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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Calinon" data-source="post: 1391731" data-attributes="member: 13737">The G SpotCarl raises an eyebrow.  "Uh, ok," he says as she wanders off.  He shakes his head and heads into the parkade. The door man, a middle aged man of oriental heritage seems somewhat unphased by the approach.  Professionally, he puts you to arms length and looks you up and down.  The two bouncers, huge muscled, clean shaven men, one caucasian and one african-american, leer.  You notice the door man has a tatoo of a rose on the back of his hand. "Wait here," he orders, and he goes into the club.  He returns a few minutes later. "Alright.  He's up on the second level.  Go on in, head up the stairs to the right," he says, and the bouncers let you past and in. The club is like nothing you've ever seen.  Everything is brighter, flashier and louder than anything you've seen on TV.  The music makes it nearly impossible to hear, the lights dazzle you and there are probably two hundred men inside.  There's a central dancing stage, though you are pretty sure that what they are doing doesn't actually qualify as dancing.  Women in various stages of undress deliver drinks, are giving private dances and are on stage.   You can't find the stairs. You are soon disoriented as people bump into you.  You gather more stares and leers from men nearby.  Someone touches you in an overly familiar way, and you can't tell who.  It happens repeatedly as you try to find the stairs. Finally, you spot the stairs, quite a ways from where you are.  Panic is setting in as you pass through the crowd and men paw and grope quite openly at you.  Two bouncers, average sized oriental men, bar your path up the stairs.  You are looking rather disheveled upon reaching them.  Both look you up and down, then look at each other.  When they turn back to you, you notice some serious doubt on their faces. "You, are a stripper?" one asks. "You are out of your element here, woman," the other says. Neither seem inclined to let you up the stairs. Crystal Palace Penthouse"Pathetic?  Manipulated!  Psychopath!?" Mia Toan screams, slapping you hard enough make your ears ring.  In anger, she pulls a chain nearby and it stretches your arms out until you hear a pop.  "When I'm through, you'll beg me to kill you," she hisses at you.  "Did that hurt?" Oddly enough, it didn't. The door bursts open and Murphy steps in.  "One of 'em is here, down in the G-Spot.  The tall brazilian one, Sho says." "Wonderful.  Tell Sho to handle her, and to get a blood sample.  And suit up; the rest will arrive soon."  Murphy leaves and closes the door. "Did you hear that?  They are already here for you.  A bit more loyal than you expected?  Maybe you do have some friends."  She sighs and pulls out her sword.  "That means our time will have to be cut short."  She leaps up onto the table, straddling you, and slices down with her sword.  You feel the blades edge draw across your skin after cutting through your shirt.  She reaches down and rips the remnants of your shirt off.  Looking down, you can see a welt from neck to waist down the center of your torso, but she never broke the flesh. "Gawd I'm good," she says, hopping down.  She walks down to the head of the table and punches you in the side of the face, snapping your head to the side.  "And I'm nobody's pawn!" she shrieks suddenly at you.  "You EPIC brats interfering may cost me my ransom for Raynes, but I'll make it up with blood samples.  Control me?  Hah!  Now lets play." She puts her fingers on your temples and you start to feel strange. The 'pop' you heard was not your bones, but part of the restraints giving way.  Your right arm is a bit loose, and you can feel that when you tug on it, you also pull on your left arm.  Looking to your right, you see one of the links of chain very slightly seperated on the bottom.</blockquote>

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