[center] [img]http://i.imgur.com/mq3ylMP.jpg[/img] [/center] Despite having grown up amongst ripe green trees and enchanted flora, Nyxvira Bloodbloom felt much more at home amidst the grit and grime of Santa Somabra’s sprawling stone streets and blocky apartment complexes. Glass and plastic and metal were the building blocks of her urban grove, awash with decadence and sin. No place captivated this dreary transformation better than Lucille’s Saloon. The stench of booze and sex were ripe in the air, wafting up into the nostrils of anyone who wandered through the club’s swinging wooden doors. It was watched over by a small army of square-jawed ex-cons and beefy henchmen, ensuring that none of the horney patrons got within three feet of the dancers and waitresses, without paying first, Lucille’s name might have been on the sign, but all the cash which flowed through here ended up in Nyxie’s pocket; a testament to the Queenpin’s complete and utter authority. Nyxvira sat in a booth on the top floor, above the thumping music and grinding dancers, chewing away at a plate of sauce-slathered ribs. Her phone buzzed. [center] [color=39b54a][i] How’s my bootylicious Faerie, today? xoxox [/i] [/color] Nyxie grinned to herself, her fat fingers dancing over the keypad as she typed her response. [color=ed1c24][i] hoooold on, Since when was I yours? :P ;) xoxox [/i] [/color] [b] Buzz [/b] [color=39b54a][i] Oh come oooooon, don’t play hard to get with me grrrrl! :O ;) xoxox [/i] [/color] [color=ed1c24] [i] I’m sorry sweetie. My butt is yours, and yours alone :P ;) xoxox [/i] [/color] [b] Buzz [/b] [color=39b54a] [i] Wait, does that mean your boobs belong to someone else?! :P Cuz I’m pretty fond of those! ;) xoxox [/i] [/color] [color=ed1c24][i] Ehrmagerd, yer like so ungrateful! Youz gone take my butt and be happy about it ! -_- ;) xoxox [/i] [/color] [b] Buzz [/b] [color=39b54a] [i] Honey, I’m always happy about taking your butt :P ;) xoxox [/i] [/color] [color=ed1c24][i] You’re such a man O.o ;) xoxoxo [/i] [/color] [b] Buzz [/b] [color=39b54a][i] But the bus stop is coooold and I need your big squishy booty to warm me up :( xoxoxo [/i] [/color] [color=ed1c24][i] Urgh, fine! I’ll send a car down. Gawd, you’re such a little princess XD ;) xoxoxxo [/i] [/color] [b] Buzz [/b] [color=39b54a][i] Thaaaank you your grace :D :P ;) <3 xoxoxox [/i] [/color] [/center] Sighing lightly, with a warm smile playing at the corner of her mouth, Nyxie pressed the number 3 key, speed dialing Grezbill’s number. “Yo, greenskin!” She barked once he’d picked up “Have a limo swing by and pick up Mister Sharakov.” “At once, madam.” the goblin snivelled. She hung up. Grezbill would be able to find Sharakov no problem. There was a tracker on his phone, after all. Nyxvira smiled as thoughts of her latest squeeze danced through her head, but there was a pang of sadness in her heart. She could never stay with one lover for too long, or else the risk of one of the up-and-coming mob bosses using them against her became too real a threat. Her relationships were kept strictly on the down low, but she could only keep them hidden for so long. By the end of the fortnight, she’d have to ditch Sharakov, like all the others before him. Her life was a lonely one, but it taught her to appreciate what she had, whilst she had it. Besides, she wasn’t about to give up her empire just to be with some man. No matter how good he was with his tongue. Nyxie polished off her ribs, the taste of sticky marinated sauce sweet in her mouth, just as a fight broke out downstairs. One of the spectators, a muscular bloke in a red jacket, with a mouthful of Jack Daniels, had leapt up on to the stage, and was grabbing away at a scrawny little waif of a girl, touching her where he had no business touching. A bouncer swept through the stinking, sweaty rabble of customers, yanking red jacket down off of the catwalk, and slamming him into a nearby table. Red jacket crashed straight through it, knocking glasses to the floor, as the bouncer proceeded to smash his face in. “Go back to your drinks!” The bouncer commanded in a gruff voice, his fists dripping with dark blood and broken teeth. The music picked back up again, whilst two men tossed the now unconscious red jacket out the front door, and it was as though nothing had happened. Nyxvira let out a long, drawn out sigh, her enormous stomach, hard from her meal, rising and falling as she laid back in her booth, propping herself up against its smooth leather. [b]“Miss Bloodbloom.” [/b] Marius, Nyxvira’s personal Ogre bodyguard, emerged from the shadows, his ginormous body squeezed into a crisp black suit. His form was a mish-mash of scars and burns, crumpling and creasing his already leathery grey skin. The flesh around his mouth was bruised and battered, with stumpy yellow teeth sticking out of his tar black gums. His powerful forearms jutted out from beneath his sleeves, and a mess of poorly-combed yellow hair sprung up from his head. Marius was slow to embrace new ideas, and hadn't taken to calling Nyxvira “madam” yet. When it came to her favorite Ogre, the queenpin was considerably more lenient. “Good evening, Mary.” She greeted him with a smile teasing at her full lips. [b]“The Car is ready and waiting, whenever it's convenient for you to depart.”[/b] His voice was coarse and gruff, like there was sandpaper grating away at the back of his throat. Nyxvira began the laborious task of sliding out of the booth, made difficult by her vast obeseness , before standing up with a loud popping of knee joints. “Let’s get this show on the road.”