Viktor grinned, striking a slight pose.

"If you want to touch...by all means. Touch away...it's not like I'll mind, eh?"

He loved hearing the crowd freaking out because of something he did. He didn't enjoy the attention so much as getting reactions out of people. Especially overly shy people.

She tugged him along, pressing her back against the pole. As she slid into a crouching position, she let her hands trail his body. When she stood, she was looking up at him, her hand behind her head.

"You want to make it worth their while...?" Money was practically raining from the sky. And she didn't have any intentions of taking it from him. It was surprising how wild people would go when a little sexuality is displayed.

Viktor's grin widened generously as he glanced around at the complete downpour of dollar bills. He collected as much as he could while just standing there, not bothering to move and get the rest of it. He had to present what he found to Razz in the end, anyway.

"That depends, punk," he chuckled, leaning in a bit, his voice coming out in almost a purr. He always teased people with name-calling. 'Punk' was one of his absolute favorites. "What did you have in mind...?"

She chuckled at his attempt. 'Punk'. It reminded her of Tony Montana.

"Well, I'm feeling... lucky..." She brought her free hand up to trace his chest. Definition indeed. But she knew all to well he was more than likely claimed. And she didn't like to physically step in the way, so she would never sleep with Viktor, but she did enjoy his touch. He was a man, and he had the potential to be rough. More so than any woman.

Viktor chuckled. "Really, now?" he muttered, voice still a purr. He leaned forward a bit more, teasingly. "How lucky?"

When it came to something like this, Viktor was a rare person, indeed. He was indeed somewhat claimed, but his policy went something like...'always taken, always single.' He slept around aimlessly with both men and women, drifting along as he went. So far, he only had an emotional attachment to one of his lovers, which was the other main male dancer, Cadence. But he was always looking.

He'd always wondered why Lola never backed up her flirtations. It was a mystery to him. So forward, and yet...so not. Then again, he was really dense, so it might've been completely obvious, right in front of his face...and he still wouldn't see it.

She closed her eyes and arched.

"Lucky enough... don't tease, Viktor... don't be cruel..." This sounded more like a beg, as her voice had gotten a little high pitched and moany. [Hah, moany. xD] She knew of Cadence, and she greatly respected him. She was unsure of his true feelings for the male before her, but she knew he had claimed him. And regardless of the fact that on stage the two of them looked amazing together, she would never break her resolve. She couldn't and wouldn't have Viktor.

Viktor couldn't help but chuckle at her, still putting on a show for the crowd by slightly dancing with her.

"Heh...you look a little flustered, punk," he informed her under his breath, sure it was unnecessary to do so. "Got something else on your mind? Backstage, maybe?"

He grinned. "I, for one, wanna know what's keeping you from pouncing on me."

She chuckled.

"Oh, child... even if you could handle me, which you can't... you're Cadence's ride... So why don't you put your hands on me and dance, and stop worrying about what I could be doing to you..." Lola had told him before, but she supposed he suggested it because he had always mentioned that he was not monogamous.

Viktor half-obeyed. He focused more on the dance, but, of course, he didn't shut his mouth. He rarely did.

"Pffftt. Cadence sleeps around just as much as I do," he reminded her, dancing quite skillfully. "And what in holy hell makes you think I couldn't handle you? I've handled a lot in my life..."

She chuckled before grinding against him, roughly.

"Nothing like me..." She retorted, her fingers tangled in his hair. "And what is it about me that makes you want... Hm...?"
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Viktor responded with the same amount of roughness--no less, no more.

"That's what you think," he purred, quite amused by the situation. "A lot of my...clients...don't play nice with me. I wouldn't expect anything different from dancers here. And as for your other question...I'm always wanting in the first place. Obvious flirting increases that desire...I have a very active libido, you know."

She seemed to shudder at the returned aggression. She had to admit that she loved it when people exerted dominance. She glanced up at him. He was flirting back with her, that was... different.

