1517/Entrancing Performance

Entrancing Performance
Date of Scene:	17 July 2017
Location:	MysterieX strip club in Metropolis
Synopsis:	Sarah runs into a customer at the club who is resistant to her influences. Interesting lady ...
Cast of Characters:	Voodoo, Taboo

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Voodoo has posed:
It has taken nearly a week and a half to get MysteriX all cleaned up and operational again. The club's owner is really peeved, especially since he is out the money that he could have made all of those nights, and he had to front the money for the repairs and now has to wait for the insurance company to reimburse him. Nevertheless, the place is open again, and he made very sure his top headliner is here for opening night, and booked for the whole night. He wasn't exactly polite about it, either.

The club is maintaining its prior style, a very sleek and modern look. Lots of glass and chrome and good lighting just turned down low. But as the music changes and the announcer starts his patter, artificial smoke billows out across the stage, light with a shimmering purple hue by recessed lighting in the edge of the main stage.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen. It's time to work the magic. It's time ... for Voodoo!"

A visibly curvaceous figure is outlined as shadow against the fog as the music begins, dancing sinuously, slowly, only slowly emerging through the fog. But as the costumed Priscilla comes through the fog, her sheer presence hits the audience like a hammer of desire. There's nothing to really point to an outside mental influence, but she just comes off as the sexiest thing they've ever seen; if any tiniest part of them is at all attracted to women, there it is. The power of it is strong enough that women who have never admitted to themselves they can find other women attractive often have very confusing, or enlightening, evenings when Voodoo is on stage.

She's magical like that.

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed had heard of the club. She had only been in Manhattan for barely two weeks now. Well Manhattan's seedy underbelly rather. The place she called home was nothing to brag about. But it was dry and generally secure.

Catching a train to Metropolis for a day of shopping and job hunting, the redhead decided to check the club out. She arrived just about ten minutes before the star performance of the night. Sitting at a two person table, alone, Amanda slowly nursed a drink as she waited. It wasn't long. And it was clearly worth every second to see a performance like this.

Whether she was spellbound or not, her expression had not yet changed as she leaned back in her chair to watch Voodoo do her thing.

Voodoo has posed:
And do her thing Voodoo does. The woman is a consumate performer and a truly talented dancing athlete; she knows how to use that power and grace to build the best, hottest performance. She almost seems to defy gravity the way she works the pole and the dance floor, and she hasn't even taken anything off yet.

Most of the audience is definitely entranced to one degree or another. The dollar bills are already out, and Priscilla makes herself available, giving each customer a little quiet and private time to tuck their bills where they wish in her costume. Most will end up back on the dance floor at some point, as those bits of costume come off. But they're not going to mind, and they're not getting those bills back.

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed watches. She appreciates The Art. She hasn't danced, herself, but she considered it a time or two. No. Her forays into the adult industry were more of the curbside arrangement in her day. But she never failed to appreciate the artform that is Dancing.

Sipping at her drink Amanda leans forward intently as Voodoo continues her performance and makes her way past many of the customers. Her level of customer service is certainly... beyond reproach.

Voodoo has posed:
Priscilla does come around to every customer close enough to her stage to reach, which includes Amanda eventually. As with each customer, she gives the lovely redhead a prolonged, personal mini-performance, never moving away or abandoning her, clearly giving Amanda just as much attention as any of the others.

Then Voodoo shimmies away - no less, but not really much more than anyone else, either - and continues her performance. As the song changes to a new tune, the first of the pieces of her costume is discarded, and the whole performance picks up to a whole new level.

Suffice it to say, the performance set is a full four songs. By the time it's all over, Voodoo is down to only the legally mandated itty bitty bit, and her g-string is literally bristling with bills. Some of them aren't even singles. By the time the last song ends, she gives a bow - from up on the pole, bowing to let that incredible mane of hers sweep just an inch shy of the stage surface - and then she swings down gracefully, sweeps up the costume pieces and the money left behind, and retreats as the announcers congratulates everyone and promises Voodoo will be back for private dances, then starts announcing the next girls as they come up on the various separated stages.

It's about ten minutes later that Voodoo comes out, waring a diaphanous purple robe and that g-string, along with her towering stiletto platforms, and starts moving from table to table, greeting the guests.

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed watches, green eyes intent on the movements. The projected mood and persona. It's very impressive. Stunning, really. And when the performer comes close and dances in front of her own table, she smiles, not about to miss this. She enjoys it and offers appreciation in the form of a monetary 'donation', reaching out to tuck it into a clingy strap she can reach. As the dance continues she claps and grins, enjoying it, even if the majority of other patrons seem to be getting into it far more enthusiasticaly than Amanda herself is. Outwardly anyway.

She accepts a refill of her drink and settles back as it all comes to an end. Like the most intense roller coaster, everything has to end in order to reset, for everyone to catch their breath.

As Voodoo makes her way out amongst the paying customers after her break, Amanda's gaze falls upon the woman, watching her with curiosity.

Voodoo has posed:
As one might imagine, Priscilla gets a lot of interest from the patrons, and quite a few lap dances ensue. But it seems most of the patrons cannot afford a VIP private room dance, so she stays out on the floor, making her way around from table to table looking for those interested and with enough cash to earn her attentions for a while. Eventually, Amanda's table will be her next stop.

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed slipped a note into her 'tip' as Voodoo danced. "Someone's being naughty.... stay out of my head, beautiful.." is written playfully on a $20 amidst ten singles. Clearly it's meant just for her to keep and easily so witht the rest to add into any possible 'profit sharing' the club may have.

The redhead sits and waits patiently, unbothered, enjoying the other dancers and savoring her drink as Voodoo makes her way around. Eventually she senses the presence at her table and looks up, green eyes slowly scaling that figure till they meet the star dancer's own and she offers a slow smile.

Voodoo has posed:
Priscilla proceeds to offer Amanda a lap dance, like any other customer, but she stays to converse with her regardless if the woman agrees to pay or not. "Sorry if you didn't like the show." she comments wryly. "But especially given how badly the club needs money after the damages, I can't exactly afford not to use every advantage I have. Thanks for the big tip, though. I appreciate it."

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed pays. She knows very much what it's like to be shorted or stiffed on pay after working to... entertain. She also keeps her hands to herself as the professional works her real magic. A smile. "I didn't say I didn't like the show, Miss Voodoo. I just said to stay out of my head... I know what you're doing. It makes you different. Unique. Special. And with everyone else? Screw 'em. Turn it up to 11... I don't really care.. " She pauses to sip her drink as she pulls more bills out to pay for the lap dance. "But me? I'm not the rest. I'm not like you. Hell I'm not like anyone else I know. But I'm not... mundane." She smiles wickedly. "So... let's call it... professional courtesy, hmm?"

Voodoo has posed:
Priscilla shrugs her shoulders and keeps dancing. "Well, I can't really just exclude you. It's either all on, or all off." She keeps dancing for Amanda. "But I can tone it down if you like. I made sure you were the last on my circuit anyway, until my next show." Priss doesn't seem to mind the idea that Amanda is not a mundane. "What I am is kinda complicated myself." she admits. "But such is life, right?"

Taboo has posed:
Amanda Reed nods, enjoying the conversation. "Life is a bitch. The rest of us are, too, when life pushes us around too hard." A toothsome grin is offered, "So. How much are Champagne Room performances? I'm not sure I'm content to let this conversation end right here... Maybe you are affecting me after all and I'm not willing to let go of your attention so easily" she muses.