multiversallogs | 007; strip my senses.

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik, Irene Adler, and OPEN.
What: Just another night of expensive debauchery.
Where: The Vault.
When: Sukkardi.
Notes: N/A
Warnings: Sexuality, BDSM, swearing, probable allusions to drug use. Sex club, y'all.

Hasi debuts a new costume on Sukkardi: thigh-high stockings, black lace underwear, a corseted wasp-waist, and a sheer black blouse with long sleeves and a high collar. It is so sheer that her torso, aside from her stomach cinched in by the wasp, is visible, including her breasts and the nipple rings she wears. As one might expect, this attracts some attention, accentuated by the fact that in her high heels she is a head above half the crowd. She wears her hair loose, and makes her rounds with charm and a smile; if she is discomfited by recent events in her life, she'll never let it show. This is her job, and her job right now is to make sure everyone else has a good time, that they feel wanted, that they feel that they fit in--and it takes precedence over her worry about reprisals from the Candlelighters.

Plus, she has a wonderful new show lined up, and that gives her something to be pleased about--and good reason to entice everyone she can find to sub-stage B, when her second act of the evening (her first, on the main-stage, with the fire-dancing, is still performed earlier in the night, though this time it also includes aerial silks) occurs. The VIP lounge is especially relevant to her conquest, as she hasn't forgotten her promise to seek out Xenian-friendly high rollers for Xavier.

And now she isn't pretending to be anything other than Xenian.

Threaded | Flat

The usual.

Also the usual.

Not so usual.

On sub-stage B, Irene Adler and Hasibe Ozcelik perform a joint set.

In it, Hasibe initially takes the role of "favored pet"; the two bring in audience volunteers to boss around and dominate, with Hasibe occasionally bratting, pressing at Irene's authority with a certain stagey drama. She flirts with the audience when she does it, drawing the eye, batting eyelashes, playing the girlish coquette. Eventually, this results in a fairly stern punishment, rendering Hasibe gasping, twisting, arching on the table at the center of the stage. She is naked but for her underwear and a gold-and-black velvet collar for the majority of the act, so the physical reflection of her punishment is especially apparent. Initially she tries to wiggle her way out of it with exaggerated pouts and pleads, all to no avail. Hasibe wears a fox mask, toward the end, with hints of the act veering toward a Story of O homage, culminating in what appears to be an actual impersonation of a death at one point--a willing death like Odile's was in the story, a penance for her bad behavior, an act of adoration and devotion that she privately finds romantic if ill-advised even outside the stage. It leaves some gullible members of the audience looking a touch anxious. When the lights darken and the act finishes, however, there's her barely-visible silhouette, still breathing on the table.

(They couldn't do something ordinary. Whips are lovely, and certainly were well-used, but there's so much more subversion to be had.)

Only Irene can probably see the breathless little grin on her face, though. She's still quite flushed, blooming bruises and pink blushes decorating her skin, but absolutely enthralled with what they've done.

Ultra-exclusive, way up in the air, extremely sparkly...and it looks like a jellyfish.

Do what you like here!

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