They danced until the party was over... it wasn't enough.
"Wanna go somewhere else?" DG whispered in Glitch's ear.
He raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Where else would we go?"
DG bit her lower lip. "We'd need to change our clothes first, but I know just the place."
A little voice chimed in sadly, almost as though afraid to interject: "Can I go, too? I'm not ready for this night to be over either." Az stood humbly before them, her hands folded daintily in front of her, her eyes filled with remorse. "I'm sorry... I'm actually happy to see you two like this. I promise I won't be a pest, I just want to go and be someone other than me for the rest of the night."
DG looked dubious. "Az- Of course I forgive you, and I wouldn't think you'd be a pest, but would you really want to go where I'm taking us?"
"Please? I'll even lend you something to wear... I have some things perfect for a night outside of the castle..."
DG looked into Glitch's eyes. Glitch was a bit nervous... he was always a bit nervous, but because she seemed to need to get out of there as badly as they did, he nodded.
"Okay." DG agreed. Her sister thanked her humbly and left to go and look through her things for something to wear for herself.
"W-What about me? I don't know if I have anything appropriate... and I certainly can't go off castle grounds wearing these clothes." Glitch added.
Before she was entirely out of the room, Az turned to him and smiled, giving him a mental once-over. "I'll help dress you, too. No worries." With not so much more, she left for her quarters, Glitch standing there entirely unsure as to whether or not that was a good thing.
She took him by the arm and snuck out of the ballroom with him. "C'mon, let's get gone while the getting's good."
"Where are we going, anyway?" Glitch asked curiously, feeling smug on the inside about their little escape.
"We're going where everyone else here goes to party..."
"Central city?"
"Nope. The realm of the unwanted."
Glitch gasped and was shushed in small time after that. "DG do you have any clue what they do to people like us down there? You couldn't possibly have forgotten last time..." He waited wild-eyed for an answer, and dug his feet in, stopping them both when she didn't reply. "Well?!"
DG looked at him, somewhat amused. "Oh please. What are they going to do to two princesses and the Queen's advisor? If anything they might just be so afraid of Az still that they won't even talk to us. They may just dance around us and let us have our good time. Ever think of that?"
His brow furrowed at that thought, but his mind eventually cleared from worry, so DG must have been right. He smiled and even started to chuckle. "C'mon. Let's go before we're caught."
DG grinned back at him and started running again until they were safe in a random guest room. If Az needed them, she decided, Az would be able to find them. Easily. DG closed the door behind them and locked it and barricaded the knobs with a nearby parloud chair. She stood across from Glitch, staring him down like he was about to become her prey. She spanned the room quickly and bombarded his lips with kisses. Some of them stung, but he liked it and he reciprocated very eagerly. While they fervently pawed, Glitch pulled his tie off, took his shoes and socks off, and DG bit his buttons off. All of them.
She nibbled at his earlobes and cleared his collar from her wake, working down his neck and clavicle, then traveling down the sternum, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile with every movement and mewl he made. She made it very clear to him what they were going to do and he went along with every meticulous step.
Many of which were torturous and so wonderful...
"Watch the Zipp- ngh...nev- nevermind..."
XxXxX
For hours Az went through her massive (eclectic) wardrobe and picked and chose and combined and subtracted. She paired and singled out, and some she threw out all together. Finally, she came to a solid decision on what she and the other two would wear on their upcoming venture into the dark. She grinned especially devilishly at what she chose for Glitch to wear. She couldn't touch him anymore, but nobody said she couldn't stare at him.
She set the outfits carefully to the side and turned on some light music. She closed off the doors to her quarters but left the bathroom door open as she drew a cool bath. It was, you see, the secret to the cream in her complexion. She set out her make-up at the vanity mirror, disrobed, and gave herself a quick once over like any woman would. She even smiled at certain preferred areas, noting their fresh loveliness despite all her body had been through.
She took a quick bath and got out, draining the tub and wrapping up with a towel. She sat down at her vanity, deciding what brushes and what colors to use for tonight. Before she applied her make up she put her hair in a cute, unruly updo with little chutes of hair sticking up in various different colors and places.
She applied some dramatic eyeliner with some barely there eye-shadow and blush. She applied a modest bit of red lip-stain and covered it over with a smudging of clear gloss...
XxXxX
Glitch and DG were in the middle of something insanely profound. I'm sure it sounds cheesy at first to think of sex as at all profound, but this was. They stared endlessly into each other's eyes, the gaze unbroken by not one single thing, but deepened by almost every move each of them made.
Glitch had become more familiar to himself again, not foreshadowed by Ambrose, not embarrassed by Glitch, just... wrapped up in himself. The sensations of everything good around him overwhelmed his synapses and their responses, almost made him want to panic and flee,but something in DG kept him right there.
He thought her sounds were going to shatter glass but as opposed to shying him away from her, he became more empassioned, stronger in his endeavour toward her pleasure and oh did he ever get her what she always wanted. After all, he got his, too...
XxXxX
Az looked at the clock as she slid her shoelace through the last eyelet at the very top of her knee-high black leather boot. She bit her lower lip and tied a good solid knot. It was time for the lovebirds to get dressed. She strode toward Glitch's quarters and passed them. Same with DG's. She passed several different rooms when she caught the sound of the shower in one of the rooms going. She nodded, magically removed the barricade that she could see between the slight split in the doors and stepped in, recognizing DG's clothes right away. She set their dirty clothes to the side, taking care not to rumple DG's dress or Glitch's tux.
