Post by Baptist on Sept 30, 2013 2:09:14 GMT -5
The entrancing melody from the The Blueberry Brothel excited every part of Lyric’s petite shape, her slim figure swaying elegantly, openly displaying her skills in the arts of dance. Her luscious lavender locks decorated the aura around her as the customers around her could not deny her beautiful form. Lyric only grinned, pleased by the attention already drawn in by her enthralling form. Her figure was decorated with a silken black dress that was rather revealing as the cut of the dress rose almost near her hip, partially revealing her round rump as she swung her hips promiscuously at the males seated around her Victorian stage.
As she continued her hypnotizing twirl, a voice that was barely audible noise crept in front of her and within a few moments, the shouted babble became more audible to the Akuma. “Ly! Hey Ly!” An obnoxious shrill caused the woman to roll her maroon eyes and she tried her best to avoid this frequent annoyance and continue with her dance; she would allow this scrawny boy to disturb her hard work. So, Lyric ignored her, swinging her slender leg around the metallic pole in the center of the stage, displaying her forbidden physique to all that wished to see.
“Ly! Can we now...?” The pathetic child was referring to his wad of bills, waving it around in an attempt to pull her aside for a private dance. She would gladly for any other male here hypnotized by her, just not him. The small girl removed herself from her metal prop and strolled erotically down the strip, eyes enthralled by every move she made. The young man looked uplifted, as if he’d won the fight. Leaning down with a devious smile on her lips, Lyric snatched the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, inches from her perky lips. Then, she whispered. “Back off if you don’t want me to crush your skull right here.” Beneath the dark, her cutesy appearance molded for a split second, her Akuma tendencies lashing out leaving the young man horrified. Luckily she knew what she was doing so all others were unaware of her risky stunt. He immediately retreated to the exit, screams from the coward and laughter from the older audiences blended for a moment as Lyric returned to her post.
With a adorable wink, the dancer laughed. “So sorry boys! For your patience you get a special treat!” With face glowing she gripped the onyx dress covering her petite body and tore violently to reveal her signature lingerie, top hat and all. Whistles and roars followed as she tempted each one and before the night was over she would attach herself to one to become the latest victim to Lyric, the Little Hatter.
Life could not get any better. She giggled, starting her routine once again. She had yet been spotted by the supernatural authorities; The Exorcists. Even if she did, she had plenty of forces to protect her from them. She was not afraid of them...
As she continued her hypnotizing twirl, a voice that was barely audible noise crept in front of her and within a few moments, the shouted babble became more audible to the Akuma. “Ly! Hey Ly!” An obnoxious shrill caused the woman to roll her maroon eyes and she tried her best to avoid this frequent annoyance and continue with her dance; she would allow this scrawny boy to disturb her hard work. So, Lyric ignored her, swinging her slender leg around the metallic pole in the center of the stage, displaying her forbidden physique to all that wished to see.
“Ly! Can we now...?” The pathetic child was referring to his wad of bills, waving it around in an attempt to pull her aside for a private dance. She would gladly for any other male here hypnotized by her, just not him. The small girl removed herself from her metal prop and strolled erotically down the strip, eyes enthralled by every move she made. The young man looked uplifted, as if he’d won the fight. Leaning down with a devious smile on her lips, Lyric snatched the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, inches from her perky lips. Then, she whispered. “Back off if you don’t want me to crush your skull right here.” Beneath the dark, her cutesy appearance molded for a split second, her Akuma tendencies lashing out leaving the young man horrified. Luckily she knew what she was doing so all others were unaware of her risky stunt. He immediately retreated to the exit, screams from the coward and laughter from the older audiences blended for a moment as Lyric returned to her post.
With a adorable wink, the dancer laughed. “So sorry boys! For your patience you get a special treat!” With face glowing she gripped the onyx dress covering her petite body and tore violently to reveal her signature lingerie, top hat and all. Whistles and roars followed as she tempted each one and before the night was over she would attach herself to one to become the latest victim to Lyric, the Little Hatter.
Life could not get any better. She giggled, starting her routine once again. She had yet been spotted by the supernatural authorities; The Exorcists. Even if she did, she had plenty of forces to protect her from them. She was not afraid of them...