Owner	Pose
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie is at the bar watching over the club tonight. The club is not packed to the gills, but it has a nice crowd still near the first of the year some folks are still ringing in the new year. Sam has a drink in front of him, and is wearing a royal purple button up shirt with the club logo on it's right upper breast, and a pair of black dress pants.
Satana Hellstrom	Santana is... well, she's Satana. She's underdressed, skirting just barely the laws of indecent exposure. (Hell having the best lawyers is very helpful in treading that line.) The full body dark purple body suit has so many bare areas it's more like she's wearing a net than an actual suit, with her feet clad in calf-high white fur vaguely reminiscent of goat feet, and a metal link belt bound together by a buckle in the shape of a demonic skull. And given the nature of the club, she's present in her own form: coiled horns and wings included. She radiates sensuality as well, catching attention as she enters, with anybody in a few steps from her getting momentarily captivated as she passes before shaking their head and blinking. Destination: bar. "Whatever's most expensive," she says to Sam. "Especially if it has sinfully exquisite chemicals augmenting it."
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie looks over the woman a brow raised a bit at her looking reminding him of someone he knows pretty well actually. He looks over to the bartender and shrugs as the man will nod to Sam and gets her one of the top shelf liquers and says "Bottle or by the drink?"
Satana Hellstrom	"Just ..." Satana thinks a moment. "... give me a double, and when it empties refill it. So keep the bottle handy." She winks at the bartender, then turns her attention back to Sam. "Do you want me to pay ahead of time or do you think I can be trusted?" Her mouth is twisted into a sardonic grin, eyes glinting with amusement. She then extends her hand, palm down. "Satana Hellstrom of the Boston Hellstroms. I've heard of this place. I thought I'd check it out." Her attention is briefly taken by the clientel. "You accept people for who they are, I hear. So ... who would you say is the ..." She practically shivers. "... most wicked person here?" Her gaze falls back on Sam, and that smile is no longer sardonic. It's something almost predatory. Almost.
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie hmms a bit to this and says "Well, I think you can at least semi be trusted to pay, you have a bit of a unique look so should not be to hard to find. Happen to know a lady by the name of Illyana?" He asks her. At the who is the most wicked, he hmmmms a bit in thought and says "Well if your looking for really bad people, more likely to find some of the outskirts of Mutant town causing trouble.
Satana Hellstrom	"Illyana Nikolievna Rasputin?" Satana asks, eyes twinkling. "Never heard of her." Her chuckle is a low contralto that goes straight past the conscious to wrap around the hypothalamus in a furry, purring mass. She seems to exude sensuality and carnality just by breathing. "OK," she adds, holding up both hands, "I've heard of her. I make it my business to know as much about demons as I can." Her drink is slid in front of her which causes her to pick it up and lightly shake the glass to watch the liquid slosh a bit. "I've never met her, however, nor she me." The drink slides down her throat. "But she's not really a demon now, is she?"
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie shakes his head and says "No, but she has her own little hell, Ah guess you could say. You and she have a bit of a similar vibe. So are you actually demon or part demon?"
Satana Hellstrom	Satana leans in to Samuel, a conspiratorial gesture. Or an exposure of her cleavage. (Por que no los dos?) "I'm the devil's daughter," she says in a low voice, making eye contact and the words slip out between her lips. She then straightens up and chuckles again, sending that fuzzy contralto to wrap around the hypothalamus, the motions this causes in her enhancing the ... let's call it interest? ... that her lean forward had possibly created. It's a masterful performance. "I know of Ms. Rasputin's little realm. It's intriguing. But it isn't Hell. Cosmology gets very complicated, even before you bring in the Grecians and the Norse.
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie says, "Hence why Ah call it her own little one. He does notices the display and tries not to look to blatantly. "Yes, once you add them and others, it is a bit confusing. Ah try to judge things as Ah encounter them thou myself."
Satana Hellstrom	"You're allowed to look," Satana says with a laugh. "I dress this way because I want you to look. I mean not you specifically, but ... all of you." The last three words are paired with a sudden head turn to face the man next to her who has been checking her out in ways he thought he wouldn't be caught in. Satana winks at the man. Her attention back to Sam, she continues, "But I'm guessing from your accent you've been brought up to be a gentleman who doesn't look. And that you might find me a little flustering. Am I close?"
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie will make a soso motion ands says "Well lest so than Ah would have years ago, but perhaps a bit." He will admit to her, and says "But also knowing someone wants you to look, can read a bit as a trap, Ah am sure you understand.
Satana Hellstrom	"You have good instincts. It could very well be a trap." She leans in again, seemingly a light jiggle away from a wardrobe malfunction ... that never comes. "This is how I hunt," she murmurs. "But you're safe. Your soul is too bland. It would be like eating pabulum." She winks. "I love the rich and complicated flavour of true sinners." Again she straightens. "And that I suspect answers your earlier question about me which I so cavalierly answered."
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie nods his head a bit to this and says "Yea, Ah will admit, Ah generally hang on the other side more often." He hmmms a bit and says "Not sure if you will find him here, but there is a gentleman about 4 streets down, who you might find interesting. Do you leave them learning from it?
Satana Hellstrom	"I extract their souls, and send the little wisp that remains screaming to Hell for their eternal reward. They then have eternity to learn from the errors of their ways." Satana grins slyly. "I can be a bit of a hardass on sin," she adds. "It's all in my job description." Tilting her head she regards Samuel. "Other things are in my job description, and I only feed every ten days to two weeks or so. The rest of the time I can show you those other aspects of my job ..." Her smile widens and is predatory again. "So who is this man you mentioned?"
Samuel Guthrie	Samuel Guthrie ponders for a moment, but the man he tells her about is a pimp who treats his women wrong. Sam has pressed the guy but getting rid of him has been problematic