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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 21, 2019 18:32:04 GMT
 If I am an angel paint me with black wings
The exterior of the club was rather obvious. Neon signs in the shape of slender women; witches, goblins, and centaurs – though the club clearly catered more to humans than any other species, danced outside the stone walled building. The sign simply read ‘Spellbound’ but it was easy to interpret that this was not the traditional night club. The bouncer was a large man, twice the size of Quinn, and when Roddy had flashed a black card in his direction, the bouncer nodded and pulled back a blue velvet rope that had been blocking the entrance, allowing them inside. A pretty witch greeted guests just inside and took their cloaks, giving flirty smiles that never reached her dead eyes.
The interior had a much more upscale vibe than the outside assumed. Everything was polished and clean, nothing like the seedy strip joints Roddy and his mates had frequented in their younger years thinking they were something of rebels by visiting the muggle London underground scene and having coked out muggle whores with needle tracks in their arms rub on their laps. The space here was large and hosted more than just dancers and private rooms. Against the back wall, behind a black curtain, was a poker room where black-market deals were often made. A full bar and scantily clad waitresses were expected, but the live band playing all the greatest hits for the dancers had been very unexpected upon Roddy’s first visit some years ago.
A pretty blonde witch that looked suspiciously like Quinn’s girlfriend, the famous Miss Lyra Burke, was sitting on Rodolphus’ lap, stealing the cigarette from his lips as her hips swayed seductively. She took a long drag from the cigarette and blew the smoke out into the middle of the room before twisting around to face Rodolphus and press her large breasts against his face, shimmying her shoulders as she slid down his lap and ended up on her knees. Rodolphus took back his cigarette and took a drag off it, a smug look on his face, then called for the nearby waitress. “Another round,” he ordered with a swirling gesture of his hand, indicating he meant for him and his mate – not the entire club as he had been known to do on rare occasion when he’d had a little too much fun. “You needing something stronger yet, mate?” he called to Quinn. They were several round into the evening already but the night was young.
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Nov 23, 2019 8:48:36 GMT
Life had been pretty good on Quinn's end. He'd sold a few pieces he'd created for far more than he thought they were actually worth and it seemed that he was actually beginning to make a name for himself in the art world. He was even planning on showing his art in a gallery at the beginning of next year so he was on a bit of a timeline to get a fair few pieces finished, but he had to let of steam too, so Rod was taking him out for the night. A strip joint was pretty much exactly what Quinn had expected for Rod's idea of a night out and Quinn was not disappointed. High-enough class and dirty enough strippers, just like when they were teens.
Taking a seat he wasn't lonely for long. A cute red head occupied the unused space around his lap, dancing and showing off her body. Quinn was happily necking back bottles of beer but fancied something with a bit more kick. Rod spoke up, asking if Quinn was ready to move on to the harder stuff, it was like he'd read his mind, "Something with a little more kick wouldn't go amiss." He said, his Irish brogue not even slurred yet, "And a couple of cigars to go with," Because why not, they were out on a lads night, they should be indulging.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 23, 2019 22:29:13 GMT
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The waitress’ eyes moved expectantly from Rodolphus to Quinn, though neither of them gave any specifics. She wasn’t unfamiliar with the pair; they came in often enough and were both quite recognizable in looks as well as notoriety. She accepted their order and made a note on the little pad that set on her drink tray, then turned away to fetch their drinks and cigars.
The blonde in front of Rodolphus was gyrating on his lap, and Roddy happily admired her nearly completely bare backside but there was catching up to be done. Quinn had made himself wholly too busy, what with his finally blossoming art career – a ridiculous use of his time but it made the chap happy, his family obligations, and his attractive girlfriend. The pair had not nearly as much time to lay about and get pissed in each other’s company as they had when they were younger, and even with Rodolphus’ lax outlook on his duties as COO of Lestrange Industries, he too was generally too busy for a good hang with his mates. “Has Beatrice managed to convince you to get a real job, yet, or are you still playing at that painter thing?” Quinn was an exceptional artist but what was the point in having friends if you didn’t take the piss out of them once in a while?
