Post by Elizabeth on Jul 10, 2011 21:07:38 GMT -5
Night had descended upon the city of Des Soma. The streets, which were desolate during the day, were now teeming with all assortments of life. Various kinds of people of all races, genders, and even species were searching for the same exact thing, their goals aligned perfectly: they were all looking to have a good time. And here, in Des Soma, they would find it -- and quite possibly, even more than that. People filtered through the doors of the club, attracted to the pulsating techno music that throbbed from the establishment and the flashing neon sign out front with it's half-naked pole-dancing women. It was quite an experience, to say the least, with all of the activity going on: there were strippers dressed in their skimpiest clothing, or barely any clothing at all, writhing in cages and strippers dancing on poles, with plenty of horny men crowded around the platform which they danced on, practically on the verge of ejaculating in their pants. There was of course a bar for those who preferred to watch from afar while drowning away their sorrows. A few tables had been set up, where men could gather and chat while enjoying their drink. A stage had also been constructed towards the end of the establishment, featuring the club's highlights; women with obscure names that no one really gave a shit about, not as long as they kept their customers happy, dancing dirty with each other or sometimes with the other male strippers.
Raleigh had situated herself at the bar, sitting provocatively on one of the stainless stools, her back against against the bar, and her elbows propped up on the counter's surface as she watched everything going on around her. A fruity girlish drink sat inches away from her right arm, which she would occasionally sip from, smiling at the newcomers that would drift towards the bar, giving the cuties a wink. Ah, the life of a stripper was fun indeed.
[holy shit i suck balls at this ughhughguhg sorry this sucks so bad blugh.]
Raleigh had situated herself at the bar, sitting provocatively on one of the stainless stools, her back against against the bar, and her elbows propped up on the counter's surface as she watched everything going on around her. A fruity girlish drink sat inches away from her right arm, which she would occasionally sip from, smiling at the newcomers that would drift towards the bar, giving the cuties a wink. Ah, the life of a stripper was fun indeed.
[holy shit i suck balls at this ughhughguhg sorry this sucks so bad blugh.]