[ The club had buzzed with the sudden scandal of a new owner, and the fact that a vampire had strolled in with an entourage of other vampires to clean up the place. It was not even a werewolf club anymore for word had gotten around that there would be the inclusion of several other supernatural subsets and thus it was no longer a safe space just for the wolves.
It was a safe space for all.
Essek slipped out of the car, wearing dark leather hot pants that showed a rather delicious amount of lavender skin, and then ankle high heeled boots, his own shirt was a sleeveless sweater that showed those slender arms. Around his waist rested a rather coy linked belt-- and indeed, the chain was held firm in his hand.
There was an equal attention on both of them, Bren was indeed drawing attention as well and Essek was not pleased at that, it made him clutch the chain a little more firm than he would otherwise. He'd overseen the hiring of all of the staff, he'd interrogated a few of the werewolves who had seemed the least hostile, and had prolonged their livelihood. (predominately he had used a truth spell to ascertain their opinions of Trent Ikithon, he would have no one loyal to Trent in this club)
As Bren entered the club, he wrapped an arm around that waist and leaned in, sending a very clear message that this man was his and under his protection. And then came the vampire that Essek had left in charge of the club, to lead them to their booth for the evening, a little alcove only reachable by a staircase and to which it was the prime spot to see and be seen, was tactically placed so that no one could sneak up on them and then allowed them to see everything going on amid the floor. ]
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It was a safe space for all.
Essek slipped out of the car, wearing dark leather hot pants that showed a rather delicious amount of lavender skin, and then ankle high heeled boots, his own shirt was a sleeveless sweater that showed those slender arms. Around his waist rested a rather coy linked belt-- and indeed, the chain was held firm in his hand.
There was an equal attention on both of them, Bren was indeed drawing attention as well and Essek was not pleased at that, it made him clutch the chain a little more firm than he would otherwise. He'd overseen the hiring of all of the staff, he'd interrogated a few of the werewolves who had seemed the least hostile, and had prolonged their livelihood. (predominately he had used a truth spell to ascertain their opinions of Trent Ikithon, he would have no one loyal to Trent in this club)
As Bren entered the club, he wrapped an arm around that waist and leaned in, sending a very clear message that this man was his and under his protection. And then came the vampire that Essek had left in charge of the club, to lead them to their booth for the evening, a little alcove only reachable by a staircase and to which it was the prime spot to see and be seen, was tactically placed so that no one could sneak up on them and then allowed them to see everything going on amid the floor. ]