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Nov 24, 2019 4:31:19 GMT
Quinn finished off his bottle of beer and sat it down haphazardly on the table between himself and Rod. It wobbled but didn't fall and Quinn rested his hands on the arm of his chair. Once upon a time he'd have had his hands all over Ruby, but now he was in a relationship with Lyra he didn't feel right in groping some woman, not when he had a better one to spend the night with later. "You know me mam, she's happy if I'm happy." He commented, his eyes watching the seductive dance that Ruby probably did night after night. "Rían's still got his own business and the kids are great so she's far more focused on that than anythin' I'm doin' right now." He told Rod. His mam was a loving but firm woman, if he was doing anything she didn't approve of then she'd give him a wallop and tell him to straighten up and fly right. "And thankfully, she's a bit preoccupied with Aoife's wedding." Quinn's little sister getting married was another big deal. Quinn's art barely factored in to his mam's life, not that it was all bad, he liked being left to his own devices. "How's the missus?" He asked with a bit of a small, very minor smirk. It was barely a hint but there was certainly something there. The idea of Rodolphus Lestrange marrying someone that half their like still considered a bloodtraitor was hilarious to Quinn. He didn't mind Dorcas at all, after meeting her he'd found he had quite the connection with her the kind that would cement a friendship for life, but many others casting aspersions, though never around a Lestrange, people were smart enough to mind their gobs around the most influential wizarding family in all of the British wizarding world.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 24, 2019 6:04:53 GMT
If I am an angel paint me with black wings
As clever and naturally brilliant as Rodolphus was, the one thing he continued to fail to understand was what it must be like to not be first-born, with a parent’s adoring eye praising every single act as if it were earth-shattering. Logically, of course, he knew his standing was far superior than others and as a child he certainly got away with far more than Rabastan had been allowed to, but to hear his friends speak of their parents’ nonchalance where their careers or love lives were concerned was often shocking to him. He might have pitied Quinn for lack of enthusiasm his mum showed toward his career, if painting had at least been a career worth having. Still, Quinn was pretty decent at what he did and he did have a big showing coming up, so perhaps it would turn out to be a lucrative profession after all. And, if all else failed, there would always be the Blackwood fortune to support him. If he played his cards right, he could even marry into some Burke money and have a sexy wife who paid the bills by working a completely different sort of stage than the Lyra look-a-like currently giving Rodolphus’ dick a rubdown through his trousers. Quinn would make a lovely house-husband.
At the mention of Quinn’s little sister, Roddy moaned delightfully. Aoife wasn’t nearly hot enough for Rodolphus to risk his friendship with Quinn over, but ever since they were teens Rodolphus has played up the idea of fucking his best mate’s sister just to get a rise out of Quinn. It had been going on for so long now that said rise was rarely achieved but it was tradition. So what if she was getting married now? Roddy was married for the second time and he was still finding new and interesting ways to fuck women who weren’t his wife, although the frequency of his affairs under Dorcas’ reign was certainly minimal compared to his marriage with Bellatrix. That said more about his bedroom escapades with the frigid Black sister than it did about Dorcas’ glorious cunt. “Oh, she’s quite exhausted these days,” Rodolphus replied with a smirk of his own as the conversation turned toward his wife. “Gentle on the boys, love, they’re attached you know.” He smacked the stripper’s arse as she was getting carried away with herself and the friction was becoming more nuisance than pleasure. He might have to switch her out for another dancer soon. He’d only requested this one because of her resemblance to Quinn’s bird, and with the joke having been played out, he no longer required her. “She’s a riot to bring ‘round Rabby’s wife.” He laughed as the waitress reappeared with their fresh drinks and cigars. He took his own without thanking the witch and continued on, interrupted. “They get on like oil and water, and I’m not sure Lilith’s butthole could be clenched any tighter than when Dorcas is around.” He knew that some people claimed he had only married Dorcas to cause a scandal and Rodolphus was fine allowing people to think such a thing. So long as they didn’t question him or his family aloud, and did not besmirch the Lestrange name in their gossiping, there wasn’t much Roddy concerned himself with. He was certain Dorcas enjoyed those sorts of rumors and no doubt she was part of their origin.
