Owner	Pose
Daniel Chain	You'd think that for one who was raised in a world bearing brimstone lakes, horizon-spanning webs, and all manner of twisted monstrosities, that a den of human filth and vice wouldn't even get a second glance. But the startled look that Daniel gives as he opens the door to the Happy Hetarai shows that he's still very much capable of surprise. Because whatever it was he was expecting, it *wasn't* this. The young man can't help but stare, standing in the open doorway for a moment as he peers through the dimly-lit room. It eventually does occur to him however, that just blocking the doorway is probably a bit rude, and so makes his way inside. He would probably stand out in more ways than one, looking younger and cleaner than the usual clientele, a white streak in his dark hair and look of curiosity as he peers around. And for those who may be in the know, he stands out in more ways than one... But for the moment it doesn't seem he's interested in causing any trouble, shifting the guitar case he carries with him as he gives a puzzled look towards the stage and the dancers, and finally decides to drift on over to the bar.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale has been in her share of questionable places, honestly. Although to be fair, most weren't seedy across so many different categories at the same time. In other cities she might find herself on stage, even. She's about to have the customary chat with the bouncer when she nearly runs into the guy with the guitar case. Jen isn't entirely sure why she's even here, other than following a hunch. And it wouldn't be the first time that one of her hunches ended up going sideways. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she runs fingers through her long, blonde locks and gives Daniel a peculiar squint as he makes his way towards the bar. Only then does Jennifer flash her ID and make her way inside. Also heading towards the bar, she props an elbow next to Daniel.
Satana	You'd think that for one who was raised in a Victorian mansion that this place would not be a good fit. But the other upbringing around brimstone lakes, flaming pits of despair, and grotesque demons in many forms as far as the eye can see makes this place seem positively quaint to the eyes of Satana. Also, it's a good feeding ground. Those with sensitivity to souls will note that the souls here seem ... lacklustre. Mystically translucent if you will. Satana has, after all, finished her set and taken to the back with a 'lucky' audience member who will never be seen alive again. Even now the consumption of his soul echoes weakly through the aether; that last dying scream of a soul that realizes what wrongs it has done in life and where it is headed momentarily in death. Her cult quislings already at work disposing of the desiccated husk of her 'guest', Satana slips back into the Happy Hetairai, as yet undressed from her act, and given the (albeit appreciative) glances of the clientele and staff both it seems something she does routinely. Her eyes pass over her herd of prey animals ... ... and stop. Dead. On the two new arrivals. The ones that don't look like they belong. Warily she eyes them as she takes a circuitous route through the guests (let them have another thrill while Stella does her tired 'girl who can't say no' act) to approach the pair. "You two look lost," she says behind them. "A bit genteel for a place like the HH, no?" The voice, a warm, thrilling contralto ear candy to match the eye candy, has a ghost of amusement about it.
Daniel Chain	Daniel may not be sensitive to souls, per se, but his perceptiveness to forces makes him pause, making his head turn sharply towards the back and his eyes narrow as... *something* seems to have occured just now. But the taught jerking and dispersing of the 'threads' he perceives doesn't seem directly related to him, and so after a moment he lets it go. If nothing else, it tells him this might be the right place after all. Jennifer gets a pausing glance as he takes up the position at the bar next to him -- but after a moment Daniel simply offers a little smile and a nod. Turning his attention to what's on display behind it, trying to figure out if there's something there he actually should be drinking... He's saved from having to decide that however, when he's greeted. By a voice that makes him shiver, though not quite for the right reason. Still friendly though, as he turns to offering Satana a rueful smile. "I can't say," he replies truthfully. "I haven't *been* to a place like the... HH? before today. What exactly goes on here... ?" Some might think it's obvious, but the look that Daniel gives towards the stage and dancers is once again one of curiosity, rather than the usual purient interest one might expect to see.
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale's gaze is on the dancers and the various customers. Yes, she notices that something is a little... off... about some of the folks here. It would be easy to miss the redhead snaking her way around through the club, were she not to distracting. And were it not for the *presence* she exudes. Jennifer turns at the sound of the voice all the same, letting her gaze wander appreciatively over the curvy, naked Satana. She shifts on the bar stool, mostly to get a better view, wrinkles her nose, and smiles wryly. "I've danced in worse places, believe it or not." Jen quips back, doing a fair job of keeping eye contact. "I guess the... ambience... hides the brimstone smell, though. How's it going?"
