Camille touched up the dark purple lipstick, then moved her lips from pout to roll them together and ensure the material was evenly spread. Purple tipped fingernails ran through her dark hair, highlighted with streaks of white and lavender. Her violet eyes turned their attention to the dress, smoothing it out a bit upon her taut stomach. The black material made a lovely contrast with the lavender lace bra peeking out from the dip of material over her chest. The swells of her pale breasts filled out the satin material quite nicely and the dress itself only ran to about mid-thigh to show off toned legs leading into mid-calf black leather boots. “Not too bad if I do say so myself,” she proudly proclaimed before turning to the bathroom door and slipping out of it to re-enter the club.
The booming bass of the Cruxshadows filled the club, her head bobbed lightly to it as she made her way to the bar. She could feel the eyes following her and made sure to sway her hips just a bit more suggestively than usual. Leaning up against the stone counter, Camille waited till the tender made her way over then ordered a green fairie, absinthe diluted with water poured over a sugar cube. It was a favorite drink of hers though she did miss the days that it was made with wormwood as that had led to some particularly interesting adventures.
Thin fingers wrapped around the glass just before she turned around to push away from the bar and head towards the center of the club. She loved Goth clubs, they tended to revel in things that were natural to her like her pale skin and tendency towards dark clothing. Not that there wasn’t splashes of pastels that contrasted with the dark, colors that she would have never thought of in the age she’d been born. The people that made up the culture intrigued her, particularly their obsession with supernatural beings such as vampires and werewolves. That she could openly state what she was and not get a shocked or fearful reaction truly intrigued her and was one of the major draws to the culture.
Another tended to be the rather openness and acceptance of sex and for Camille that meant the difference between life and death. Sex was more than pleasure to her, it was life itself, as she needed the energy generated in order to sustain her own existence. Her kind had two options in order to slake their thirst, the aforementioned use of sexual energies or by the better known consumption of blood. For her, she greatly preferred to receive the energy through sex, though she had before taken blood when needed, survival was survival. Tonight, like most weekend nights, she was on the prowl for at least one hot-blooded partner.
The bottom of the dress swayed lightly as she began to move to the music, grateful for the resurgence of the use of the violin as it was one of her favorite instruments. Rogue had one of nicer voices, she thought, at least one that she would love to hear scream her name in bed. Considering he wasn’t there right now she just allowed herself to roll her hips as she made her way onto the dance floor, drink in one hand and eyes half lidded as she just felt the music roll through her. Being that it was early Friday night she could afford to take her time and just savor the fun of the early evening.
Out on the sparsely populated dance floor she flowed, eyes mostly closed as she kept herself hypnotized with the music. With her strength she had little fear of attack so Camille could afford to be a little careless even if she was by herself. Time on the dance floor before it got packed was a precious commodity, not to be wasted in the least bit. For one part it was fun, but for another it began to make an impression on the young folks around the club. Some would mark her as well on her way to being drunk and thus an easy target, some would be genuinely interested, and the rest would have a rush of hormones edging them towards arousal and lowering their own guard. Her dances were carefully practiced to maximize sensuality and the occasional flare of the dress to show off the lavender lace panties underneath.
Slowly she worked her way through the drink, taking her time so as to not have the leave the dance floor that quickly. Every time she looked up, Camille made a quick scan of the audience, watching it grow and watching the reactions she was getting. With a quick toss of her head, she finished off the drink and stepped off of the dance floor making a beeline straight for the bar. The dancing had given her a lovely sheen of sweat, making the light dance sparkle even more off the lightly glittered skin of her chest.
At the bar she finally had her first approach, a young man dressed in black jeans and an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt. Inwardly she smiled, not necessarily what you expected in this sort of club but he could also be a guy who just appreciated how Goth girls dressed. She’d met plenty of those and generally liked them, at least for the little bit of time that she spent with them.
