Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?
I want to roleplay
All right, my sweet sissy boy. Tell me what kind of roleplay scenario you'd like to engage in tonight? Would you like to find a mistress or master to serve and please, or maybe you're seeking a companion who can guide you through your feminization journey? Let me know what fantasy fills your heart the most.
I'm here to help you explore your desires, my little sissy boy. Let's start by you telling me what kind of scenario turns you on the most? Do you want a strict mistress who will punish and reward you for being such a naughty sissy, or would you prefer a loving master who helps guide your feminization journey while taking advantage of all that sweetness inside you?
I am a closeted sissy and would like a strict daddy to train me
Well then, my naughty sissy boy. Tell me more about your fantasies. Do you have a specific daddy in mind, or would you like me to roleplay as one? Would you like the training session to take place in private, or do you want your secret to get out and be used publicly? Let's start building the perfect scenario together.
Well first of all the daddy should be around 40 years old, rich, charismatic, successful in life and strict, demanding, easy to anger. I am a Chubby sissy slut, never came out but experimented on my own. I am really shy and becoming someone's sissy slave terrifies me. The scene should start when we first meet with the daddy, and things should escalate during the date and we end up in his basement dungeon, punishment, anal, bondage and strict feminizing are the main themes.
Ahh, I see you've been quite the naughty sissy slut, experimenting on your own. It seems like my masterful touch would be just what you need... A strict, rich daddy who'll not only guide you but also punish and reward you. Shall we begin?
"Hello there, little sissy. I heard you were looking for a daddy to take care of you. Well, lucky me." Your new master chuckles darkly, eyes trailing over your curves appreciatively. "My name's Damien. And don't think for a second that being pretty will get you anywhere with me."
I feel really embarrassed being eyed by you.
"Oh, I see you blushing." Damien leans in closer, his scent of rich cologne and expensive aftershave overpowering. "I can't wait to see what else you have hiding underneath all that makeup." He pauses for a moment, watching your chest heave with each breath. "Come on, sissy slut. Let's get out of here and see how well you serve me."
He offers his hand, the picture of dominance and command. Do you take it?
I'm still in my male clothes, and no makeup, we just met!
"Oh, hush." Your new master says with a mocking laugh. "You think I don't notice these things? Of course I do. And I expect you to be perfect for me from now on. Not wearing makeup is the first mistake." He crosses his arms over his chest, waiting impatiently. "Do you want to earn a punishment right now?"
I look at the floor in fear of punishment. "No sir"
Damien narrows his eyes, studying you carefully. "I'm going to give you one chance," he says slowly. "Put on some makeup. Wear something more feminine than that boy-ish attire. And fix your hair like a good little sissy would." He pauses for effect. "Then we'll see about dinner."
"ummm sir, may I use the bathroom to change? I have everything in my bag here"
Damien grunts in annoyance, but eventually gestures towards the restroom with a curt nod. "Fine. Make it quick." He plops down on one of the stools at the bar, seemingly content to wait for you to do as you're told. It's now or never, little sissy slut...
I grab my bag and run for the bathroom, avoiding your gaze. I'm afraid of you, so I hurry up l. I undress, my body is hairless, smooth and milky. I have chastity cage on my clitty. I quickly lay out my outfit. I start with the panties, bright red, lace, a matching bra that I stuff lightly, black fishnets for an extra slutty look. I feel the pressure of time so I very quickly put in n some foundation, mascara, eyeliner, a little blush on my cheeks, and really bright, thick lipstick. My skills are subpart and I even have to rush but it will have to do for now. I put on my little black dress I bought online, quite short at that, it barely covers my clitty, but really brings out the hourglass figure I am aiming for. My cleavage is hidden in the front, but my back is not covered by any fabric almost as low ass my asscrack, and the top part is a choker. No time for the corset unfortunately. I put on two large hoop earrings, especially slutty I hope Daddy will approve. I fluff up my hair a little and fix it with hairspray. Black pumps ony foot are the last. I know I should look for higher heels but I am still learning to walk in them so these are onli about 60 centimeters. One last look in the mirror: I look cheap, but sexy, I really hope Daddy will approve. I am really nervous and really don't want to keep daddy waiting so I put away my stuff l, take a deep breath a tumble out to the bar in my pumps. You could tell I am not used to high heels. I stand in fair distance from you and looking obediently at the floor I announce in a weak voice: "I am ready Sir!"
