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[Wynter Leonte Angelo]

In all her years, vampires ruling was the last thing she expected to happen. In the earlier years, she remembered humans hunting the Vampires, and often in hiding due to it. She remembered how her and Shayde, going weeks without eating. He did say something great was going happen, this was the last thing she would have expected. She was glad now being here in Vegas, no longer in Canada, where Vampires were in hunger. She just wished she would come here sooner. Sure she missed the technology that was once around, cellphones even Internet. This though, the vampires running the show now was much more worth it.

Tonight was the first time she actually got to explore the Vegas life. She did arrive her two days ago, though spent the time underground, after the long journey here. She planned to check out the casinos and bars, looking for the perfect place to work. Tonight, she had her hair loosely done in ringlets. Black eyeliner traced her eyes, making the lightened hazel eyes stand out. She wore a silk knee high black corset dress. To touch off her look, she worn black knee high stiletto boots.

It was coming around midnight now as she soon came to 'The Raven'. Already she loved the place. All the Gothic Architect she adored, taken in ever detail of the place. Above her, on the ceiling gargoyles watching over the place. She wanted to run her fingers over them, the detail in every one of the gargoyles. She already fitted perfectly into place, as servers in their own Gothic Attire passed by her. She paused for a moment, her fingers gracing over the silk curtains, feeling the lovely black fabric. She loved the place, she could stay her forever and never get bored here in this place.

She listened only slightly to the music that was playing, she though was curious of the interesting black unknown drink that people were having. She was not to interested in the blackjack games going on. Wynter, was not much one for gambling games herself.

“a black pool..”she muttered lightly under her breath. She knelt, fingers tracing in the black almost like mercury pool. She would have to come back another night for swimming in this interesting pool. She was curious if all these black roses were real. Didn't black roses only grew in Egypt? Maybe the owner of this place found a way to grow them here. She had to get a job working here, the atmosphere was just her thing.

She got to the dance floor as she moved her body in liquid dancing to the music playing. Her eyes watched as some people could dance, while others not so much. To her, they looked as though they were having an exorcism removing a demon out of them. She shook her head, some people should not dance no matter what influence they were under. Still, as she danced on the floor, she wanted even more to explore this place and see what other wonders this place held. Nothing yet she didn't like.

[Asmodai]

Asmodai was perched on the bar. Not at the bar mind you, but on the bar. She has one long leg crossed over the other, their shape in full regale tonight thanks to the immodest hemline of her dress. It’s fit like a glove, the black latex slick under Mo’s fingers as she traced the contour of her body. Mo has no shoes on. In her hands is a martini glass and her hair is notably tossled. It’s hard to say if she’s been dancing all night or just had a quick rendezvous in the back room. Either way, Mo wasn’t telling. But who would hear her anyway? The bass vibrated the room and the thought of its melody made Mo bite her lip a bit in anticipation. She wanted more tonight and she would have it.

Her black eyes scanned the crowd slowly. They looked extra fierce tonight, rimmed in thick smoky liner. She spots a girl near the pool admiring the Raven and Mo slides from her seat. She makes her way across the room, her walk swaying dramatically at the hips with each motion. Mo steps up close to the girl, stopping only just shy of brushing against her. “I’m sure if you wanted to take a little dip no one would mind.” She steps to the side, moving beside the girl and she dips her naked toe into the water. With a smile she looks back to the girl, her eyes seeking out those of her new ‘friend’ to take her in. “The water’s nice. I’ll eve swim with you, if you want.” She grins at the stranger. Maybe it was an odd offer, but why not? The buxom brunette leans in close to the water, kneeling at its edge and splashes idly as she takes a quick peek around the room. Even if anyone did see it was hardly as though anyone would complain. After all, what use was a pool if you weren’t going to use it?

[Wynter Leonte Angelo]

Her dancing came to a stop, as she made her way through the crowd. The black pool seemly memorized her in such an unusual way. Perhaps it was the color black that she was drawn to, or even how it seemly looked like mercury. Such beautiful looking water. She was knelt down by the water, her hand tracing the surface of it. The dark water felt cool to her skin.

She heard a lovely voice, as her head turned slightly, stands of hair falling in her face. She looked at the black alluring the eyes of the beautiful female. A demon clearly, yet she was such luscious and just perfect in every way. She stood up slowly, as she gave her a light smile. "why hello"she spoke to her.

