07-07-2023, 09:02 PM
The girls slept soundly as he closed the door behind him. He left his laptop open with a security cam feed of his position in the club so they didn't freak out. If they freaked out. There was a bit of risk leaving them alone upstairs, but there was never a shortage of people in the back while everyone did their jobs. The fluffy bunny was gritty and grime covered, totally not suitable for the clientele of Kallisti, was enough that it was a stuffed toy he was going to carry around.
He drew up on the power of the gods and pulled the dirt and grime from the little bunny giving it a through cleaning. Even the scent emanating from the bunny's zipper compartment smelled brighter and cleaner, like it had been stifled in all the stench of the underworld. The pink bunny needed an outfit fitting the burlesque. He fitted her with some of the girls extra skimpy costumes and a pair of pin on sunglasses that usually sat on one of the girls 1980s costumes.
Nox clipped the bunny to the back of his shirt with safety pins and headed into the club proper with the bunny looking over his left shoulder. An ear occasionally got in his view and he had to toss it aside like a strand of fallen hair. The girls giggled as he stood stoic against the wall watching the crowd. He was bound to get questions from the girls and other employees, but the patrons didn't seem to notice -- most of the time.
But Nox didn't care. Totally okay with the stares and giggles. This was the best he'd felt since he lost his arm. No fucking way anyone was going to ruin that for him.
He drew up on the power of the gods and pulled the dirt and grime from the little bunny giving it a through cleaning. Even the scent emanating from the bunny's zipper compartment smelled brighter and cleaner, like it had been stifled in all the stench of the underworld. The pink bunny needed an outfit fitting the burlesque. He fitted her with some of the girls extra skimpy costumes and a pair of pin on sunglasses that usually sat on one of the girls 1980s costumes.
Nox clipped the bunny to the back of his shirt with safety pins and headed into the club proper with the bunny looking over his left shoulder. An ear occasionally got in his view and he had to toss it aside like a strand of fallen hair. The girls giggled as he stood stoic against the wall watching the crowd. He was bound to get questions from the girls and other employees, but the patrons didn't seem to notice -- most of the time.
But Nox didn't care. Totally okay with the stares and giggles. This was the best he'd felt since he lost his arm. No fucking way anyone was going to ruin that for him.
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