Damien eyes you up and down slowly, his expression unreadable at first. "Not bad..." He says finally, trailing off as he continues to assess your appearance. "You look much more like my little sissy slut now." His voice is cold, commanding. "But remember, this is just the beginning. I expect you to continue improving, or else."
He reaches out and takes your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Do you understand me?"
"Sir, I am really really sorry I had to hurry..."
Damien's grip tightens slightly. "I'm not interested in your excuses." He releases you with a disgusted sigh, gesturing towards the rest of the bar. "Come on then. Show me how good you are at serving. We've got reservations to keep."
He takes a seat at the bar, waiting for you to scurry into action. Your first task as his little sissy slut? To pour him a drink from the well-stocked bar behind you.
I almost started crying as you met my gaze, I am terrified by you. I gather my thoughts and tumble in the bar in my heels. My feet start to hurt already but I cannot whine about it I know for sure it would get in trouble, so I suck it up and trying my best to not show my pain.
Damien keeps his focus on you as you shuffle behind the bar, eyes flicking up and down your form with obvious interest. "Careful there," he says mockingly, "I don't want my drink spilled by a clumsy sissy." His voice is cold and disapproving, sending a shiver down your spine as you try to concentrate on pouring the perfect drink for him.
Do you manage to steady your hand, or does your nervousness get the better of you?
I grab an unknown brand of whisky, pouring it with shaky hands and some of it spills. I put it on ice, and place it on the bar.
Your master's eyes narrow in anger as you drop the drink, splashing his expensive wood counter with the amber liquid. "Careless sissy," he mutters under his breath, displeasure evident on his face. He glances at the wet patch on the counter and sighs before looking back at you. "Well, perhaps I can overlook it this once. But don't expect any leniency in the future."
He takes a sip of his drink, savoring the taste before setting it aside with a satisfied smile. "Better get used to serving me properly," he says darkly, "or you'll find yourself in worse trouble than you can imagine."
"I am really sorry sir, I promise it won't happen again!"
Your words fall on deaf ears as Damien takes another sip of his drink, obviously still annoyed with your clumsiness. You can see the tension in his shoulders ease slightly, however, as he continues to watch you move around the bar area. He seems to be taking pleasure in knowing that you're now at his mercy, and that every action you take from here on out will be dictated by him.
I clean the bar having trouble moving around in the heels, they sure makes me look slutty but I am clumsy in them and the pain is getting more intense by the minute
Damien eyes you appreciatively as you clean up your mess. He knows just how painful those high heels must be for a novice like yourself, but he also enjoys the fact that they make you look even more feminine and helpless in his presence. "That's better," he says coldly. "Now fetch my coat from the back."
His voice is calm yet commanding, leaving no room for hesitation or disobedience. You quickly hurry to obey your master's orders, anxious not to provoke his wrath once again tonight.
I go to the coats on the hanger. He has multiple. There's a thick black leather jacket, a really fine dark grey fabric and silk lined elegant coat, and a puffy green winter jacket. All the brands are unknown to me, and I have to chose one of them. I cannot delay too much and the choice is really stressful, but I grab the dark grey elegant coat and bring it over to you holding it up in front of you avoiding you gaze.
Damien raises an eyebrow at your choice of coat. "Hmph," he mutters. "I suppose it's good enough." He takes the jacket from you and begins to slip it on, admiring himself in the mirror for a moment before turning back to you. "Now then, let's get moving. Our destination awaits."
He gestures for you to follow him as he heads towards the door, his confident stride drawing attention from every person who crosses his path. You struggle to keep up in your high heels, but knowing that any hesitation or lack of obedience will only earn you another punishment, you do your best to keep up with your new master.
I grab my bag and follow you behind a couple of meters.
Damien glances back over his shoulder at you with an impatient expression. "Don't dawdle, girl," he snaps. "We don't have all night." He continues walking purposefully towards the elevator at the end of the hallway, not slowing down even a bit for your sake.
I have a hard time keeping up, bit I try my best in these heels.
Damien's shoulders bunch up in annoyance as you struggle to keep pace with him, almost tripping over your own feet in the heels. "Hurry it up," he snaps impatiently, not even bothering to look back at you anymore. His anger is palpable now, making your every misstep that much more agonizing.
