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	Business the night before the Conclave meeting was booming. Patrons from all walks of life were lined up along the walls, standing room only, by the time the clock struck eleven. It was truly a sight to behold, one that made the hairs on the back of Tlazolteotl's neck stand up in excitement. She could practically smell the bills as they fell to the fiberglass platform her girls danced on. Hear the snapping of their G strings back in place, securing their tips to their bodies. It was a shame that her favorite male god wasn't present, he would have brought in even [i]more[/i] clientele. Tlazolteotl just sighed, [sub][color=#00CC99][i]'What a shame...'[/i][/color][/sub] Though, to say that the Goddess of Lust was without entertainment of her own wouldn't be entirely true, especially as she eyed the long haired dock worker that just strolled into her club. All muscle and flowing dark locks. It would be a shame to [i]not[/i] enjoy his physique on a more, personal level. Not like it hadn't happened before... something for later then.

As the hours dragged on she was pleased to find that the Jaguar hadn't lost it's capacity. The girls pulling their clients to the back as the rooms freed up. There were the few instances where she had to go and forcibly remove patrons from the rooms, a word of warning passing her lips, eyes almost aglow under the saturated lights. A sight for sure seeing as they would agree to just about anything under the current circumstances. With a final warning and nod to her employees she was back to pacing the floor. Dodging and weaving between tables, making small talk with the customers, VIP clients and girls alike. No one was too insignificant for the Goddess to turn and aid. What kind of higher being would she be if she were to abandon her devoted [s]followers[/s] patrons in their time of sinful need?

Though the club was meant for eyes to be trained on the spread of supple flesh on display prancing around in their uniforms, or up on the stage, dancing in practiced choreographed steps to their song of choice, it wasn't like eyes didn't wander across the ebony skin of the beautiful bartender in the back. Tlazolteotl would be lying if she said that her own eyes didn't wander back towards her friend every now and again in throughout the woman's shifts. So it isn't uncommon for those same wayfaring gazes to hone in on the owner of the establishment from time to time as well. Tlazolteotl thrived under the scrutiny she gained from her patrons under those low lights. The way her body swayed as she moved, all muscle and tone, curves in all the right places, as if she were a jaguar cursed to walk among mortals. She couldn't contain the grin plastered on her face as she thought about it more, [sub][color=#00CC99][i]'How close to the truth they would be...'[/i][/color][/sub]

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	The progression of the night ended at closing with Tlazolteotl pulling the god of storms into one of the [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/96/20/d3/9620d3e0b2b893b9e64480f85565cdb1.jpg]private booths[/url] off of the main room, foregoing the tug of the curtain down in place to obscure them. It's not like they were going to need it. Aching body twist and turned beneath the loose sheet that was haphazardly thrown over the frames taking up the leather couch in the Red Room. There was a comfortable weight resting across her bare midsection, a type of warmth that provided a sense of comfort, regardless of the thin and flimsy linen bunched around their waists. In the midst of her groggy, in between state of restlessness, she could almost smell [i]him[/i], the scent of fresh rain in autumn, the kind with a crisp kinda chill to it, the smell of a warm blanket straight from the dryer, a hint of bite from an old, shelved bottle of liquor. It all came crashing down around her as she turned in his grasp to see the long dark tresses of the storm god and not the wisping rays of sun made flesh.

With a groan and a smack to her face, the filth goddess quickly got up from the makeshift bed, spitting Nahuatl curses in whispered breaths before walking bare as day she was borne into this mortal body of hers pulling her [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2d/ae/8e/2dae8e2f952b18ed467f44ceb1715fc2.jpg]clothes from the night before[/url] off the floor and back onto her body. Checking her watch, after securing it to her wrist, she took note that there wasn't enough time to get a proper shower and change of clothes before the conclave was to start. [color=#00CC99]"Ugh, this'll have to do..."[/color] and without another word she pushed past the draped velvet curtains and made a straight shot for the bar.

Not even ten minutes later and she was brandishing a quick cup of coffee, heavy on the whiskey and cream, and starting on her way back to the red room and kick Raijin awake if she needed to. They were going to be late if they were to fuck around any longer. Not that it wasn't appealing, but there was a certain someone she was looking forward to seeing a little more than pleasing her current suitor. Her gait increased at the sound of something, or rather some[i]one[/i], hitting the ground with a clatter. 

When she rounded the corner she was graced with the ass end of a very, very naked man and she could do nothing but lean against the frame, mugs in hand as her eyes scanned the sculptured body she had the pleasure of sampling the night before. His muscles flexed, satin bedding scattered beneath him, as he pulled himself up off the ground rubbing his face, a grin - or what could count as one - plastered on his face as he uttered an endearing nickname her way, reaching out to take one of the mugs off of her. [color=#00CC99]"Hey yourself. C'mon, get dressed. We'll head to the university together."[/color]  With that she left him to his drink and to dress as she went to the backroom and touched up her makeup. No sense in looking completely sexed up while walking into the conclave. She had to laugh at herself in the mirror, [sub][color=#00CC99]'Not like they won't know.'[/color][/sub]

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	Arriving to the conclave in time was something of a miracle, what with the incessant teasing going on between the two of them along the way there. However, as disheveled as they were, her more-so than him it seemed, and the stench of liqour and sex clinging to the fibers of their person, they walked through the doors of the room rented out specifically to house the gods for this dog and pony show. It was all just a way to throw blame onto one another in the event that something horrendous took place, of gods forbid they take the credit of something great. [sub][color=#00CC99]'We'd never hear the end of it,'[/color][/sub] she was thrown back to a time when the Greeks took credit for all things, positive and negative. This was likely to be the same situation. 

And just as she predicted, as soon as the two of them walked through those doors, one right after the other, they were under the gaze of a few, scrutinizing them - for the better part of knowing their dalliances or not, Tlazolteotl couldn't care less. She was not one to shy away from the spotlight. However, it was one god's thoughts and input she craved the most. If nothing else than to get him riled up and a tad bit jealous. A long shot, yes, but worth a shot regardless. As she walked through the room she took note that she was seated next to her late night confidante. Subtly be damned as she sent Hathor a thumbs up, which she's almost positive resulted in an eye roll from the goddess; Tlazolteotl was sure to get an earful in the near future. For now, she was content in glancing back over towards the Herald of the gods, [i][s]desperately[/s][/i] hoping that she had at least made [i]some[/i] sort of impression on him. The same way he did all those years ago...

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