Fit for a King

She rolled up to a run down looking building, a half lit neon sign boasted "Sugar's" on a sign in the front. The windows were tinted - one of them covered with cardboard. Old cigarette butts littered the ground on the outside, stepped on and smashed into the ground, practically fused with the cement from age and the elements.

Untrimmed bushes were outside the door, seeming a bit out of control.

It was obviously open - pale lighting could be seen shining inside, and movement was seen, but it looked horribly run down with absolutely 0 upkeep.

Another smile was shone to the other as she parked the car and killed the engine, impish trouble dancing in her eyes.

"Your palace, my king."

He laughed and hopped out quickly rushing over with surprising speed and grace to open her car door for her. "My lady!" He said, opening the door and executing a professional bow.

She honestly looked subtly shell shocked as he opened the door for her, though she quickly recovered and gracefully slipped out of the car. Her hand slipped into his once more, and once the door was closed she began coaxing him towards the door. "My, my.. what a gentleman."

As she pushed the door open to the poorly lit club, the smell of stale booze and sex assaulted his nostrils. A handful of gruff men sat around a stage, one woman giving a half hearted dance for the audience.

The bartender glanced up curiously, but upon seeing Celeste simply nodded to her, looking Thalion over before going back to his duties.

"Sugar's.." She purred out, glancing around the club proudly as she led him towards the side of the bar. "My little pet project, if you will."

"Of course, I'm a gentleman, I'm royalty after all." He said with a sly smile. Celeste had no way of realizing how truthful that statement was.

He took a look around. Even though he was so out of place, he seemed casual enough, flipping his hair behind him again. "Suger's eh? You 'Sugar' then." He whispered in her ear and played with her fingers.

"You want me to get up there and dance for you, my Sugar Queen? Bet I can make them think I'm a girl until I take my top off." He winked.

She chuckled and opened the door of a rather sketchy looking backroom, nearly too small for both Thalion and Celeste both to fit in. As she shut the door her lithe little body was pressed against his, grinning up at him impishly as she locked the door. In a soft, sensual purr she responded, "Not up here, my dear.."

Her hand on the door knob moved to lock the door, and with a mechanical click the room began to lower, a slow elevator.

"You're too pretty to work up here."

[[ continued here ]]

Estaban arrived at Sugar's and looked around. He knew this place already and knew the people. He also remembered how to get where he was going. He could not forget anything no matter how he tried. And this was too useful. He walked to the way down, and made his efforts to get into the lower club.

(locks really wont be an issue for him and he will use the same method he was shown when he came here.)