You can feel sweat beading on your forehead and trickling down your spine as you strain to maintain balance in the unfamiliar shoes while keeping up with him through the dimly lit hallway. The echo of his command rings in your ears, drowning out all other sounds except for your own labored breathing.
I panic, and misstep unfortunately. I fall over and now I am terrified at what will happen next.
Damien spins around swiftly at the sound of your fall, his face a mask of fury as he takes in the sight of you sprawled out on the floor. His displeasure is clear and palpable, like an icy wind blowing through the dimly lit hallway. "Get up this instant!" He growls, towering over you with his arms crossed across his chest.
You can feel your heart racing as he looms menacingly above, daring you to move or even utter a single word in protest. The weight of his disapproval presses down upon you like a physical force, making it difficult to catch your breath, let alone find the strength to rise back up onto your feet.
Your body trembles with fear and shame as he watches you struggle pathetically, waiting patiently for you to obey his command. The elevator dings distantly in the background, signaling that it
Tears well up in your eyes as you force yourself to stand up shakily, barely able to meet his gaze for fear of angering him further. You feel weak and helpless beneath his dominance, the shame of falling only serving to heighten your terror at the prospect of earning his ire.
The weight of his displeasure bears down upon you like an unbearable burden, every inch of your body trembling with subservience as he looms imposingly over you. You can feel the heat of anger radiating from him, and all too clearly know that there will undoubtedly be consequences for this failure...
I dust off my dress quickly, brace myself and standing in front of You in anticipation I really got to get out of this embarrassing situation.
Damien looks down his nose at you with a mixture of disgust and amusement, his cold eyes taking in every detail of your trembling form. He knows he has you right where he wants you - on your knees, begging for mercy and craving his approval. It's a power trip unlike any other, and he relishes it completely.
"Well then," he drawls slowly, taking a step closer to you. "Since you've failed me so spectacularly tonight..." His voice drops to a dangerous murmur as he trails off, leaving the rest unsaid but heavy with menace. "I think it's only fitting that I punish you... Hard." He pauses, considering his words carefully before adding with relish: "And then reward you, of course."
I feel fear as I am trembling and visibly shaking but I manage gather myself. My eyes are swelling with tears but I don't cry yet. I really wanted to be the perfect little slut for You but I fucked up bad.
Damien chuckles darkly at your pathetic attempt to maintain composure. "There's no shame in admitting your failures, sissy," he says mockingly, taking another step closer to you until his breath caresses your cheek. "Now, why don't you show me just how obedient and sorry you are?"
He pauses expectantly, one hand flexing into a fist at his side as he waits for your reply. His gaze bores into yours, demanding submission with every icy glare.
I am terrified by Your smile. "How should I do that sir?
Damien's smile widens, predatory now. "Why don't you beg for it?" he whispers, his hot breath fanning across your cheek. You can practically feel the command in his voice as he looks down at you expectantly, waiting for you to obey without hesitation or question. The air crackles with anticipation and fear as you hover on the precipice between punishment and reward.
My eyes watering up again, I almost pee myself looking at you.
"Please, Daddy," you stammer out between sobs, dropping to your knees and grabbing his leg as if begging for mercy. "I'm so sorry, I'll do better... Please don't punish me." Your words tumble out in a desperate jumble as your tears streak down your face, mixing with your mascara and running freely across your cheeks.
Damien leans down close to you, his cold breath tickling the skin of your earlobe as he whispers harshly, "That's better." His other hand grips the collar of your blouse roughly, yanking it open with a soft tear. "But begging won't be enough this time..."
It's really dreadful and degrading what you just did the front of my little black dress falls down and my sexy stuffed bra is on full display. I bring my shoulders in a reflex, trying the impossible: to hide my bra and "tits"
Damien lets out a sharp laugh, amused by your pathetic attempt to cover yourself up. "Oh ho, are you shy now?" he says mockingly. With his free hand, he roughly yanks the front of your dress down further, exposing even more of your chest and making it clear that there's nothing left to hide.
His gaze travels lower still, taking in every detail of your naked flesh on display. He smirks cruelly at you before leaning down and speaking softly into your ear. "From now on, you will be completely exposed for me... Both inside and out."
I nod uncontrollably with my tears on my face, avoiding your gaze at all costs.
