With Toy -- no doubt he had a name, but Lilith had not provided it to the audience and thus he would go only by that moniker -- now strapped fully to the frame, what had been merely hinted at with his crawl to the stage became readily apparent. The man was tall and lean, willowy in build and lightly olive in complexion; his hair had been cut into a mohawk flopped to one side, a feathery black shadow against his face; and his face was much like Lilith's own: sharp in its beauty and nearly impossible not to attend to. It was however his expression which most drew the audience's attention, with its peculiar mix of arrogance and something bordering on haughtiness despite the bondage holding him firmly in place.
That attention was however stolen inevitably by Lilith, whose lips had taken an almost taunting smirk as she stepped away her Toy, putting just enough distance between them to ensure that his attempt to grind against her would be futile; and yet, close enough that he might think just a little strain would allow him to again find himself pressed to the latex-slick curve of her ass. His struggle was met only with quiet amusement from the audience, and from Lilith, nothing -- at least for some moments. Her attention was upon the audience.
It was the audience which most interested Lilith, for the moment. It was them -- those watching, those leaning just subtly forward in their seats as if they might get a better look at her or her Toy -- who brought the smile to the woman's lips; and it was they to whom she lifted a hand and pressed her latex-gloved index finger to her full and pursed lips lest they begin too early to give in to those urges the performance was fully intended to bring forth.
"Patience, lovely people."
There was a small groan, or a whimper, or some other little noise somewhere in the audience -- but silence reigned after, as Lilith turned at last to place her attention again fully upon her Toy. A single step brought her to him, and whether it was the abrupt motion of her arm or the hard crack of her palm against her Toy's cheek which first entered the audience's attention depended fully upon the pair of eyes watching. Regardless, the slap was impossible to ignore, as was Toy's low sound -- not pained, but impatient and wanting. Though still his eyes remained lifted no higher than his Mistress' lips, there was heat in his gaze and in the press of his lips.
There was more heat, however, in Lilith's low chuckle. The mirth was mocking and taunting, filled to the very brim with derision.
"Tell them, Toy." With one hand, Lilith gestured behind her, the flat of her upturned palm taking in the entire audience. "Tell them what you want; what you yearn for; what you will do for me, if only I give you your reward. Tell them what you will do for them, and what you will allow them to do to you if only I give my permission. Be clear, darling -- I wouldn't want anyone misunderstanding you."
Where Lilith's voice was a full-throated purr seemingly affected solely for the seduction of any ear near enough to hear it, Toy's was eminently masculine. His was a voice surely made to sing in accord with whatever instrument may be fortunate to accompany him, a low and deep thing which made of his every syllable a slow shaping of audible art.
"I want you to use me, Mistress. I want you to slap me, to devour me, to use me until I can no longer be used."
Anyone observant enough to note the more minute details of the way he spoke would perhaps have found that his words were too practiced, or too thoughtful, much like a man might affect a more formal tone than he may be accustomed to in certain social situations. Still, the heat within his voice matched the heat within his eyes and the subtle glisten which clung to his lean body whether sweat or oil.
"I want you to hold me, to stroke me, to wrap your lips around me and take me deep. I want you to fuck me. I want them... " The way Toy's eyes shifted in their attention from the very lips he yearned so vocally to be held between to the audience past Lilith's shoulder was subtle, but noticeable. It was meant to be noticed. It demanded to be noticed. " ... to watch, and want, and plead to be allowed to finish what you begin. And then I want to take whichever among them is fortunate enough and leave her -- or him -- a quivering mass of exhausted satisfaction."
It was the 'or him' which drew the first hints of something close to gasps. It was of course not that the club or its patrons were unaccustomed to bisexuality, nor that such performances had never before partaken in the same. It was only that Toy had paused just so before providing that addendum that the short span of seconds between words had been in their own way as much a tease as the words themselves and the display upon the stage in whole. And after, Lilith's purred mirth again held the forefront of all attention -- though her hand threatened at any moment to steal such attention away entirely.
After the slap, Lilith's hand had settled to cup against her Toy's cheek as he spoke and gave voice to his wants and the implicit promise that at least one member of the audience would indeed be fortunate. After, she lowered her hand slowly, tracing with the flat of her palm and fingertips alike over his shoulder and collarbone, over his chest with only a brief stray toward one nipple, and then lower still.