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Nov 24, 2019 11:25:47 GMT
Quinn chuckled when Rod replied with what would seem like a potentially innocent phrasing if you didn't know the man. "Well that's a given, lad." He chuckled, knowing Rod's sexual appetite was rather large and honestly, that was far too much information. The married couple had been seeing one another for a while, Quinn could remember Rod making the occasional comment about her from years ago, enough that he'd been able to put together that Dorcas hadn't just been a one night thing. Still, he'd not bothered with getting to know her until after Rod had decided to make an honest woman of her, although she was married to him, so how honest could she be in all reality? "She's a very lucky lady, to be sure." He chuckled.
Mention of Rabby and his wife gave Quinn a little giggle. Perhaps he was getting old but he was getting board of his lap dance. Quinn was the artist of the two but Rod certainly knew how to paint a magnificent picture. "That's my lady's sister yer talking about. Not sure I want ta be thinking about her arsehole the next time I see her, than ya very much." She was a nice looking broad by all accounts, but Merlin's testicles she had a broom up her backside over something. Lyra assured Quinn that Lilith wasn't nearly a stuck up as she seemed, but Quinn didn't quite believe that. He'd talked to her at Aurora's birthday and again at the latest Lestrange wedding. Conversation had been slow going and Quinn thought she could have been used to torture the inmates of Azkaban better than any dementor. "Gotta say, mind, she's not bad to look at. We'll have to have a night out sometime, reckon the ladies would play nice?" He sipped his drink that had arrived, fairly certain that Lyra would try to appease both sides of the party, although ultimately siding with her sister if she was forced to, but Quinn thought Lyra was a relatively level headed person, for an actress at least, perhaps he was wrong. If he was then he'd still enjoy watching fireworks fly. Dorcas seemed like the type to be able to hold her own. Quinn picked up his cigar and looked at the end. The waitress clipped the cigar for him and Quinn placed it to his lips, take an empty puff. He nodded to the witch who pulled out a lighter and sparked a flame to life. With the red head dancing on his lap, he sucked at the end of the cigar, lit by lighter was better than by wand, or perhaps that was just one of Quinn's weird preferences that no one else could taste. He drew the smoke in to his mouth and let it out pretty fast, time and time again. After a moment he looked at his cigar and was pleased to see it was well lit. He took a puff and held the smoke in for a moment before releasing it into the air in a ring shape. He was well versed with a cigar and as he rested in the chair, the red head dancing on his lap, never slowing, never stopping. A cigar in hand and a drink in the other. This night was very good.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 25, 2019 1:33:42 GMT
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Rodolphus had seen Lilith’s arsehole firsthand, and had that not been his brother’s now wife, he would have insisted Quinn make an attempt to view it. It was magnificent. Lilith was a prude and a cocktease of the highest order, but he had had plenty of fun with her when she worked for Lestrange Industries, long before Rabastan had entered the picture. He did like to make comments here and there, little nonchalant remarks that his brother would brush off as Rodolphus ‘just being Rodolphus’ but Lilith would know was more fact than fantasy. Lilith was one of the few women he’d never shagged but had still managed to get her completely naked and spread eagle on the desk of his office. Biggest tease in all of England, and he suspected poor Rabby was back to wanking himself off in the en suite what with Lilith being so pregnant. Chap had had to endure a self-imposed celibacy during his engagement, something Rodolphus would never have agreed to, even if his fiancé wasn’t up for a shag, but the younger Lestrange held a strange sense of honor and considered it ‘unfaithful’ to fuck around outside of his relationship. The idiot.