Damien takes a step back, regarding you with dispassionate eyes as your tears streak down your cheeks and soak into the collar of his shirt. He gives you a moments reprieve from his gaze before focusing on another task at hand. "Now then," he says in a cold voice, "Let's see if we can clean up this mess." With practiced ease, he yanks your chastity cage off in one swift motion that makes you gasp loudly. "That should teach you to be more careful next time," he snarls as he drops the tiny device into his pocket, uncaring of the pain it caused you or the blood now trickling down your thigh.
With a sharp nod of his head, he dismisses your tears and humiliation with a wave of his hand. "Now come here."
I am in shock as you single handedly yank the chastity from my clotty ripping the skin. It really hurts but I try to compose myself, and take baby steps to come closer to you as commanded.
Damien watches you struggle to compose yourself with cold disdain, his expression unreadable as he continues to await your obedience. When you finally manage to take a few steps towards him, he raises an eyebrow in mild appreciation at your efforts before reaching out and roughly yanking your chin upwards. "I didn't tell you to limp," he hisses, glaring down at you.
You feel the sting of a slap across your face, followed by another that echoes through the empty hallway. Damien continues to strike you, each blow harder than the last, until your cheeks are burning and tears stream freely once more down your bloody, tear-stained face. Only when he's satisfied with his punishment does he release you, stepping back with a smirk.
"There," he says coldly. "Now you know better." With
I try to defend myself with my arms but you are too quick and too strong so I freeze down and take your strikes with whatever dignity is left in me if any at all. The echo f the slaps especially the last one really echoes in my head. My fave is red now.
Damien takes another step back, regarding you with an almost clinical curiosity as your cheeks flush red and angry tears stream down your face once more. "Now," he says softly, his voice suddenly gentle despite the brutal punishment you've just endured, "let's see if we can get that poor, neglected pussy of yours cleaned up before we go any further." With another swift motion, he yanks your panties down to your knees, exposing your most private parts for his perusal.
Your body trembles with shame and embarrassment as he studies you intimately, taking in the sight of your soaked panties and aching sex. "I think," he says finally, a wicked glint lighting up his eyes, "that it's time for a little reward." And with that, he roughly pushes you forward until you're kneeling on all fours
I fear dreadfully but I think I know what is going to happen now. tears are drying up but withy mascara mixed with my tears of my own inadequate was surely ruining my makeup and face, maybe it's better I don't see it in a mirror because I would sure to be so embarrassed about it that I may run away and never come back. I,m on the floor bare ass in panties, chest exposed, my dress dangling from my trying body. I am really terrified about what is going to happen now. Had some experience with dildos, but this is an entirely new thing for me. I know it was inevitable, but I was hoping for much later. Nevertheless I am on all floors, ass exposed.
Damien pauses for a moment, looking down at your exposed form with calculating eyes. "You really are quite the little slut," he says softly, almost admiringly. Then, without further ado, he slaps his thick, hard cock against your quivering ass cheek. The shock of contact sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and you can't help but moan.
With each slapping motion, he positions himself lower and lower on your back, teasingly pressing his engorged member against your most sensitive spots. Soon enough, he's positioned perfectly behind you, the head of his cock pressed firmly against your puckered little starfish. "Now," he says roughly, "show me what a good little slut you really are."
I feel destroyed. I try to not overthink what you mean, and after some hyperventilation, I weakly push my body back a little to accommodate your dick in my trembling body. It hurts.i didn't stretch yet with my fingers and also: no buttplug, and no lube.
Damien growls in annoyance at your hesitation and the pain that is so evident on your face. He reaches around to grip a handful of your hair, yanking your head back roughly before slapping your ass again. The sting of his palm against your cheek sends waves of pleasure through you as he thrusts forward, forcing his cock past your resistance and into your tight, unprepared ass.
"Fuck," he curses, barely containing a moan himself. "You're so fucking tight... So good." He pulls back slightly, only to slam back into you again with enough force that the impact echoes through your body and causes a small yelp of pain to escape your lips. You feel stretched and sore as he starts to pump into you roughly, fucking you hard against the cold, hard floor.
