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â THE PLEASURE is all mine, I promiseâ â Â Ferra rarely allowed anyone (even those related to her) stand so close without expressed permissionâ yet the protest quickly died in her throat the second she traced Naliniâs eyes. Â Though not easily phased by such attention, it did surprise her. She was used to being the predator, not the prey. Â It was not an easy thing to adjust to but she was also never one to back down from a challenge.
â But, if that is what youâre looking for tonight then you are in luck. â Â She mimicked the womanâs dominating posturing, though did so subtly, shifting her weight onto one hip. Â She opened her clutch to retrieve a pen, then met Naliniâs eyes as she grabbed her hand. Â Holding eye contact for just a breath longer, she began to write the address to her club across the womanâs palm.
â This⊠â She said, elongating the word until she was done writing, â Is my club, Spikes. In the First.  You should come by tonightâ weâre doing a special little extra show in honor of the holiday.  If you like that kind of thing.  If not, just ask for meâ Iâve got a private lounge I can entertain you in.  Drinks on the house, of course, either way.  The girls do a great job, but weâve got a banging DJ and a killer dance floor too if youâre more of a doer than a watcher.  Which I certainly hope for my sake, you are.â
It was a struggle not to grin with lupine satisfaction at the way Yomen reacted to Naliniâs advances--like a cornered snake, confused by the reversal but unwilling to sheath her fangs and relinquish powers so easily. Their eyes locked for a long moment, prompting only one thought in her head: this will be fun. She allowed Ferra to manhandle her as she wished, playing docile for the time being. If she was going to end up privately entertained sometime before dawn reared its head, there would be plenty of time for an impassioned chase. Until then, she put up no resistance to the womanâs touch.
âI like to think of myself as a doer,â she said, voice sultry with suggestion as she looked up at Ferra through thick, heavy lashes. âEspecially when Iâm lucky enough to get a personal invitation from someone like you.â Tilting her head slightly--as if exposing a hint of her bare throat to a creature ravenous for blood--a trace of a smile, lips parted oh-so slightly, ghosted across her face. âI couldnât possibly waste such an attraction, could I?â
Her hand lingered in Ferraâs for a second longer before she pulled away, raising her fingers almost to her lips in a gesture that only just missed becoming a wave. âSee you tonight,â she said, turning to saunter away into the crowd, hips swaying deliberately, before Ferra could say another word. As soon as passing strangers had swallowed her away, she yanked her phone out to shoot a message off. âOh Glorious Leader, you are going to be so proud of me,â she murmured, feverish delight making her words lilt, almost singsong.
The rest of the evening before her late-night arrival was a blur of dress options and glitter and a compelling mixture of revulsion and intrigue. A personal invitation from Ferra Yomen! What a day this would be. Standing outside the clubâs entrance, she considered her options one last time--the risks were great if she was truly about to walk right into the heart of enemy territory--before flipping her hair over her shoulder and tossing caution to the wind. With little resistance from the bouncer (invitation or not, she was a vision in azure and gold, and she knew it because she had taken hours making herself as irresistible as humanly possible) she strutted inside, eyes searching out her prize. She felt covetous gazes on her from all sides and grinned--she had only one very memorable face in mind, at least for now.











