Xzotic

[Rima Faheed]

It's only late afternoon, so the club isn't filled all that much. Still there's a couple of people gathered around the stage, watching the mutant girl on stage. And the fact that she's a mutant is beyond obvious from the bony spikes protruding from her back and various other physical mutations, the most obvious one being the translucent wings that are spanning from her elbows that seem to be purely cosmetic. Which is supported by the fact that she's using them to not-really hide her 'assets' behind them in her dancing.

[Bobby Bowen]

A certain metallic humanoid enters the club, ordering a beer and sitting down to enjoy the show.

[Victoria Valentine]

Oh, bloody hell, Victoria thought, sinking a little farther into her seat in the back.

[Rima Faheed]

Rima continues her dance, the 'decorative' wings seeming to slowly shrink over time as she twists and dances around the pole, at times doing fluid moves that by all means should be impossible with normal joints.

[Bobby Bowen]

Bobby saw Victoria in his periphery, but he didn't seem to react to her. Except for a tense ripple across his skin.

Oh, Bloody hell.

[Victoria Valentine]

Screw it. Not letting the mood get ruined. Victoria sat up, forcing a smile as she focused back on the new girl who was performing. Performing rather well, actually...

[Bobby Bowen]

Bobby likewise turned his attention to the stage, taking a sip of his beer, impressed with the performer.

[Rima Faheed]

Unaware of the tension between the two Rima just keeps on going through her dance routine until the wings (and with them most of what remained of her modesty) are gone. She still has some strategic scales covering the bare minimum but technically she's naked when she finishes her dance and slips off the stage. On her way to the bar said scaly plates slowly grow and spread out to form a bit more of a makeshift outfit.

[Bobby Bowen]

As Rina's dance ends, Bobby claps very appreciatively. enjoying the performance.

[Victoria Valentine]

As Victoria finished her drink (a lemonade. Honestly, no caffeine, no alcohol, she'd probably kill herself before nine months had passed...), she stood up, making her way over to the bar. "Lovely performance," she commented, giving the dancer a smile as she waited for her refill.

[Bobby Bowen]

Bobby was about to head to the bar as well, but Victoria's advance quickly dashed that idea.

[Rima Faheed]

"Thank you." she smiles, somewhat professionally, as she nods at the bartender and waits for her water.

[Victoria Valentine]

Victoria smiled, then took her drink from the bartender. "Are you done for the night, or are you doing private dances tonight?" she asked politely, before taking a sip.

[Rima Faheed]

"I was gonna get changed, but I might."

[Victoria Valentine]

"Well, I was going to buy a dance for someone, but I don't want to be pushy," Victoria said, very honestly. "So it's up to you. I can buy him a dance, or I can buy you a drink. Or one now, one later I suppose, but still totally up to you."

[Bobby Bowen]

Bobby turned back to the stage, waiting for the next dancer to begin.

[Rima Faheed]

"Well if you put it like that..." she chuckles. "Who are we talking about?"

[Victoria Valentine]

"Over to the right of the stage... guy with the golden skin. Can you see him from here?" Victoria asked, not turning around herself.

[Rima Faheed]

"The metal guy? Yeah." she says, leaning back a bit to take a look at Bobby.

[Victoria Valentine]

"Doesn't feel like metal, trust me," Victoria said with a smirk. "What do you think? Would you mind?"

[Rima Faheed]

"Not at all. Want him to know who paid for it?"

[Victoria Valentine]

"I'm sure he can figure it out, but if he asks, that's fine. He can think of it as a peace offering, I suppose."

[Rima Faheed]

Rima quirks an eyebrow but doesn't ask. "Your call."

And with that she makes her way over to Bobby. Walking past him in his back she runs a ringer from one shoulder to the other. "Hey there, tall shiny and handsome. Seems like today's your lucky day." she goes with a sultry voice, smiling.

[Bobby Bowen]

Bobby turned, looking up.

"Oh?" he asked.

[Rima Faheed]

"The lovely pale Lady over there offered to pay for a little dance for you." she smiles, putting her hands on Bobby's shoulders and leaning forward.

[Bobby Bowen]

"Did she now?"

Bobby looked over to Victoria, cocking an eyebrow.

[Victoria Valentine]

Victoria, however, was facing the bar still, so all Bobby got was a rather flattering view of her backside.

[Bobby Bowen]

Bobby smirked, turning back.

"What's your name?" He asked.

[Rima Faheed]

"Just call me Velvet, sweetie."

[Bobby Bowen]

"Velvet, hmm? Pleased to meet you, Velvet."

[Rima Faheed]

"So... is there anything out of the ordinary you'd like to see?" she purrs, almost but bnot quite sitting down in Bobby's lap.

[Bobby Bowen]

Bobby leaned back, relaxed and intrigued.

"I like the wings," he said, smiling and looking at the retreated, small remaining nubs.

"you worked them really well."

[Rima Faheed]

"Why thank you." she smiles, running her hands down Bobby's arms as she stands up, her wings slowly regrowing while some of the clothes-imitating plating recedes back into her skin, leaving more of it exposed again.

[Bobby Bowen]

"Veeeeery nice.."

Bobby let the obviously very talented Velvet do her thing, as he settled back into his chair.

He seemed to form fit into the support, giving her plenty of room to do her thing.

[Rima Faheed]

"You're not retreating, are you?" she purrs, 'following' him with her dancing, making sure to use the room Bobby leaves her to the last inch.

[Bobby Bowen]

"Just enjoying the show, babe."

Bobby smirked, marveling the variety of [physical features 'Velvet' was displaying in her lapdance,