Her heart pounded. a steady fast rythme, she was still alive... was still alive, still alive... alive, alive, alive. She had been running for what felt like years. Her pack would be following behind her holding off her persuers. her heartrate calmed at the thought, and she cast her gaze toward Club Alien. She could use a drink, though she likely wouldn't order one, but relax in a dark corner and watch the other patrons.
That's juts what she did. As she walked into the bar, her attire drew some attention. She was used to it. When you dresed like a dominatrix in sliced leather, you were going to get a few stares. Verda ignored them, responding only when someone reached out to grab her ass. She spun, lightning quick, and had the guy by the throat before his hand could fall away. He froze, eyes wide. "Unless i explicitly ask you to grab my ass... Don't touch me." The words were honey sweet, and softly spoken, heard even above the pounding music around them. "Am i understood?" he tried to swallow, and nodded as much as her grip on his throat would allow. She smiled, slow and seductive and released his throat, patting his cheak as his hand fell away from her rump. "Good boy." She sashayed away from him and his buddies, ignoring the noise from the table as she walked away. Wthout ceremony Verda settled into a back booth, her feet propped up on the opposite bench as her gaze swept the club idly.
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