Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200326185554/@comment-25808351-20200326233923

“Oh my goodness, let us see here, Sir.” The madam mumbles slightly as she reads the letter and notices the names mentioned in the text. “Well Sir, your associates are expecting you. Please follow me.”

The Succubus claps her hands and an attendant takes command of the lobby while the madam leads Dorian to the reserved room. Down a hall they go with the Succubus leading the way, her dress swaying with the movement of her impressive hips and posterior. They step into an elevator and rise up to the top level.

“It will be quite an evening for you and your friends, Sir Dorian. Your associates paid a sizable sum to reserve our best room, generally reserved for our more extravagant and notable guests.” The Succubus steps out of the elevator as it *dings* and the door opens. She leads the group right to the only door on the floor. She grabs the door knob and turns to Dorian.

“Please, enjoy your evening with us.” She opens the door and immediately Dorian is let into the lap of luxury. Sprawling couches, silk tapestries, sheets and blankets. Large pillows littered about allowing relaxation nearly anywhere. A vast selection of liquors, wines and such all upon a bar tucked neatly to the side. A giant balcony in back giving a look over the district. At the center of it all sat Imperia upon a large couch facing the room’s door, with her legs crossed.

Her split dress showed off her stocking covered legs and high heeled shoes. The neck line of her dress was lined in black fur and her hands covered with black silk gloves. Rings, earrings, sparkling necklace and gray eyeshadow, one could be forgiven for thinking she was here to impress someone. She swirled her white wine elegantly as 2 voluptuous Demons laid by her feet, running their hands along her legs as they giggled when seeing Dorian.

“Mr.Brandish, I presume?” Imperia starts.