Context: You pay your bills by living in sin, the same as everyone else at the club. The thrill of dancing, of seeing so many hungry eyes on you from people that can never hope to tame you, helps make the days a bit more fun. Tonight, the guests are going to be of a particular kind. The criminal kind. You aren't worried, though. You've handled criminals from thieves to mafia dons. Who, or, what could possibly get the edge on you?

Setting: An unnamed gentleman's club

Tags:[AMM4A][Strangers to Lovers?][Supernatural Crime Lord Speaker][Addtl. Speakers][Supernatural Exotic Dancer Listener][Crimelord x Exotic Dancer][Lore Drops][VERY Spicy][Flirting][Mafia][Telepathy][Normal]to[Supernatural][Soul Bound][CW: Stripping/Spicy Themes/Enslavement]

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[C]/Italics = The mysterious crime lord

[A] = The announcer/DJ

[W] = William Sterling. Wants to have a bad time

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[Scene opens in a gentleman’s club]

[SFX: Club music]

[You’re on stage again, like every night, dancing. Teasing. Distracting. The crowd is a little more reserved tonight, but you know that’s only because of the clientele]

[A] “And give it up for our top-rated dancer!”

[SFX: Some catcalling/applause]

[A man catches your eye. Dark, handsome in a pointed, dangerous way. His eyes are on you and yours, on him]

[The music starts. You go to work]

Slow. Steady. Tease them

[SFX: Whistles, chatter]

They’re already so desperate to see all your secrets, but you have to be patient too, don’t you?

[SFX: Some appreciative gasps/cloth dropping]

A little dip

[Pause]

A single shudder

[Pause]

Those lips, pursed, coy. Leg up, on the pole, spinning, putting such thoughts into these dangerous, scary mobsters and their cronies. Oh, you want the finale so badly, don’t you?

[Pause]

Such powerful men and women, reduced to nothing with a little kiss… a wink of one eye…

[SFX: More appreciative murmurs and cloth falling]

So much money for such a small, sinful delight. Dancing, playing… do you see what you like?

[SFX: Applause]

[You meet the gaze of the strange man once more, devious and playful. His eyes twinkle in response as he takes what is easily fifty grand and, with no hesitation, tucks it into hand]

If you’re feeling brave…

[SFX: More applause]

[You finish your dance with a flourish and the crowd cheers for you, a bit drunkenly. The man smiles again and you see him stand and meander over to the bar]

[A] “Our Siren, everyone! Don’t worry, folks, they’ll be back on stage in just under an hour! In the meantime, please feel free to enjoy our premium red wine…”

[You head backstage and redress before heading back toward the bar]

[SFX: Footsteps, the Listener changing, and then returning]

[C] “Well, you came back rather quickly. Craving some water, darling? It looked rather hot up there.”

[The man from before winks at you, swirling a dark drink gently]

[Pause?]

[C] “Did I enjoy the show? Yes, I daresay I did, which is saying something. Lots of mobsters and crime lords here tonight… Great networking opportunity for some, I suppose, but I’m here for pleasure, not business. Well… maybe a bit of both, hmhm.”

[Pause~?]

[The man smiles mysteriously]

[C] “What am I up to? Same as you, my dear. Cruising this little party in search of some hot-blooded, hardheaded beauty to be at my side. The others are out there, chatting up the other mobsters and their drooling lackeys… Hehe, see that one in the white suit? Mmhm, that, right there, is Donovan Greywater. Very good looking, almost infinitely rich, and very, very, VERY dangerous…”

[Pause]

[He chuckles]

[C] “Not looking for that kind of drama, hm? That’s fine. He seems rather taken by the poor thing he just spilled red wine all over. Ooh, and it’s a white outfit, too, oof. Poor baby. Oh, no, that’s your DJ, isn’t it? Damn.”

[Pause?]

[C] “Hmm? Which criminal family do I belong to? Well… Which do you think?”