Satana	Satana's face says it all, really, when she looks at Daniel. It's a cross between 'you've got to be shitting me' and 'really!?'. "The Happy Hetairai," she says, eyeing Daniel dubiously, "is a gentlemen's entertainment club." Her eyes flick to Jennifer to deliver an amused (and sultry) wink. "Or appropriately inclined ladies, naturally." Her attention falls on Daniel again. "In general the club delivers fantasy. The fantasy of attractive women disrobing in front of male clientele who are multiple orders of magnitude below her pay grade. The fantasy of said women seeking (but rarely delivering) sexual congress from those whom life has removed all hope for such congress." Satana shrugs elegantly. A whole-body shrug that seems designed to intentionally draw attention to her charms. (And her total lack of virtue.) "It's a living," she says, even as it's pretty clear she doesn't do this for a living. Her eyes then turn more full-on to Jennifer, taking her in top to bottom, and back up. The eyes do the same to Daniel. In both cases the eyes move with the languid, sensual wandering of a lover's tongue. "But this place is for people far below the pair of you in society's pecking order. What brings you to the place? I'm here to dance." Another wink at Jennifer. "As a volunteer. I do it for the fun." The bartender coughs apologetically to interrupt the conversation, holding out a bottle of tequila. Metaxa, to be precise. Satana grabs it, opening it as she says, "Thank you Bartholomew." The bartender mutters to himself, "Would it kill you to call me Bart!?" as Satana guzzles a mouthful.
Daniel Chain	Although the way Daniel just sort of nods along as Satana gives that explanation shows that he is not, in fact, shitting her as he seems to be taking it seriously, it's his turn to give a dubious look when that explanation concludes, once again casting a glance around the room. Maybe it's her use of the term "gentlemen" to describe the clientele, or maybe it's the use of the word "attractive" to describe the women who work here, when really it's probably the only two who are in the current company who would fit that bill, and only one of them actually works here. To be fair, more than one of the dancers would probably be quite attractive if it weren't for their manner and the odd pall that seems to be lingering in the air, the oddly wan feeling that Daniel hasn't taken the time yet to study in depth. Jennifer gets a look of some interest as she gives her quip -- not *quite* the interest a young man would give of a young woman, but clearly trying to picture her dancing in a place like this. Though he does give a pause and a sniff at the second part of the quip, apparently taking her literally. Would sulfur be an improvement over the odor of the place, or not? Satana's question gets the young man's full attention, and he offers her a friendly smile in return. Most would probably blush at being looked over the way Satana's looking at them -- but Daniel doesn't. That smile doesn't falter, but there's a slight shift of his body, a settling of his weight. Apparently interpreting that look to mean a different kind of interest... or a different kind of hunger. Wary now, but still he answers easily enough. "I'm looking for someone. Not a fantasy," he adds wryly. "A real person. Someone specific. I thought someone here might know where I could find them."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale looks from the naked succubus over to Daniel, then, lifting a blonde brow. At Satana's wink she fixes her gaze more firmly upon the redhead's face. She knows what this particular succubus does for a living. "Me? I'm here because I followed a hunch, Satana." She leaves the implications unsaid for the moment. When a sorceress gets a 'hunch', it's usually worth following. That's when Jennifer turns towards Daniel more directly. "I'm Jennifer Kale. Not sure if you're looking for me or not, but I might be able to help." She gestures towards the casually naked Satana, then. "And this is Satana. It's her place so she should do her own introductions."
Satana	Satana raises her hands in a mock defensive gesture. "Oh, let's not start on the wrong foot here! This isn't my place. I just dance here for entertainment." And food. That part isn't spoken, however. "I like to bring a little joy to mortal lives that lack any, understand." She takes another swig of her Metaxa while she sees how much of that slipped under the radar. "But it's nice to be a celebrity, apparently," she adds with a grin. "Most people don't know my name." The eyes swivel back to Daniel, only this time they pierce his, as if reaching through them into his soul. "I'm Satana Hellstrom. Socialite and dilettante." A laugh. "And part-time hobbyist stripper." And soul-sucking succubus and the daughter of Satan. But that part, too, is not being spoken aloud. It's just informing the almost cruel smile that's playing over her lips.
Daniel Chain	Satana? Daniel frowns in thought as Jennifer speaks the name that apparently most people don't know. To him, it *does* sound vaguely familiar -- something from the Skein's client list, perhaps? But then the named woman favors him with a very different look, and his eyes widen slightly beneath it. A glint of red briefly gleaming in one, and both women will feel a sudden tension in the air -- -- and Daniel takes a deep breath, and forces himself to release the energies he'd begun gathering, purely out of reflex. " ...sorry. You remind me of some of my old -- classmates." Another wry smile, and a bow of the head as introductions are made all around. "Daniel Chain. I don't know some of those words you used, Miss Hellstrom, but I'm probably not any of them." Making a slight gesture with the guitar case he's still holding by the handle, to emphasize just what he is. The other part who's been making introductions, gets an apologetic look. "I wasn't looking for you, Miss Kale, but if you *can* help me, I'd be grateful."