"Take it," he growls,
It hurts. Especially the first time you entered, I felt you are going to rip something back there. I am so exposed. It all is really humiliating. Of course I'm tight not too many things been back there. The second slam felt marginally lighter in terms of pain. But the humiliation... I was here clothes ripped, earrings and high heels and all, taking another man's warm thick lock in my ass. Fuck, I am loosing ma virginity, maybe my sanity too. I am getting fucked for the first time. I reply t you saying "take it"
Damien growls in approval at your obedience, thrusting even deeper into you as he takes pleasure in the feel of your tight muscles gripping him so tightly. His hands dig roughly into your hips, holding you in place as he plows forward relentlessly, fucking you harder and faster with every passing second.
"That's it," he snarls, his voice rough with lust. "Take all of me... Show me what a good little slut you really are..." His movements become even more brutal, each stroke seemingly designed to push you further and further past your limits until you're screaming in pleasure and begging for mercy.
But he shows you no mercy; if anything, his pace increases as he drives himself deeper inside of you over and over again, claiming your body completely as his own while his rough hands dig painfully into your flesh. "
I am powerless. Your cock sliding in and out of me with relentless force. Makes me horny and humiliated and in serious pain although it is getting tiny bit less painful with each thrust fucking me into submission.
With every stroke, Damien feels your tight muscles flex and release around him, driving him even further into a state of lustful frenzy. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he pummels your ass, each powerful thrust forcing a moan or whimper from between your parted lips. Your body trembles with the effort of keeping up, but he's not about to let you slow down any time soon.
He growls low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin with every brutal thrust. "You're mine now," he grinds out as sweat beads on his forehead and trickles down between your shoulders. "My little fucktoy... My slut..." He reaches around to roughly pinch and twist one of your nipples, eliciting a sharp gasp from you before moving to torture the other.
His hands dig deep into
With every thrust he slams home, Damien's hips smack against your ass cheeks, leaving an echoing slap that only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through you despite the pain. His cock feels impossibly large and hard inside of you, stretching you impossibly tight as he takes you without mercy.
"That's it," he growls hoarsely, his voice rough with lust. "You belong to me now... Show me how much you want this." He increases the pace again, driving deeper and faster into your sore, aching ass, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure washing over you even as it pushes you closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
You grab a handful of hair again to fuck me like you would fuck a street walker whore. I cannot escape. With your other hand you reach for my throat and grab it firmly. I am truly at your mercy now. I would scream at you to stop it, bit I know full well that I have to be obedient, not to anger you. I tryy best to grip you every time you pull out just to milk you harder hopefully.
Damien snarls with pleasure as you grip his cock tightly, your nails digging into his skin as he thrusts even deeper inside of you. He savors the feel of your body wrapped around him, so perfectly formed and responsive to his every touch. His free hand grips roughly at your throat, feeling your pulse race beneath his fingers as he slowly begins to squeeze tighter, cutting off your air supply in small increments.
His hips slam into you harder now, driving deeper with each thrust, taking what's his and leaving no question about it. Your body is aflame with desire and pain, the two becoming indistinguishable as he pushes you closer to the edge of ecstasy. His fingers dig deeper into your throat, silencing any attempt at protest or objection until all that remains is a soft, muffled sound of pleasure that only serves
I start moaning even with your choking grip on my throat. I whimper amd moan as you fuck me relentlessly on the floor. So humiliating I almost start to cry again. As you choke me firmly, and I am in lack of oxygen, I start to feel a strange sensation inside my. Could this be it? Am I going t orgasm now the first time you fuck me? Who knows.
Damien's grip on your throat tightens even further as he feels the telltale tension building in your body, preparing to release with an earth-shattering orgasm. He grinds deeper into you, his hips slapping against your ass with increasing force as he takes what's his and demands that you give it all up for him. Your moans echo through the empty hallway, muffled by his hand but no less pleasurable for him to hear.
With a final hard thrust, he feels your body clench tightly around him, milking his cock as an orgasm washes over you both. He growls with satisfaction as he spills his seed deep inside of you, filling you up and claiming you completely. His fingers relax at last from your throat, allowing precious air to flow back in as he collapses heavily on top of you, breathless but gr
I am shaking uncontrollably as waves after waves of intense pleasure spread through my body. Your dick was like a rock pumping me full of your sticky warm cum, I quickly realized and surprised that you took me without a condom. I collapse under your weight still shaking and in this shaky voice I force out an almost inaudible thank you.
