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A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Post by Lorelle Irving on May 16, 2024 22:22:52 GMT
Thick smoke floated around the round tables. Tall glasses with cocktails were served left and right, and women with short beaded or fringed dresses and bobs were dancing the night away. Lorelle found herself sitting at one of these tables, a cigarette between her fingers, observing the flapper girls. It had taken her some time to get used to the lack of corsets and Victorian clothes, but the women just looked so good in their little dresses. The way the fringed danced as they moved was mesmerising. Jazz was aldo a genre that she hadn't loved when it has first made its appearance, but the more she saw the women dance to it, and the more she heard it, the more she had started to appreciate the saxophone. From time to time, she took a drag from her cigarette. The people in this club didn't give a damn about the Prohibition. She could get behind that. Nothing beat a drink and a smoke on a night such as this one.
Their dark make-up was another element Lore loved about the flapper girls. It made their smiles even brighter, and their eyes even more mysterious. Their independence, the disguised middle finger that was their behaviour and their dance, it all resonated with the vampire. Compared to these speakeasies, the spinning bees had been a joke. This was a protest. This was being rebellious. She smiled when one of the girls looked her way, and waved by moving her fingers towards and away from the palm of her hand. The cigarette had come to an end, and so had her drink. Her sequinned dress shifted when she moved to lean back. She hadn't been able to commit to the style fully. Lorelle loved her long hair too much. Her dark eyes found the figure of the man next to her. "Would you fetch me another drink, darling?" she askedhim, batting her eyelashes. Like an obedient dog, the man jumped up from his seat to get her a refill. Her eyes lingered on him as he made his way towards the bar, before finding the jazz band again.
Lorelle's love for women was definitely fond of the stockings and the dresses, but her feminist side loved the flapper era even more. Seeing these women live their lives without worrying about what was acceptable was revolutionary. The headbands, the beads, the cloche hats... It was all so beautiful. She was wearing a typical flapper dress as well. The woman wasn't sure whether she'd find the courage to get up and dance with the other ladies just yet, but it definitely felt good to just be here.
Before her man (who wasn't really her man, but he admired her so) could return, Lorelle got up from her seat to go to the ladies room. It was there that a young, beautiful flapper girl basically ran into her on her way to the dressing room. "Pardon me", she said shyly. The shyness was unusual for a girl like her. Lore's eyebrow raised slightly, but she smiled. "Don't worry, darling", she responded. Oh, how sweet this shy one's blood smelled... "You seem to be in a hurry." An obvious observation, but it would be her gateway to a fun evening. "My dress got caught and ripped", the girl explained. "My sweet girl, allow me to help you then. I am a seamstress, after all." The blonde's eyes widened as she smiled and nodded, grabbing Lorelle by the arm and leading her to the empty dressing room.
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Lore ran her fingers along the coat hangers, admiring the beautiful dresses. "Do you want to try one on?" she girl asked. The vampire looked over her shoulder at the dancer, who was in her undergarments now, changing. "Can I? she asked, a teasing tone to her voice, for whatever reason. It made the young blonde blush again. Lorelle chuckled and pulled a dress from its hanger, holding it in front of her and looking down at it to envision it on her body. "You're pretty when you blush", she said, without looking up from the dress. Of course this only caused the dancer to turn more red.
Clara, as she would later learn the girl's name was, reminded her of herself, back when she had been a mortal girl. Shy, an easy prey. Lorelle was still grateful that it had been Arturo who had turned her, and who had first drank her blood. He hadn't seen her as prey. He hadn't done what she was now doing to this poor girl, but cocktails could only quench ones thirst so much when you thrived on blood. Now, Lorelle was a completely different person. Being immortal had made her more self-assured, more dominant, and more daring. She pulled a second dress of the rack and brought it over to the young flapper.
As she stood behind Clara, she held the dress in front of the woman's body, stating at the mirror with her. The girl had a pensive look on her face as she tried to envision what the dress would look like on her. Lorelle took a step closer, gently pressing her nearly naked body against Clara's. "It's beautiful", she whispered before pressing her lips against the young woman's neck. In the mirror, she could see Clara close her eyes and sigh, as her hands reached for Lore's body behind her. Not to push her away, but to feel her. She dropped the dress on the floor and carefully turned Clara around, cupping her face in her hands and bringing her own face closer, going in for a kiss.
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With slow steps and a satisfied look on her face, Lorelle left the dressing room. She licked her lower lip and ran her thumb over it to get rid of any excess blood. Clara had been sweet in more ways than one. Like Arturo had guided her through her first sexual experience, so had she just guided Clara through her first lesbian encounter. She had drank quite a lot of the dancers blood during her 'peak', so to say. The ecstasy had made her blood taste even sweeter. It would take Clara a while to wake up again, but she would. Lorelle never left someone for dead.
"Where did you go?" her man asked when she passed the table. "I had to go powder my nose", she responded without even looking at him. And with that said, she would walk past the table, towards the exit. It would be the last the man would ever see of her.