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:·: The sinister evening crept on, hooded by the sable atmosphere, eery transparent glow of the silver moon looming ominously in the northernbound part of the sphere. The imperfect, cracked sidewalks were dimly lit by the flickering 'globes of luminscent lighting. Cheap and re-used, the halo of golden light sprayed vertically down into a pool of swimming light amongst the tar. Beneath the lamp post, the enigmatic feline prowled. Slender physique had rightened itself against the statue of the cylinder-like pole; the light flourishing upon the highlighted brunette tresses that unlocked amongst the slender, bare shoulders. Mocha skin looked like silk beneath the lighting, as a puff of charcoal cloud emerged from the glossy labia of the f'mmora. Twin set of almond eyes stared unblinking into the throng of customers that mingled gaily within the interiors of the car. Mistress dropped the ivory cylinder of tobacco to the earth, heel'd toe trampeled the cigarette to pieces, before emerging up the front steps, and ingressing into the club.:·:
:·: Lorelei discreetly made her way inbetween the throng of people, garment composed of a leather halter-dress that tied behind the locks of silkened root that cascaded evenly from the crania.. Skirt's seem ended just below the beginning of the extensive limbs. Toes posture was erected due to the four-inch heel the night-huntress wore. Inaudibly, steps neared the bar and with ease position was raised into the cooshin of the chair with nimble grace. Agile limbs crossed delicately beneath the bartop, slender tanned appendages crossed dexterously before her ample bust, who's cleavage was exposed, due to the rapid incline of the neckline. Piercing languorous optics fell upon the skankish symbols behind the bar. Noting the owner, and the rest of her pack.. Slight nod of the porcealin dial was indicated to one of the workers - it mattered not which she called 'pon - she desired a beverage before her nightly lurk. :·:
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