What Not to Do (Kallisti)

[Nox]

Nox chuckled at Danika's comment. He wasn't going to trade shoes, pretty sure they wouldn't fit. And besides the girls had plenty in the wardrobe that did fit. The few men who danced with the girls they had their own costumes.

Ilesha was full on red when he suggested the eye candy come join them for some more private attention, but Danika was oblivious to what he meant it made he grin broadly. He put his arms around both women and pulled them closer together so he could whisper above the rising music of the first act on stage. "Look around you Duckling." He nodded to Mist chatting it up with a table of men three tables over. Her fingers trailed softly across one man's thigh, while her foot was placed in a precarious place in front of another man's crotch her elbow resting on it as she spoke in hushed voices for the men who hung on every word and oggled the sex appeal his friend gave off.

At another table a man and woman chatted with Chet. He wasn't great at anything, but he played with fire like no one's business. He was born like Nox with the gift of the gods, except he didn't really know he was doing it. And when Nox tried to tell him, it was like talking to a box of rocks. So Nox had stopped trying. Chet couldn't channel outside the stage, and he didn't do it without his fire batons already flaming. Ignorance was bliss. The woman was drunk and handsy and Chet was doing his best to keep the woman's hands at bay. Nox thought he'd skip that table when making his rounds.

"You are of course free to just watch the show." On stage, one of the girls was singing a raunchy sailor song and dressed in a very sexy sailor's outfit that she nearly popped out of each time she moved.