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[raidenproulx]

Raiden set the glass he'd been drinking down, not putting in much effort as he strolled up near silently behind the unsuspecting slave. Humans were the easiest of creatures to hunt, though there was a lot about them he liked and sadly he had a horrible tendency to kill the ones in the castle. He'd claim it wasn't on purpose, but he knew exactly how much it took to end them and there was something so externally satisfying watching that light go out in a human and that they were just so mortal. He was already half hard as he trapped his newest toy with a hand on either side of him against the bar as he scented up the back of his neck. "Damn, don't you look just fucking edible in that dress." His hand dropped from the edge of the bar to the hem of it, fingers playing along the frills to brush the fishnets dragging up them and under it. "You miss me little human?"

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[officermorozov]

Ransom had lost the holiday spirit long before he came to krovs and becoming a slave only reduced it further meaning he needed to replace it with a lot of different spirits from behind the bar. He was doing good enough at it that the outfit he was wearing wasn't bothering him as much as it had when it was first presented to him. Raphael had been pretty decent with his picks for other events, he was sure this was some sort of jab at his pride. Something to get him to snap, which really didn't take much lately. For the time being he did what he could to make the evening tolerable.

For a moment when he saw the tattooed covered body he thought Raiden, but the outfit wasn't a fit and as he blinked again, neither was his size. Ransom, at one point, knew everyone in the castle. It was his job to know. Now he didn't know who was who and he wasn't sure if it mattered.

"Ink have a meaning or childhood trauma?" Ransom barely had a filter when he wasn't drinking and being a cop for as long as he was he wasn't really great at small talk. Case in point as he ordered another drink coming up next to the, what he could only presume, was a slave by the outfit.

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[mannythejaguar]

Manny had just gotten off his shift and was allowed to enjoy his night as much as he could. Going out for Christmas never had been his style before Krovs now it seemed like an expectation. It was better than sitting home alone... probably. Maybe having a couple of beers in Cannabites wasn't much better but it was his preferred option if he had to come out tonight from peer pressure. He wasn't a fan of Euphoria or Proulx's new establishment. He approached the bar in search of a refill now that a seat had opened up where he could watch a football game going on in the background. And fortunately it was besides someone familiar rather than a stranger. "You behaving yourself out here, Warren?" he asked, a small smirk pulling at his lips. He didn't think this slave liked causing trouble to begin with.

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[icebird-khion]

"Well, well, don't you look pretty," Khion all but purred as he approached Kolter at the bar in Cannabites. His icy gaze ran over the slave from head to toe, admiring the fit of his suit and all that exposed tattooed skin. He extended a hand with a grin. "i'm Khion. Can I buy you a drink?"

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[raidenproulx]

"Well well, see they got you dressed up for the holiday. Not sure it's what I would have picked for you." Raiden said coming up behind the inked slave he was starting to take an interest in putting a hand on either side of the bar and pinning him to it as he leaned down scenting along his neck. "I got a better place for you than wasting your time here." Raiden let his hand come around the smaller fit body and pulled it flush against him having no issue letting it move down the fabric feeling the lean muscle underneath until it shifted to one of his thighs and his talons threatened the the fabric and skin beneath.

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[cairogaudetdeluca]

Cairo had given up on sleep. Whatever he was on wasn't getting him there. Instead he was standing in the shower letting the cold water run over him for as long as he could stand it. He'd picked a slave knowing this wasn't going to cut it. Stepping out of the shower he got the towel around his waist when the knock came on his door. He opened it looking the slave over. It wasn't the one he ordered, but could gather with it being heat week what had happened on the way. In the grand scheme of things it didn't matter. He held the towel with a hand as he stepped to the side and let the slave in thanking the guards. The cold shower letting him keep some of his sense for the moment.

"What's your name?" He asked leading the slave into his suite and into the living room.

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[witchysethharper]

Seth didn't dare venture into the Undercroft feeling like he did. He wasn't sure he'd survive down there with all the wolves and shifters and other heat-enduring species all in one area with little ventilation to clear the scent of sex. He found Kolter available in the slave directory and immediately rented him, then stripped out of his many layers of black down to nothing more than the ripped jeans and mesh gloves while he waited.

Was that too creepy? Fuck, maybe he should get fully dressed again.

By the time he scrambled for his shirt he really didn't want to put back on his overheated, sweaty body, he heard the knock. He froze like a deer in headlights, torn between which was the higher priority here. "Just a second," he called as he haphazardly yanked the t-shirt over his head and didn't bother fixing it. He rushed to the door, thanked the guard, and dragged Kolter inside. He didn't even greet the slave properly before pulling him in for a kiss as the door slammed close, the act desperate and hungry like he'd felt all fucking day, Seth sinking his teeth in the other's bottom lip.

"Shit, sorry. Aggressive," Seth said once he pulled away because they both needed air. He should probably explain, which he did while guiding Kolter to his bedroom by the wrist. "So, seems like I'm in heat. Mind helping a bro out?"

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