The bunny girl giggles and wiggles, showing off her pert ass. “What thank
you!”
They step around a corner into the club proper. They seem to enter at the
back of the club, facing towards the stage and its extended runway, a dance
floor either side. Tables cluster in the shadow of the mezzanine, draped
richly for the occasion. Everything had an original, dark wood feel to it –
either maintained or lovingly restored with the bar against the far wall
glittering with the sharp angles of gold art deco mirrors. Full of people
but not crowdedly so.
Alice is behind the bar, now dressed in a blonde wig and a blue pinafore,
sinfully short with long white stockings, garters just showing and another
pair of killer heels as she steps out greet them. The sort of Alice in
Wonderland adult fantasy. “Gentleman, welcome.” She holds her hand out for
Emcee to kiss. “First drink is on the house, the rest are on you. House
rules are simple – good manners and no mess. Nothing that would require my
brother to remove you.” She brushes white tipped nails over Emcee’s cheek,
pale lips pouting warmly.
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Date: 2016-06-02 12:41 am (UTC)The bunny girl giggles and wiggles, showing off her pert ass. “What thank you!”
They step around a corner into the club proper. They seem to enter at the back of the club, facing towards the stage and its extended runway, a dance floor either side. Tables cluster in the shadow of the mezzanine, draped richly for the occasion. Everything had an original, dark wood feel to it – either maintained or lovingly restored with the bar against the far wall glittering with the sharp angles of gold art deco mirrors. Full of people but not crowdedly so.
Alice is behind the bar, now dressed in a blonde wig and a blue pinafore, sinfully short with long white stockings, garters just showing and another pair of killer heels as she steps out greet them. The sort of Alice in Wonderland adult fantasy. “Gentleman, welcome.” She holds her hand out for Emcee to kiss. “First drink is on the house, the rest are on you. House rules are simple – good manners and no mess. Nothing that would require my brother to remove you.” She brushes white tipped nails over Emcee’s cheek, pale lips pouting warmly.