A night out with his best mate, his brother, and their women was an intriguing idea. Even more intriguing was the idea of the women predictably not getting along. “I do not,” Rodolphus said between puffs on his cigar. “And I would so love to have front row seats to that battle royal.” If Lilith and Dorcas were a fun show, Merlin could only imagine what throwing an attention-seeking whore of an actress into the mix would do. “I’ll add it to the schedule,” he declared. Turning his attention more fully to the stripper shaking her arse in his face, he blew smoke up her arse, literally, and then pushed her away. “I’ve had enough of this one. Go find me a dancer who knows how to get a man hard,” he demanded of the blonde, pulling at the waistband of her g-string and letting it go with a snap.
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Nov 25, 2019 23:27:27 GMT
The idea of the three ladies on a night out together with their significant others grew more and more amusing the longer Quinn thought about it. Their personalities all seemed so different but he only knew Lyra well and Dorcas a little. Lilith he could only base on what he'd seen here and there. He thought of Lilith as a rather reserved witch. She seemed to blend in with her mannerisms although whatever she wore to places certainly made her stand out. You couldn't help but notice her and the air or royalty that she had about her. It seemed she'd always wanted to be a little princess and Quinn was surprised she'd been matched with Rabby and not Rod, after all Rod was the one that was going to someday be King of the Lestrange empire and a well trained Queen seemed like the ideal partner, however his first wife had been certifiably insane and his second was considered a blood traitor, as well as being a little off her rocker, although Quinn certainly did like a her more than he'd liked Bella, but if this one turned out to be a raging psycho, then he'd have Rod's back for the divorce proceedings. Thankfully for Quinn, his Lyra was nothing like Lilith, he wasn't a fan of a woman that would just become part of the furniture, he liked someone with a little more gall, someone that was exciting, and Lyra certainly brought that. She was always a shining light - wait a minute, did that make him the bore in their relationship? Was he the sodding Lilith? Fuck he hoped not.
Quinn took a mouthful of his drink as Rod sent the Lyra-look-a-like off and demanded a new stripper to tease his apparently limp cock. "Bring him Tiffany!" He called, smirking. Ten years ago the boys had barely been 20, but damn did Rod look as though he'd had a crush on Tiffany. Little blonde thing with an arse to kill and tits to smother in. She was definitely his most requested stripper, and ten years on she was still working the poles and laps at this particular establishment, even though, in Quinn's opinion, she probably should have given it up five years ago. He'd always thought she was maybe ten years older than them, but having seen her in recent years, he was beginning to think that perhaps a touch older than he'd first thought. Still, it would be just swell for Roddikins to have a reunion with his favourite stripper.
"She'll just be a minute, sugar." A voice spoke, although Quinn paid no attention as to who was talking to them. "When's the last time you saw Tiffany?" He asked Rod, lifting his cigar to his lips. Her name gave the illusion that she was a class act, but Quinn had seen her do some downright dirty things that a proper lady would never do, but that was precisely Rod's type, hell, Quinn wouldn't put it past Rod to have made her his second wife, but somehow Dorcas had squeezed herself in the picture.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Nov 28, 2019 6:26:40 GMT
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Tiffany. Rod had fond memories of the minxy little blonde. In his younger days she was his go-to dancer. There’d been plenty of private room rendezvous with Tiffany in the past, though it had been some time since he’d gotten a back-room dance from her. He chuckled at the mention of her name, knowing Quinn thought more of his affinity for the petite blonde than Rod ever did. Every bloke had a favorite stripper, some more naughty than others. He’d not kept up with the witch in recent years, not even thought of her in his many visits to Spellbound as of late, but he wasn’t about to reject her. “Fuck, it’s been ages.” He swallowed down his drink, adjusting himself in the few moments his lap was free and admiring the girl levitating around a pole on the center-stage.
