06-23-2012, 06:14 PM
Hyo sat quietly behind her temporary 'caretakers', fiddling absently with her half-gloves. She'd been dressed to suit the club atmosphere and the possible tastes of those who might taste her in a tight leather jumpsuit. Although slightly softened by a deep sweetheart neckline, collar, cap sleeves and a large spiked bow accenting the front, the outfit still seemed a bit too tough to Hyo for her to pull off. If she didn't suit the role, she might not sell for as much. If she were more expensive, she would be more valuable, and thus less susceptible to ill treatment. While she was no fan of her coming career as a pet and snack combined, Hyoyeon would prepare and plan for all possible routes.
She sat back, subtly listening in on both the Assasamite's conversation and to the havoc of the club. Someone had kicked the bucket. How very unfortunate. Pity stirred in the back of her mind, carefully stowed back at once. There was nothing to do. Meanwhile, the talk of the table was getting more exasperated. These vampires were trained killers, not salesmen. They had no idea how to go about this, not that they'd been trying long. Hyo thought about suggesting the auctions to them, but shuddered at the thought. It was laughable that she might help them sell her anyway, but at such a low-class establishment? That wouldn't help her at all. Hyoyeon tried not to sigh, and practiced sitting pretty. This might take a while.
Gah. There went the last of the expendable cash, right into the ante. Pog needed this round, he needed it desperately. The master had sent him out with enough money to last a full two weeks, as long as his assignment would last. And though Pog might be foolish enough to gamble away that allowance, he was in no way foolish enough to come crawling back to a vampire, disobedient.
He sat amongst a hodgepodge of other gamblers in one of the many alleys of the dance district. They varied intensely, with a top population of canine weres. However, there was a smattering of humans, and even one or two clanless vampires. All were about as valuable to this world as the trash they squatted on as they watched their money disappear into the pockets of one of the more ragtag humans. One smirk told Pog all- the man was cheating. However, Pog knew his games. The dice flew, playing right into Pog's hands as they spun out.
Grinning, Pog gathered up his pot- his original cash, and more than a bonus as well. Judging by the glares of his fellows, he had about twenty seconds to scat before one of them stuck him with a long dagger or so. He did so, carefully tucking away his earnings before sitting near a random club entrance. God, there were some hot vampire chicks in there. Enjoying the view, Pog hardly noticed the new silence upon something terrible happening inside.
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