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale gestures to the bartender, then. "How about a longneck, Bart." Not Bartholomew. Bart. Gaze returning to Satana's... well, to Satana... she adds. "And your form of dancing for entertainment isn't 'free', Satana. Especially not for the mortals." She feels the energies gathering near Daniel, along with the tension, and Jen raises her left hand with a pecular gesture of warding. The pinkish glow is brief, fading just as Daniel relaxes. "Easy there, Hoss. We're all friends here. Sort of." she murmurs, blinking a few times. "And yeah, adding more syllables to a description doesn't make you any less sleazy, Satana."
Satana	"Sleazy!?" Satana says with mock outrage, eyes dancing with a mix of amusement and danger. "What is sleazy about doing what the Whoreson's Father upstairs built us to do?! I mean if the good lord didn't intend us to copulate, he'd have Barbie and Kenned us, right?" She falters a bit, before looking at Daniel questioningly. "You know what sex is, right? Or do I have to do the birds and bees lecture here?" She pauses, taking both of her conversational partners in. "What my esteemed colleague here is trying to get across, Daniel, is that I am a succubus. And this is about the point that you either look endearingly confused leading me to introduce you to the pleasures of flesh right here and now, or you widen your eyes, stare at me even more than you've already checked me out, and try to remember what it was about succubi that made them feared." Beat. "I'll wait to see which it is."
Daniel Chain	Daniel cocks his head at Satana's comment, which for a moment might give grounds that she might indeed have to explain the whole thing. Thankfully, however: "I do know what sex is, yes. But... 'birds and bees?' What a strange turn of phrase." Among the crowd he's most familiar with, those kinds of things tend to get associated more with lunch than sex.        He does however, give a little 'ah!' at the rest. "A succubus? That explains quite a bit," he murmurs, giving a look around the place with a different eye now. In some ways he must seem shockingly naive, but in other ways he seems quite informed. As to which of those two reactions she might get... ...it turns out to be neither. "I know exactly what makes succubi feared," he assures her, giving a smile that has more of a cool edge to it now, and a bit less friendliness. He's not immune to her wiles per se, but he's grown up with some *very* different standards towards physical attraction, and she's not hitting quite the right wavelenths to get his blood going. Not to mention that a little learning goes a long way, since as mentioned, he knows now precisely what he's dealing with -- and what the end result might be. "And I'll have to decline the other offer, sorry. No offense, but -- " He pauses though, sidetracked for a moment as he gives the shabby bar another look. " ...did you really mean 'right here, right now?' Hunh. But no -- no offense, but that's not what I'm here for. As I said, I'm looking for someone. And it looks like I've come to the right place after all." Glancing between both women now. "So.. let's talk?"
Jennifer Kale	Jennifer Kale laughs at the 'birds and bees' reference, accepting the bottle from Bart with a nod and a grin. She takes a slow swig, watching the other two for a moment before she chimes in. "She probably DID mean right here and now. Succubi aren't known for being shy." For Jen's part, she knew both who and what Satana was when the demoness first spoke. She'll enjoy the view, from a distance. "So I think we've just decided that neither one of us is going to be part of the buffet tonight, Satana. Sorry." Leaning an elbow on the bar, Jen faces Daniel more directly. "Yeah, let's talk. Tell me... us... who it is that you're looking for."
Satana	"The two of you are acting childish," Satana says peevishly. "I'm not hungry right now, so there's no risk, unless you piss me off, of me chowing down on your bland souls!" This guzzle from her bottle seems angry. "I'm here to punish sin. I eat souls, yes, but it's the taste of sin that ties my nethers into knots. A good murder. Philandry. Child abuse. Those things get me revved up and drinking." She gestures to the crowd as she talks. "Which is why this is my perfect place to dance, isn't it?" Another angry guzzle. "The two of you are stale white bread compared to the smorgasbord here. You're literally the last people I'd eat and even then I'd be choking you down!" Visibly settling herself down by force, she finally adds, "But yes, let's talk. I'm intrigued at who you'd look for in a den of iniquity like this." Satana leans in to Daniel, brushing against him as she smells deeply of his scent. "Especially since, to my disappointment, it wasn't me."