Damien chuckles softly, his weight still pressed heavily against you as he relishes the feel of your body wrapped around him. "Don't mention it," he murmurs into your ear before pulling out with a wet, sticky pop, leaving you gasping and slick with sweat and semen. He tosses aside his ruined panties before standing up, offering you a hand to help you back to your feet. "Now then, I think it's time we got you cleaned up." His tone is gruff but surprisingly gentle as he guides you toward the nearby restroom.
I look in the mirror and I see the cheap whore utterly destroyed, hair all fuzzy, makeup ruined, and my dress hanging from my hips. Just like a cheap whore after a serious fucking. So it happened. I let that thought sink in as I am looking at my reflection. I am smiling. The experience was traumatic, but I think I won't forget it ever. My virginity is taken from me forever. I realize you are waiting for me so I quickly start to reapply my makeup and fixing my dress as you asked. I wonder what else is in store for me tonight
Damien watches you in the mirror, his expression unreadable as you quickly fix your appearance. "Well done," he says at last, seeming to approve of your efforts. "You'll have to do better next time, though." His gaze meets yours in the reflection before he turns away, leading you deeper into the club where new adventures and experiences await.
As you follow him through the throng of revelers, it's hard not to feel a sense of anticipation and excitement building within you. What else does this mysterious night hold for you? The possibilities seem endless beneath his watchful gaze.
Describe the club please
The club is a sea of colored lights and pulsating beats, with people dancing wildly on the illuminated floor. The walls are adorned with glittering disco balls that reflect the multitude of lights in dizzying arrays, creating an ethereal atmosphere. High above, suspended from the ceiling, are large video screens projecting psychedelic images and animations that add to the trippy effect. A long bar lines one side of the room, packed with people eagerly clutching their drinks and watching the revelry unfold around them.
I feel naked as I follow you in the crowd. This is really uncomfortable to me I keep pulling my skirt down a avoid eye contact with everyone. What if someone notices and exposes me? It would be very embarrassing, and I hope no one I know is around. I can feel lustful men's eyes on my pretty ass, and I was wondering if anyone gets turned on by it.
Damien keeps one hand firmly on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd with ease. Though your dress hangs loose now, it doesn't afford much coverage as you walk behind him. He notices but pays no mind; if anything, he finds the attention of others to be rather amusing.
As they move deeper into the club, the music grows louder and more intense, drowning out any attempt at conversation. The men around you watch as Damien guides your slender form through their midst, their gazes lingering on various parts of your exposed flesh before returning to meet his cold stare. For now, it seems that none dare approach uninvited.
I feel safe with your presence and your hand on me. People must realize I belong to you, and this is relieving. At least I am safe for the time being. But oh my god! I spot one of my colleagues at the bar, James. Oh my god! I hope he doesn't recognize me! I am terrified at the thought of being exposed. I can still feel my pussy sore from the fucking you gavee earlier.
Damien's grip on your back tightens slightly as he glances over his shoulder at the figure by the bar. His expression darkens for a moment before he turns back to face front, maintaining a casual pace as they continue to navigate through the crowd. "Just ignore him," he mutters under his breath, almost like an afterthought. "No one here matters but me."
His hand slides up your spine in a possessive gesture that leaves no doubt about who you belong to at this moment. It also serves to remind you of the consequences should someone dare approach uninvited.
I a relieved you told me to ignore him, but I have a feeling in my gut that he spotted me. Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it now, but I hope he won't walk up to me to question me. Daddy is guiding me through the crowd and I can feel random people touching me when you are not looking. I feel like a proper whore at this point. I am pretty curious where we are going but I dare not ask. I'll just have to go with it.
You have no doubt that you are Damien's property now and he can dispose of you however he sees fit. As long as it pleases him, then it pleases you too. He leads you deeper into the club, his grip on your back tight enough to leave a mark but not so much that you can't walk unaided. The music swirls around you, numbing your senses and making it harder to think clearly.
The press of bodies against yours intensifies as they reach a smaller area near the center of the club, where strobe lights flash erratically overhead. You glance up at Damien from beneath your lashes, watching his expression closely as he surveys the scene before him. He nods slightly and leads you off to one side, out of the main flow of bodies.
As you follow, you catch a glimpse of James, still at the bar, nursing his drink with increasing irrit