Post by King Dartainan on Sept 26, 2017 1:53:04 GMT
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he King. A smart business man and a ruler of his kingdom. During the day he was a King of the Nekomata, but at night, he was the owner of a very successful nightclub called Crucible. The place packed itself on the weekends. Being of all races came to pulse to his DJs beats. Lights flashing and bodies moving without a care in the world. It was his home away from his kingdom. His office was suspended above the dance floor and bar. Large tinted windows had it impossible for others to peer into, but gave him a beautiful view of of the environment below him. If you needed his attention you could always find him tucked away within his office with a glass of bourbon in his hand. Many people ask him why he decided to open a nightclub. His answer is always to escape. Many being live lives of stress and hardship,where they could all come and be their freaky selves. They could dress as they wished. Danced with whom they wished. Unleash those moves they had been hiding from the world. To be carefree and to dance away the stress and hustle of day to day life. Dartanian had seen many things in his club. From that girl that sat in her cubicle come out and be a seductress to the usual comers being dressed as a Furry. He allowed it, for people to dress as they wished, with tails and ears or full body suits. It gave him the freedom to leave his tail and ears free and not have to be hidden. People were usually to drunk or high on the music to think much of it. They would make comments like “nice costume” or “are those real? They look super real!” Of course he’d dismiss the comments, nod and move on.
Tonight Dartanian came in early. His staff of dancers, bartenders, and DJs were there setting up for the night. He had his ears and tail hidden since these people weren’t yet drunk or to caught up in dancing to care. It was Friday night, their busiest night of the weekend. This was the night that those beings that had a hard week will come to play. He checked on his bartenders to make sure they had everything they needed. Went backstage and made sure all the dancers were taken care of as well and checking in with his DJ. Everyone was good. Now it was time for him to grab a drink of bourbon and then head to his domain above the dance floor. Soon darkness would take over the sky and the night creatures would come out to play. Dartanian stood in the window of his office, holding a drink in one hand and wore a snarky crooked grin on his face as the night was about to begin.
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