For relance

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Hades had been sent back to where he'd come from over a century before. The fae had continued on as they always did, and Bo had never stopped being the champion she was, helping people, stopping evil, that sort of thing. However, she'd suffered losses. While she still had Dyson, Vex, Mark and her half-sister Dagny, Lauren and Kenzi had both since died. They'd been very difficult losses to take, but ones that she'd known would come sooner or later.

She'd moved on, though she sometimes still felt the losses. And she still missed Tamsin, which tended to be a more potent pain considering Dagny was her daughter. At any rate, she was a succubus, and she had been living as one since she'd lost Lauren. She was still friends-with-benefits with Dyson, sometimes it being more than that, but they were currently in one of their FWB stages.

After finishing a particularly headache-inducing job, Bo had gone home to change for a night out. She decided going to Vex's club would be the best outlet. And maybe she'd find someone to spend the night with. Or multiple someones. She definitely wasn't against threesomes. Her succubus engine was getting revved up, and she was needing an outlet for it. She'd pulled on a black dress that not only showed off her cleavage, but showed a ton of skin, then she did her hair and make-up, giving herself a bit of a gothic edge. Heavy on the eye liner, mascara and eye shadow as usual. The dress was paired with a sexy pair of high heeled boots.

When she got to the club, she paused just inside the door, taking a breath as she sexual energy pulsed around her much like the music pulsed in her chest. She was definitely ready to get her game on, and she made her first stop at the bar where she got a strong mixed drink that was electric blue in color, oddly enough the same color her eyes turned to when she was using her powers. She took a sip, then moved to glance over the dance floor. She was first seeing if anyone caught her eye, and if not she'd just jump into a place on the dance floor and let her body do the talking.

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[relance]

Julia was more than a little fond of the atmosphere inside of the club. The music made her pulse shake, practically calling to the wolf within her to come and dance in a a paux de dou. It was an enticing offer, and one that she had taken up several times since she had come into town. The Fae community here had only gotten bigger in recent years, thanks to the Succubus who had started the whole trend of neutral fae being a thing. Jules had come from a dark family, but in the end she had chosen to be unaligned as well, because at least it meant there'd be no Ash or Morrigan telling her what to do all the time.

Yes, no matter how long Julia Bellamy had been alive, she was always a brat and was always going to be one. Maybe it was just something in her DNA that she'd come by honestly, or maybe it was the way that her father had lived his life, but in the end, Julia didn't much want to be involved in anything but her art and fucking the people whom she decided were perfect for her in one way or another. Perfect for her in one way or another had a certain reasoning behind it as well: there needed to be something about them that was beautiful in one way or another in her painter's eye.

Despite how she told herself that she wasn't meant to be on the prowl, as it were, but sometimes Jules simply couldn't help it. She especially couldn't help it here with the music and the lights and the way her heels stabbed against the floor like weapons. Dressing less gothy than she otherwise might, Jules had chosen to go expensive, all black lace and heel and skin. Her hair was down, but her eyes were just as heavily lined as Bo's happened to be as she moved them across the dance floor, her hands in the air as her hips gyrated in an invitation.