The succubus club stood out quite a bit from the few other stripclubs in the city, and not just because the food was halfway decent. No it's particular attraction was right there in the title, demon girls. Or more accurately girls dressing up as demons, using a collection of occult looking lingerie and apparel, accessories like horns and tails, the occasional full body paint and various iconography in the shape of pentagrams and upside down crosses, blissfully unaware that the latter is a catholic symbol.

The place was decently popular for a while, it attracted a number of fetishists, and even had pull with those not fully into the satanic aspect. It wasn't officially a brothel, but it wasn't hard for anyone to figure out that the more expensive of the private dances allowed you to get a little hands on with the particular performer.

It was a few weeks after opening that a little rumor started to spread around, there was a girl there who was the real deal. It sounded like a strange marketing ploy at first, some silly story to get a few more stupid people to visit. But more and more stories started to crop up, a real demon, hiding in plain sight, aggressively submissive. Stories of her taking people into the back without the need for payment, just those that were strong enough, confident enough, dominant enough, to catch her interest. And at a certain point your curiosity rose as well, one visit couldn't hurt right?

First impressions of the club were sadly underwhelming, the club was relatively small - containing only three tiny podiums - it was cramped, and the music was just a bit too loud. It was pretty obvious that if it wasn't for the illegal brothel aspects, this place wouldn't amount to all that much. There had been a bit of a line before you could've entered, but a little money in the right hands allowed you to skip past all of that.

Once inside the music and warmth of the crowd was just a little overwhelming for the average person. Of the three stages only two were currently occupied. A variety of other girls mingled as well, either joining guests in booths or simply walking around, making attempts at seduction. They were easy to spot, the majority of them having their body painted in a vibrant color, reds, purples and even blue hues visible. Most of them also sported tails or horns, though a close inspection would reveal them to be clearly fake.

Boredom, that's what filled me as I looked around the bustling club. Friday nights were always the busiest, nearly every girl that worked was walking the floor. But even with the large influx of clients not even a single interesting person had come by this night. While paying half attention to the guy in my booth blabbering on about his job I glanced around, maybe I'd just snag one of the girls with me when their hours were over. I eyed one on the stage, glancing over the soft purple body paint and prop horns perking out from under her hair, or another walking around the various booths, with fake elongated nails that she teased the occasional client with.

With a sigh I jumped up from my seat, much to the dismay of the man sitting next to me, but it wasn't a far step to completely ignore him now. While slowly walking to the bar in the side area I made sure to fix up my own outfit a little bit. I'd decided to wear something simple, long black leather boots reaching up till my thighs, where they met a thin skirt of the same fabric. The only thing wrapped around my chest was a spiky black top, only covering the essentials. My form was fairly modest, my chest averagely sized compared to the girls here, same with my other assets. Though the soft red skin was flawless, without a single speck or dent. Two thin six inch horns protrude from my head, a gentle dark red colour, and a thin tail with a single sided hook on the end fell under my skirt. I kept it mostly still as I walked around, though with the occasional onlooker I gave it just a tiny twitch.

Welcome dear reader! Thank you for making it to the bottom of this post. To put it short, in this rp I'm looking to play a demon hiding in plain sight in a strip club. I want the character to be aggressively, enthusiastically submissive, to the point where if she'd been a normal human it'd be seen as self destructive. She'll be bisexual, so if you'd like to include male characters that would be fine, though I do prefer your main character being female.

I'm into a lot of things to do with bdsm, bondage, collars, impact and humiliation being a few big ones, but I have more kinks I can share in private. If I've caught your interest, send me a message (not chat.) I'd love to hear your thoughts, ideas, kinks, insults, degrading words and orders~