"Oh, Viktor. You think it's as simple as that...? I'm a very complicated woman..." Her hands, both of them, were pressed to his chest.

She leaned back against the pole, watching him, hungrily. She couldn't deny that she wanted him. She had for a while. But She wasn't sure he could meet up to her standards.

Viktor seemed to sense her issue. He kept up the show for the crowd, continuing to appease them with the lovely little dance.

"Huh. If you think I'm going to fail at it that much...order me around. It's not as if I care. You of all people should know I'm a dominate-submissive."

Viktor, while he loved to be in charge and would exert dominance if he was egged on enough, preferred a more submissive role when it came to...inappropriate things. He would demand some sort of order and go on it, whether the order was to be submissive or dominant. Or even to prance around in a little pink tutu. Order was everything.

She amused him for a little while before she decided she'd pose the question.

"You mind taking the bar shift for a little bit? I'll give you half of what I earn... or maybe I'll finally let you take a look at what you could be having..." She teased with a playful wink. She loved teasing him.

Viktor pondered that for a moment. He loved to dance--oh, he loved to dance. But his legs were getting a little tired--this is what happened when he overexerted himself.

"Oh, fine. I'll humor you," he fake-grumbled, poking her in the sensitive part of her neck. "As for the reward...heh. That's up to you."

He struck a final pose for the crowd before hopping off the stage, slipping behind the bar.

She twitched when he poked her, but once he was off stage, she went right to work. As always, Lola was a crowd pleaser. That was her appeal, her pull, other than that amazing body she had. And she used it to her advantage indeed. She didn't need the pole, but she certainly didn't mind using it.

Viktor didn't seem to mind working behind the bar--he enjoyed it, when he was tired.

He was not a very economic bartender, though. He had a habit of allowing customers to give him little 'favors' instead of money for drinks. Money was never a big concern of his. He had plenty on him from his vigorous dancing and hours of overtime. As well as his little escapades on the side...he had never fully given up his prostitution venture from his earlier years.

It was only about an hour in that Lola decided she had enough. Plus, she loved the cries for more, the cries for an encore. She approached the bar and leaned against it.

"Alright, Viktor, here's how we're going to do this. If you can make me hot, I'll give you this money." She said, waving around a healthy stack. She winked a bit and waited on his response.

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Viktor had just finished a seven-minute make-out session with an older male employee, and he still had that lusty look about him.

"Heh, sure. Lemme pop in to the bathroom first," he muttered, amused, before heading back into the bathroom.

Vincent enters he sighs he was a bit late he had been in a nightmare he hadn't been able to wake up from. He looks around the place it looked alive and well.

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Lola grinned at his response, nodding and turning her attention away from him. And then there was Vincent. Good ole Vincent. A grin slid across her face and she waved at him.

"Evening Vince. You look good enough to eat today... Are we in a good mood?" She snapped her jaws playfully towards the blonde male. She loved the pull of being a woman. Loved it indeed.

Vincent rolled his eyes a bit and smiles slightly. "I suppose I could be in a better mood but none the less I must do my job" He waves his hand creating a crystal rose handing it to her.

She adored his little tricks. She watched him with her white eyes, studying his features, as she did everyone else. Her head quirked to the side as she leaned back against the counter.

"Full of charm, as always... So when are you going to stop resisting me?" She said jokingly.

"I'm not interested" he says. "I perfer to keep this....professional" he smiles a bit again "besides you seem to be having enough fun with your little toy". He leans against the bar calm cool and collected known for beeing high class as well as hard to get.

Razz had bounced out of the club area only a few minutes ago, but he was already back in there, flitting around the crowd and being careful not to let anyone touch him.

People weren't often aware that he was the owner, and sometimes, he was mistaken for a dancer. Walking through the club area, people often tried reaching out and groping at him--something he did not enjoy at all.

He flitted over towards the bar area, looking around with a childlike expression on his face.