Wolfsbane Bordello
The Strip
Monday, 8:03 PM
So far, Kara had thought that she'd been a model employee. She was fit, sexy, vivacious and outgoing, perfect for her line of work. On top of that, her military background meant that she was excellent at taking orders without complaining, and no stranger to less-than-desirable tasks or odd hours. Her natural competitive nature pushed her to strive for perfection in all that she did.
Despite all that, the Valkree couldn't help but feel like she was about to lose her job.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no! This is bad!" She breathed anxiously, her thick Scandinavian accent pronounced. The private party room looked like a bomb had gone off. Tables were overturned, vases were smashed, spilled drinks stained the luscious carpet. Four incapacitated vampires lay strewn about. One had had a vase smashed over her head so hard that her skull was probably fractured. Two and three were just broken, attacked with such viciousness and precision that many of their limbs were shattered and bent at odd angles, with blood splattered about. The fourth had his chest caved in by a super-powered heel-kick to the sternum, and lay slumped against the opposite wall, with a suspiciously vampire-shaped indention in the trendy red brick just above his body.
"Sssshhh. Please, Mister Garnier! Please, stop struggling! I don't want to hurt you too!" Kara hissed, her voice wavering. She tightened her choke-hold just a bit more as the fifth well-dressed vampire tried once again to break her hold and go for her throat. He couldn't do much, as Kara also had her powerful legs wrapped around his torso, trapping his arms against his body. She sat on the floor in a corner, making sure not to turn her back on the other four in case they got back up. She was dressed in a fun little garment that was just revealing enough to not be considered formal, which was now stretched and torn beyond repair. Her heels lay scattered across the room. She hadn't wanted to wear the getup in the first place, but customer satisfaction always came first. The light mascara Kara had worn was slowly dribbling down her cheeks thanks to her tears.
Shifty, golden eyes darted about the room, and her tail lashed about frantically. Kara could feel her heart pounding still. During the fight, she'd lost herself to battle lust. The vampires had turned into squid-men wearing futuristic armor, the pounding bass from the speakers had turned into gun fire, and the room had turned into the bombed-out battlefields of Amaterasu IV. As her mind raced, Kara began blubbering silently to no one in particular.
"Didn't m-mean to... sorry... n-no choice... attacked f-first... h-had to..."
She'd been an escort for this group before! Why had they done this?! Why did they want to hurt her?!
The Strip
Monday, 8:03 PM
So far, Kara had thought that she'd been a model employee. She was fit, sexy, vivacious and outgoing, perfect for her line of work. On top of that, her military background meant that she was excellent at taking orders without complaining, and no stranger to less-than-desirable tasks or odd hours. Her natural competitive nature pushed her to strive for perfection in all that she did.
Despite all that, the Valkree couldn't help but feel like she was about to lose her job.
"Oh no, oh no, oh no! This is bad!" She breathed anxiously, her thick Scandinavian accent pronounced. The private party room looked like a bomb had gone off. Tables were overturned, vases were smashed, spilled drinks stained the luscious carpet. Four incapacitated vampires lay strewn about. One had had a vase smashed over her head so hard that her skull was probably fractured. Two and three were just broken, attacked with such viciousness and precision that many of their limbs were shattered and bent at odd angles, with blood splattered about. The fourth had his chest caved in by a super-powered heel-kick to the sternum, and lay slumped against the opposite wall, with a suspiciously vampire-shaped indention in the trendy red brick just above his body.
"Sssshhh. Please, Mister Garnier! Please, stop struggling! I don't want to hurt you too!" Kara hissed, her voice wavering. She tightened her choke-hold just a bit more as the fifth well-dressed vampire tried once again to break her hold and go for her throat. He couldn't do much, as Kara also had her powerful legs wrapped around his torso, trapping his arms against his body. She sat on the floor in a corner, making sure not to turn her back on the other four in case they got back up. She was dressed in a fun little garment that was just revealing enough to not be considered formal, which was now stretched and torn beyond repair. Her heels lay scattered across the room. She hadn't wanted to wear the getup in the first place, but customer satisfaction always came first. The light mascara Kara had worn was slowly dribbling down her cheeks thanks to her tears.
Shifty, golden eyes darted about the room, and her tail lashed about frantically. Kara could feel her heart pounding still. During the fight, she'd lost herself to battle lust. The vampires had turned into squid-men wearing futuristic armor, the pounding bass from the speakers had turned into gun fire, and the room had turned into the bombed-out battlefields of Amaterasu IV. As her mind raced, Kara began blubbering silently to no one in particular.
"Didn't m-mean to... sorry... n-no choice... attacked f-first... h-had to..."
She'd been an escort for this group before! Why had they done this?! Why did they want to hurt her?!