09-30-2023, 10:07 PM
As Jaxen entered the establishment, his eyes immediately gravitated towards the artwork adorning the walls. The vibrant, avant-garde pieces hinted at the promise of an intriguing evening ahead. It was clear that this place exuded an aura of eccentricity and danger, just the kind of atmosphere Jaxen relished. Thoughts meandered through his mind, painting vivid scenarios of hotly contested female battles in a jello-filled ring. The idea was tantalizing, especially if it meant getting an up-close and personal view.
With a confident swagger, he made his way to the bar, his gaze scanning the impressive array of bottles on display. His fingers danced over the options before finally settling on his favorite. With a grin, he ordered it over ice with an abundance of lime. Raising his glass to Mikhail in a gesture of camaraderie, they clinked their glasses together, the ice cubes chiming merrily.
Savoring the smooth vodka as it caressed his refined palate, Jaxen couldn't help but steal glances at Mikhail. The man was a revelation in more ways than one. Notably, he had a penchant for spending money with a nonchalant ease that contradicted the impression Jaxen had gotten earlier. While Jaxen himself was no stranger to lavish spending, he was beginning to appreciate Mikhail's exquisite taste in a new light.
As they departed the bar, a mischievous grin crept across Jaxen's face, setting the stage for a playfully provocative question. "So," he began, leaning in slightly, "you're really into collars, chains, and all that kinky shit, huh?" The words dripped with innuendo, revealing Jaxen’s famous penchant for skirting all the rules.
Before Mikhail could answer, he was led into the second room, and the unexpected view indeed lifted his brows high.
With a confident swagger, he made his way to the bar, his gaze scanning the impressive array of bottles on display. His fingers danced over the options before finally settling on his favorite. With a grin, he ordered it over ice with an abundance of lime. Raising his glass to Mikhail in a gesture of camaraderie, they clinked their glasses together, the ice cubes chiming merrily.
Savoring the smooth vodka as it caressed his refined palate, Jaxen couldn't help but steal glances at Mikhail. The man was a revelation in more ways than one. Notably, he had a penchant for spending money with a nonchalant ease that contradicted the impression Jaxen had gotten earlier. While Jaxen himself was no stranger to lavish spending, he was beginning to appreciate Mikhail's exquisite taste in a new light.
As they departed the bar, a mischievous grin crept across Jaxen's face, setting the stage for a playfully provocative question. "So," he began, leaning in slightly, "you're really into collars, chains, and all that kinky shit, huh?" The words dripped with innuendo, revealing Jaxen’s famous penchant for skirting all the rules.
Before Mikhail could answer, he was led into the second room, and the unexpected view indeed lifted his brows high.