The pounding music of the club fills the air, humidified by the sweat of everyone on the floor of the nightclub, dancing the night away, strutting their stuff. The blue-haired caracal catboy Dorian had only met Asmod only once, almost fleeting and brief, but he was enamored... he had to see Asmod again! And in the midst of the crush of people, as of the gods themselves answered (along with a convenient spotlight), Asmod was before him, dancing the night away, feeling and feeding off of the energy of the club goers around. Dorian made his approach, the feline grin across his face, as he struck a pose to reintroduce himself, his large fluffy tail swishing behind him as he did so. "Care for a partner to join you once again?"

First and such fun dear

Keep them coming

To be honest I'm a bit of a klutz so I'd probably accidentally bump into you while being completely oblivious of my surroundings. Then I'd realize it was you and offer to buy you a drink to make up for me bumping into you. I don't usually dance but if I was going to a club I'd probably be drunk enough to bust out a few moves with you.

Thankyou dear. So fun

It honestly depends on which Character approaches you.

If it was my main Sona Artyom he would most likely dragged against his will to the club by his friends that want him to get out more, he would feel a bit awkward and out of place bit really sure what he is supposed to do. His friends try and have him hit on someone in the club and the person they pic for him happens to be you. Hilarity ensues and they end up having a nice night together.

If it was my Alt Sona Anya it would be a bit more straightforward, going to the club herself to blow off some steam, and just happens to come across Asmod while dancing.

I hope that works ^^;;;

Works fine :P

The nervous warlock brushes the dyed green hair away from his eyes. Muttering to himself "Where are my fucking imps, where are my fucking imps," a beam of light lights up a familiar crimson figure. Dynk moves through the entranced dancers to demon and makes a show of twerking his ass for Asmod. The hoss leans his back against Asmod's chest resting his head on his shoulder. "What are you fucking doing here and where are my imps."

If I try to do this in style, I'll end up with a small book; so here's the summary:

This...spontaneous trip to Asmod's nightclub happens after she's already fought away the quiet anxiety--of being social in an odious world--with a bottle or two of wine. Drunk enough to crave making a mess somewhere, she shows up in her bikini top, shemagh, and cargo pants to see how many idiots she can stupefy with her hybridized style of raving and harem dancing. Several sets of blue balls and broken egos, later--each one thinking that being short meant being submissive...and subsequently discovering that cheap lines don't impress those who've clawed their way out from Hell, she'll grab a Bloody Mary and spot Asmod. With an aroused smirk no one can see, she'll slip in close and ask with subtle...sultry...monotone playfulness: "How often do they clean cum off the tables, here?"

A soft smile cast down upon the dancing crowd as the goth panda boy leaned over the railing a bit. Excusing himself from his little group he'd brought with him he made his way down amidst the symphony of dancing bodies and thrumming base invigorating as he slipped over in front of the familiar demon and their eyes locked with his own glowing blues smiling at him. Sliding up real close and letting his girly frame grind against the other for a moment, Asmod would start to speak but Sly just lifted his finger to press it to his lips and cut him off...pulling him closer for a soft kiss and smearing his black lipstick across the other. Letting that soft moment linger for a bit between them both before he peeled away with a small string of spit threading between them.

"Hey babe~ You miss me?"

The nightclub was packed, best night of the month and everyone was out in town and on the floor.
The music was pumping, the beats vibrating against my chest as I looked over the writhering bodies in the dance, flowing with the music, or against it, depending on style, one more stylish and sensual in their trance than the other.

Then I spotted her. Her tall elegant shape stood out from the rest like a queen in a beehive, it being like the beats of the music following her mesmerizing dance and not the other way around.

I down my drink and started walking towards her, navigating the dance floor brushing up against withering bodies until I got up close to her. Catching her eye I bow my head in respect and servitude.

"Mistress..."

I am not quite covering the subject, but I still would love to share my story. 😊

Demonia very rarely gets company in her realm of hell. So the few occurences when it is happening, are even more pleasing. Such as the following encounter:
Feeling someone was entering her realm, she went to greet the inturder - and was more than pleasently surprised. "Asmod, we haven't seen each other in years!". Their paths crossed in the past several times at some social events in hell, enjoying each others company every time.

Already back then they discovered to have a shared interest for kinky outfits, though they never had the opportunity to follow up on it.
"Well, I hope you brought some time with you", Demonia said with a laszive smile, encouraging Asmod to follow her into her private chambers and into a big wardrobe.

The two had a very fun time, testing out a lot of outfits. And being the demons they are, it didn't stop there... seeing each other in tight latex, leather and spicy dessous definetly did something to them and intensified the sparks already existing between them.

Let's only say, they enjoyed more than just each others look...

Demons do, as demons do after all…

We are closed, dears.