Her eyes gaze at the silver black water. " its lovely, just perfect like everything else here" She glance back at her when she offered to join her in a swim " a swim with me?" she looked over the female. Surely seeing this female in less was sounds seductive and yet even though a demon,she wouldn't have minded doing such things to her. " sound lovely, shall we then?" she paused for a moment "Wynter by the way"she gave a wink.

[Asmodai]

Asmodai’s black eyes ran over Wynter’s figure from top to bottom and up again, circling her face before settling on her eyes. Her mocha coloured lips formed a velvet smile. “Asmodai” The name came out part purr, part moan, part spoken word, blended together with a casual sigh. “But Mo will suffiece, if you prefer” She winked at her, the thick lashes around her eyes fluttering like butterfly wings.

She paused for a moment, licking her lips thoughtfully as her eyes ran over Wynter’s body for a second time. She shakes her head a bit “Tsk tsk tsk… what do we have here?” she slid around Wynter, passing behind her to check the tag of her dress. Asmodai brushed against Wynter casually, though her fingers seemed to linger just a touch too long. “That’s what I thought. Dry clean only.” She leaned in over Wynter’s shoulder, her mouth against the girl’s ear so close that she can feel her breath on its tender skin. “If you want to swim without committing crimes against fashion you’ll just have to take it off.” She moved a hand and let it caress down Wynter’s spine, tugging on the strings of her corset just a touch. “I can help you with that, if you’d like…”

[Wynter Leonte Angelo]

Surely she shouldn't be hanging around a demon, less much one who had such a vibe coming off her. Still though, she wouldn't mind swimming in the black pool. Least if she was with someone, she wouldn't be alone. Even more, if it was actually not allowed, she wouldn't be the only one. It wouldn't be a terrible thing to even swim with this demon. Hell, maybe other would even join if the two of them were. Who could resist a swim with a beautiful demon and vampire.

“Asmodai ?” where did she heard that name before? She tilt her head as she tried to think about it. This demon was lust. She had heard about her, but never really knew a lot on her. She watched her with careful eyes. What was the demon of lust doing here in New Vegas?

She felt her fingers on her back, carefully checking out the tag there. She felt a slight shiver go up her spine, though yet her touch seemly brought pleasure and wanted more. Her breath on her neck and ear, made a small light moan form in her throat.

She could heard voices of people passing by, clearing not paying attention to the two females. This pool must had been made for swimming, someone would have stopped them by now. How was it they made this? Water was never made to be black, so surely there was some kind of unknown to make like so. Perhaps it wasn't even black, just some illusion to look black.

She now felt the dress seemly get much more loose on her body. She didn't have no bra under this dress, just mere underwear. If she were topless here in this place, wouldn't that be much so illegal. Surely someone would not much appreciate this. Then again, it could bring much attractions. Two females possibly naked swimming in this lovely water.

A smile lightly formed on her lips, a bit of fun at least wouldn't be that so bad. “ Help..might just need help with taken off such a delicate dress. Mustn't get such lovely fabric ruined now can we? Even more so now coming across perfect and beautiful clothing is so hard to come by.”

[Asmodai]

The vampire was proving to be fun sport, and in that Asmodai was pleased. “I’d certainly hate to see it ruined. Such a waste.” Her voice was a melody. Mo’s fingers deftly peeled away Wynter’s clothing. With each pass of her hands she allowed her fingers to linger against Wynter’s skin ever so slightly. The warmth of her silky soft skin all the more noticeable against the chill of a vampire’s body. The demon woman was, quite literally, hot when handled. The clothes were set aside, and Mo offered her hand to help Wynter into the water.

A very short moment later Mo dove into the water herself; her latex dress still encasing her figure. The splash was minimal, the dive graceful and clean. Asmodai’s figure disappeared under the water- the black dress and her dark hair obscuring her against the black bottom of the pool. The water was pleasantly temperate and Mo found herself delighted by the feeling of it sliding over the lubed latex and against her bare skin. She swims along the bottom of the water to where Wynter is, coming up just behind her. Mo tilted her head back as she broke the surface, her long hair smoothed back from the moisture.

Asmodai slipped close to Wynter, her body pressed against her back, and one hand adjusting the girl’s hair before wrapping around lightly to rest on Wynter’s tummy. It’s an innocent touch really with all the casual appearance of a hug. Wasn’t it? Asmodai’s body is slick (almost slippery) where it is encased by the shined latex, the warmth of her body muted by the plastic material. Where her bare, damp skin touches Wynter, however, she is as warm as she is smooth. It wasn’t a sharp heat, but rather the comforting and calling kind of warmth that one longs for on a cold, lonely evening.

“There. Isn’t this much better?” She purred against Wynter’s ear.