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Originally a second location of the Soul and the Dragon, The Heart of Ashes became its own establishment a couple decades back, and now it does not look like the Soul and the Dragon and is a strip club.

The lighting is entirely black lights, and the paints are all in neon. Anything not painted in neon is black. There are tables at the center with poles and stages designed for strippers and pole dancing. Rooms are available in the back for anyone interested in things other than just watching the dancing.

Roleplay!

To say Phi were in a sour mood would be to put it mildly. Mildly was also putting it, well, mildly. She'd gotten in a minor scuffle with a member of a gang. Not even the Luscaris, which, in her mind, was pretty fucking annoying. Also not something she had the damn time for. Her face contorted in a scowl, she sat at the bar, stewing over these events. She tapped her hand against the counter. She wasn't exactly in the mood to watch the strippers -- mostly because touching was off-limits. She didn't like that. She wouldn't mind the release that sex would bring, though. It was a good use of aggression. But revenge was probably the first thing on her mind. A petty revenge, nothing major. Starting a one-man war against one gang was bad enough let alone two.

Phi cocked her head to the side, a slow, languid grin spreading across her lips. "Fuck or punch?" Phi asked, raising an eyebrow. She needed someone to expend her excess adrenaline on, so why not some random, bint who walked up to her in a club? "The name's Lucerne. Finn Lucerne." She held out a hand as if expecting Mallorie to shake it. A strand of choppy dark hair fell down across Phi's forehead. She winked at Mallorie as if she thought that were actually charming. "So, fuck or punch? The choice is yours. All the same to me."

"Oh, I'm not just any girl. I'm me," Phi teased, an almost taunting smile on her lips. The dare was in her eyes, too. "Back room, upstairs on the left." It was admittedly Phi's favorite room in the establishment (she had a lot of experience figuring this out). She did this sort of thing an awful lot. "It's got all the fun stuff, you know." She undressed Mallorie with her eyes, sort of imagining what the other girl looked like without her outfit. She could imagine all the things they could do, too, and was that ever a lot. Phi stood up, straightening out her form-fitting clothes. "Come along."

Phi could feel the other woman's gaze on her ass, so she swayed her hips a little bit more than usual as she strode toward the staircase. About halfway up the stairs, Phi leaned forward at such an angle that she'd be able to see a bit down Mallorie's outfit. Unfortunately for Phi, this didn't let her see anything other than the top of Mallorie's cleavage. Phi definitely did not pout. She pulled off her own leather jacket and slung it over her arm. Her outfit was tight -- a low-cut black camisole that hid nothing and fitted black jeans. They were flattering and gave her an air of danger she liked.

Phi couldn't get up the stairs fast enough because that would seem fucking desperate. She was about to fuck the girl, but she was not below her dignity. "Ladies in dresses first, I think." She gestured for Mallorie to go up first, grinning and giving Mallorie a frankly hungry look. Phi would have thrown her leather jacket at Mallorie as a form of flirting, but she liked that jacket. She didn't want the other girl to leave it here or to steal it. She tied the jacket around her waist in a way that made her hips a little more accentuated and arched her back in a way that would accentuate her cleavage. She raised an eyebrow.

It didn't take long for Phi to follow Mallorie to the door. Indeed, Phi stared at Mallorie's hand on the doorknob for a moment. It would have been a lie to say that she didn't have the slightest urge to just fucking knock the door off its hinges already, but that was an urge she decided to restrain. She was not sure of Mallorie's stance on exhibitionism. Phi herself didn't really give a shit about who saw, but that was Phi. Phi didn't really have that sense of shame that most people did when it came to sex. She slept around and didn't care who knew. "You first," Phi ordered (she had that habit of giving orders and had never lost it). Unashamed, she started to pull off her shirt. She did so quickly and made the short action as sensual as quickly pulling off one's own shirt could be.

Phi noticed Mallorie didn't lock the door and smirked. It was a little difficult, having noticed that, not to want to crack the door open or just liberate it from the hinges. Phi had no issues deepening the kiss quickly, but kisses were foreplay to her. Unnecessary, but sort of fun. She'd rather get to the actual fun stuff though, so she pushed Mallorie toward the bed, releasing the other girl's mouth only when she needed to breath and when she took a step back to rummage through the drawer.

((I have been on an extended hiatus, as indicated by my status))

Phi wasted no time in clamping her hand around a device, but the door opened and a group of three people staggered in. Phi turned around and sat down on the nightstand. "Idiots," she muttered. "D'you want to stay an' watch, or get the fuck out? Choice is yours." She grinned at them and shrugged off her beloved leather jacket. She took off her camisole and bra quickly. There was not art to it, not really at least. She made short work of it. She was more interested in the end result of exposing her torso than doing a strip tease. She brought her right hand to the hem of her pants while her left hand picked up what she had dropped.

((It's fine, and thanks. After this post perhaps we fade to black and pick up after?))

Phi pushed her own pants down unceremoniously, not even bothering to undo the buttons on them. She didn't particularly care if the intruders did stay and watch, but with the way the other woman was kissing down her neck and lower, she didn't really have the presence of thought to notice whether they stayed or not. And besides, they were on the wrong side of her face, and they were perhaps only on the periphery of her one eye. She pulled Mal closer and trailed a finger between the other woman's cleavage and down past her naval. Phi smirked up at Mal as she sunk down to her knees and leaned forward.

((Cool))

((Is this over now?))

((It seemed like your post sort of ended it, so))

((Both are free, methinks))

((Yeah))

((I vaguely remember it yes. It was like they had a past that ended badly. For whatever reason, they end up meeting again and starting something up. Nyco Drake is sort of romancing this other girl too. The resistance wants to off ND. Mal helps her fake her death. Something like that))

((Probably lol. Yeah, KT's charrie Adrian. ND wants heirs. Artificially inseminated. One of the last people in the war to "die"))

((Sure))

((Cool. Umm, wherever, I suppose, but HotC is more likely?))

((Sure))