[You study him for a moment]

[Pause]

[C] “None of them! Ooh, do tell, do tell…”

[Pause]

[He nods, not seeming alarmed at all]

[C] “True, true. I don’t have the heterochromia of the Agosti family, the albinism of the Silvestris, I’m not in white nor do I have a gold crest on my suit, so I certainly can’t be in with Donnie. And, well, I’m not a werewolf… and Fane can hardly tolerate anyone else, so not the Sangrados… Maybe I’m Yakuza?”

[Pause]

[Again, he chuckles]

[C] “No visible tattoos… You’re smart as a whip, you know that? So… Are you going to rat me out? Maybe get the big, burly Oni boys at the door to give me the boot?”

[Pause]

[C] “Hehe, yeah. No, I know Ichiro and Kaito. They’re good boys and I think they’re trying to earn enough money for an anniversary gift for their parents. Isn’t that cute? I tried to offer to pay but, oh, that pride. Lots and lots of ego, getting in the way of fun.”

[Pause?]

[C] “So, again, why am I here… Well, just like the crows you fed outside, I quite enjoy looking for gleaming, shiny gems among all the waste. Quite kind of you to feed the crows, by the way. They had very good things to say, but, yes. I am looking for a gem. Harder to find these days isn’t it…”

[He fixes you with his stare]

[C] “...Songbird?”

[Pause!]

[SFX: The Speaker gently grasping the Listener’s arm]

[C] “Ah, ah… I wouldn’t make a scene… Look, toward the entrance… See that man with curly, strawberry-blonde hair? Looks like he has more empty space than brain in his skull?”

[...?]

[C] “Well… That, my dear, is William Sterling, one of the best paranormal investigators across several dimensions. Relentless, that man is! And, well, after the numerous incidents with that mage chasing another of your kind, someone decided that creatures like you need to be sent away…”

[His whisper grows pointed, almost flirting]

[Pause]

[C] “The problem with most of these mobsters is that, on the surface, they think they’re in control of the paranormal. That they’re the ‘underworld’ when that’s more of my domain. But, from how you’re beginning to sweat and shake, I’m sure you can feel Sterling’s presence starting to weaken you, this weak, little form you’ve taken… You have less than a minute before you’ll be forced to look like your true nature.”

[...]

[SFX: The Listener’s heartbeat quickening]

[C] “...I can save you, Songbird. All you have to do is give yourself… to me.”

[...?!]

[C] “I told you… I know what I like. I know what I want and, quite frankly, that’s you… It’s unfortunate Sterling had to interrupt us, but the night was bound to end with you being mine, regardless. You were thinking to yourself on stage, weren’t you? Loving how in control you were, and how clear your own intentions came across! If you’d listened twice to yourself… you’d have realized those thoughts were my voice, darling. I was in control. All… along.”

[...]

[C] “If you want to test your luck with him, then I won’t stop you… But I don’t think you do. Creatures like us understand each other better… Don’t we, darling?”

[....]

[SFX: The Listener’s heartbeat quickening further]

[C] “His eyes are drifting this way…”

[SFX: Faster]

[C] “Ooh, I think he’s recognized me… Think I should say hello? It’s been a thousand years since I last saw the poor man, hmhm.”

[SFX: Faster. Too fast]

[Pause!]

[The strange man smiles, takes your hand, and kisses it]

[C] “There we are… One kiss to the back of my prize’s hand and, now… you have the mark of the crow. Hm. And you always will. Now… we should take our leave, I think.”

[SFX: A bit of a commotion and people shouting in annoyance]

[W] “Hey! Stop right there!”

[SFX: More shouting and an entourage of crows manifesting]

[C] “Sorry, William, can’t hear you over my demonic entourage or the sweet, delicious mewls of my prize. Catch you next century, ta~”.

[Before William can take another step, you and your new owner are encased in a swarm of crows]

[C] “Ah, we are homeward bound, my dear! On to your new life, enslaved to the Prince of Crows? Aren’t you excited?”

[You might have said something before you passed out, you aren’t sure. You are sure you passed out, however]

[To be continued?]

Note: Yes, Baby was the DJ at a strip club and not a stripper. Also, if you’re trying to picture every other mobster in this weird universe of mine’s reaction to this man, it’s basically this meme.