Tiffany arrived and Rod realized it had been far too long since he’d requested a dance from Tiffany, and with good reason. Vanity charms could only do so much and the witch was clearly living a hard lifestyle. Her skin was tight, but a bit too tight around her face giving away her age in a way she clearly wasn’t going for. Her arse was plump and perky as it ever was, but her tits had been enlarged to the size of watermelons. She had a very Dolly Parton-eqsue look about her but without the American charm. “Hey Roddy,” her voice sounded as though she’d just smoked two packs of cigarettes in the back room but when she smiled her teeth were pearly white and perfectly straight. She’d had them done recently. “Long time, no see.” Without hesitation, she straddled Rodolphus and began flouncing her gigantic tits in his face. “The woman’s still got it,” he announced to Quinn with a laugh.
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Dec 10, 2019 10:51:34 GMT
Tiffany wasn't to Quinn's liking and never had been, however as she thrust her chest into Rod's face, it was very apparent that she'd not lost any skills over the many, many years. Quinn chuckled, placing his cigar to his lips and drawing the smoke into his mouth. He held it there for a while then blew the puff up into the already smoky air. He took another puff, turning the cigar as he puffed a few more times. A new broad came along and started doing practically the same thing as the last gal he'd had. Quinn rolled his eyes and settled his cigar on the ashtray close by. A sip of a drink and Quinn waved his hand at the woman. She shrugged her shoulders and flicked her long hair as she strutted off. "I'm getting hungry, mate." He called to Rod, knowing the bloke would have a hard time hearing through the giant knockers currently covering his ears. How big did those things need to be? "Ribs and chips and steak and prawns and mashed 'tatoes." He said listing food, "Fuck me, I'm getting more of a hard-on for a bit of beef than these sticks." He said, nodding his head at the women. Ever the professional that she was, Tiffany continued giving Rod her undivided, fleshy attention, while Quinn took another mouthful of his drink and picked up his cigar once more.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Dec 16, 2019 1:57:57 GMT
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The only time anyone could slap Rodolphus in the face and live to tell the tale was when the assaulting individual was a woman and the weapon of choice was a pair of tits. Tiffany seemed to be taking some liberties however, and Rod was bound to suffocate under a fleshy sea of silicone if the aged witch didn’t let up soon. He slapped her firm, magically enhanced arse despite the business’ hands-off policy (which was only ever enforced in the main room). Accustomed to handsy men, Tiffany didn’t even flinch as Roddy’s large hand landed on her bare skin. The dancer just kept right on rubbing up on Rodolphus, giving him what he assumed was supposed to be a coy smirk but her attempts at anything reminiscent of modesty had failed spectacularly. She no longer resembled someone Rodolphus would have picked out for himself but the physical beauty she had lost over the years had not impeded her charms on Rod’s dick. Once he could breathe again, Rod was having a grand time.
He puffed on his cigar, admiring Tiffany’s flexibility as much as her arse as she bent over in front of him. She could have licked his boots from her position had he asked her to, and he knew she would have as well. Whores would do anything for money and anyone with an iota of self-preservation knew not to deny a Lestrange. The ladies here all thought of Rodolphus as a patron with more money than half the country combined, that was enough to get whatever he wanted of them. He was wealthy and therefore powerful, that was dangerous enough. Had they any inkling of how truly dangerous the man was, they would have licked his boots and then some, all without his asking. And they definitely would have brought his mate every item Quinn had listed off, served on a naked virgin. Well, perhaps they wouldn’t go quite that far. “Alright.” He blew a smoke ring at Tiffany’s barely covered arsehole then glanced at Quinn before speaking to the room at large, though not loud enough to actually be heard beyond their immediate area. “My mate here would rather fuck a steer than any of you birds. Unless you offer such a service, I suppose I best get him out of here. Fucking pervert.”
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Jan 6, 2020 7:17:24 GMT
Quinn stood up and stretched from where he was while Rod made him out to be a pervert. Given the looks of some of these women and the possible diseases, a steer might actually be a safer shag. In fairness though, it was hard to top a good steak. Sure having some sexy broad straddle your lap while shoving every bit of herself at you was a laugh and all but it wasn't the perfection of a beautifully cooked steak. Besides, these women didn't really do much for Quinn, not while he had Lyra. Quinn was never the type to cheat on his partners, but that was more because when he was in a relationship Quinn often found himself quite smitten. He knew it was rather pathetic to some degree but it stopped him from being a giant knob like Rod. Quinn had only known Rod to be in two relationships. The first was with Bellatrix. She was a frightful being at the best of times, but if anyone could handle her it was Rod. He'd cheated on her multiple times, Quinn had heard various stories and seen Rod head to the bathroom stall with many different women. Ever the gentleman. Rich as hell but would rather shag in a filth toilet stall or in a broom closet than spring for a motel room. Quinn wouldn't have put it past Bella to try and axe her husband had she found out in all certainty that her husband was indeed cheating. Actually, Quinn was surprised she'd not tried to off him just because she could. Or maybe she had and Rod had survived or not noticed. Rod's second relationship was with Dorcas. At least when he entered a relationship Rod went all the way, marriage and child. Well the child was yet to be seen with Meadowes, but the pair were still newly weds. No doubt Rod was wearing her down on the child front while Dorcas told him to get fucked. It was a strange relationship but hey, it worked for them. Plus Dorcas was a hell of a lot easier to get along with than Bella had been. "Well excuse me for wanting a little steak after my scotch and cigar." He said playfully, leaning over and extinguishing the cigar. One of the girls brought him his jacket and helped Quinn slip it onto his shoulders. He tugged it up and got comfortable before fastening it to block out the shitty weather outside.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jan 16, 2020 19:32:19 GMT
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Tiffany righted herself and turned around, giant jugs bouncing unnaturally as she moved. Long past her prime, but still a good sport. Roddy made sure she got a little something extra as he tossed a few gold coins her way, perhaps she would use the money to improve her vanity charms but most likely she would just feed her addiction, whatever her drug of choice might be. Rod stood and adjusted his trousers. “There’s no excuse for you, mate.” A second girl brought out his own coat and helped him to it, Roddy gave her bum a firm slap in thanks, and then he headed for the door.
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Post by Quinn Ardan Blackwood on Jan 18, 2020 14:43:55 GMT
It seemed as though Rod was taking it hard. Perhaps Quinn was having them leave to early. It certainly seemed as though Rod was going through some kind of separation issues, but he wasn't going to be one to judge. If Rod wanted to stay behind with some has-been stripper with tits that looked harder than rocks, then he was welcome to, Quinn wouldn't hold it against him, but this place didn't bring as much joy or excitement as it had once done when they were younger, and now that he had Lyra in his life, Quinn didn't really have much need for strippers like this, they were all a little beneath his tastes right now. He was such a stripper-snob, it seemed! "Eh, I'm one of a kind, lad." He chuckled, walking alongside Rod. "Let's hit The Ambrosia Lounge," He said as they exited the establishment, "They've got some cracking barmaids whose tits you could tickle ya pickle all over while I have me steak." He said, chuckling and shoving his hands into his pockets.
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Post by Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange on Jan 21, 2020 2:56:33 GMT
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He did like the witches at the Ambrosia Lounge, and with the well drying up at their old haunt the idea of wanking off onto some hot young thing’s tits while his mate had his fill of steak wasn’t half bad. The men walked toward their destination as Roddy made a humorous comparison of tonight’s events to those from Rabastan’s bachelor party when the lads had all gone to Las Vegas for a debaucherous weekend. A couple laughs and a remark about a drunken pack of witches that walked past them giggling, and the pair had arrived at Ambrosia Lounge. They were seated straight away at one of Rodolphus’ favorite tables but Rod excused himself almost immediately, asking to speak with the hostess privately. A bit of smooth talking and soon Rod had her in the men’s toilets, door locked and knickers around her ankles.
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