She left a note for them to put on the clothes when they got out of the shower and went off looking for a few last things. She tugged at the strap of her top, adjusting its length so that it could feel free to slip off of her shoulder when she danced and make her look hot. She wore a skirt that grazed the floor when she walked. It was made of latex at the top 1/4th of the skirt, tight fitting in the bum and around the hips, but there were slits from the upper middle hip to the floor. That part of the skirt simple cotton poly blend, it moved nicely, giving the other dancers a sweet glimpse at her long, creamy legs.
She strode confidently back with her make up case, having shined up her metal-adorned cyber trooper style boots, the lights catching on them and radiating off of the little metal pieces along the sole.
By the time Az had returned, both Glitch and DG had gotten out of the shower and discovered their wardrobe choices. DG squealed, looking over her own outfit, and almost had to shower again seeing Glitch's chosen wardrobe for the night. Had Az not been in the room it would have caused another session and they just didn't have time for more at the moment.
"Well?" Az spoke up. "Don't judge the look of the clothes based upon how they lay on the bed. Put them on and let me see." Her crisp tongue was some of the time witty and comforting and at the same time like a whipcrack.
DG and Glitch grabbed up their respective outfits and one went back into the bathroom to put it on while the other utilized the walk-in closet. Glitch walked out of the closet after a moment of thumping around and swearing. Seems part of his top got caught in his pull-tab.
Ow.
Az's jaw hit the floor as her eyes met with contours that his own clothes had never told of before. The snug, tight-knit fishnet shirt showed off the handsome, subtle ripples in his back and sides. She paired with the top a studded PVC d-ring collar that went with the little star patch now in the middle of Glitch's chest.
He wore a pair of black bondage pants. The first detailing to catch the eye were the buckles that ran from just above the kneecap and down on both legs. Behind that was lacing to keep the pants snug that went from the groin down to the ankle on the front of both legs. She finished it off with boots that looked a little like hers but without all the metal detailing on them.
DG came out of the bathroom and stood in the doorway, amazed, cursing the fact that her sister was still in the room. "Glitch, turn around for me..." She bemused.
Glitch wasn't moving an inch. No, he was looking at DG's contours now. The roundness of her hips already so smooth and inviting
were now encased in soft, shiny black PVC. She had shined it up with some scented body oil Az had given her for that purpose. There were buckles to match on her tight fitting, long sleeved red secretary shirt, and she shined those up, too.
"He can do that on the dance floor later. C'mere-" Az called to Glitch as she pulled a chair away from the little breakfast table in the room and set it to face another. She opened up her make-up case, "And have a seat."
"If you want I can go and get my own cosmetics." Glitch offered, still staring stupidly as DG walked across the room in knee highed platform boots that had as just as many buckles as his pants did. Her ass... phenomenal. At the words 'my own cosmetics' however, she stopped cold and turned around to look at him.
"Y-your own?" Both DG and Az stammered.
"Oh please." Glitch rolled his eyes and sat down. "Like a grown man in this day and age can't wear a litle eyeliner once in a while."
Az grinned. "That's okay, I've got you this time around, but you'll have to show me what you have."
"I'm lucky I have anything after the witch's cronies almost found it." He remarked and leaned forward. "Now what are you gonna do first?"
XxXxX
The three made their way to the realm of the unknown arm in arm, Az, Glitch and DG dressed to the freakish nines. They found the portal and went inside. DG and Glitch found to their surprise that not only did they not find trouble, it seemed that they were normal... at least they were dressed up as normal. Ozma only knows what could happen in their regular clothing.
Az sifted through her pockets and made sure she had enough coppers, silvers, golds, and platinums and as a show of gratitude for allowing her to come out, she paid entry for all three into the club she let DG choose to take them to. They were obviously sisters, as DG had stumbled upon a place that Az knew well. Once they were inside, the music became odd, rhythmic, animal almost. "The bar's over there," She pointed to her left to a giant bar with almost anything they wanted to drink behind it. "The coat check's over there." She pointed to the opposite side of the establishment.
She tried to think on it and couldn't remember anything else until she walked away. With her back turned, she added: "And the bathrooms are over there." She raised her hand and pointed straight ahead to where a dim light led down a hall to the separate facilities. She headed down that hall but did not go into a bathroom. Instead she went to a back room that looked similar to the bar in the front.
"Hey Az! I was hoping to see you again this weekend." The person behind the bar smiled a little at her. "The usual?" He asked. It seemed he was sweet on her, but it could have been the beverage.
"Make it a double, Sarel." She sighed. She paid him the amount plus a few coppers for his smile. He handed her two glowing red phials and tucked one of them into her cleavage, taking back half of the other and stuffing that into her pocket after putting the cork back in it. Her smile bloomed just as easily as her pupils suddenly dilated. "Thanks."
She ventured back into the main room and found her spot by one of the speakers, dancing as the next mix began.
Give... me... release
Witness me,
I am outside
Give me peace
Heaven holds a sense of wonder
And I wanted to... believe that
I'd get caught up,
When the rage in me subsides
DG and Glitch watched her for a bit, surprised at each individual that passed her by, hugged her, kissed her and was generally pleased by her presence at this establishment. They looked at each other and found some sort of solace. "No wonder she wanted to join us." DG said in Glitch's ear. The music was loud enough that to communicate took just that. Glitch nodded.
Passion, choke the flower...
'til she... cries no more
Possessing all... the beauty
Hungry still, for more
Heaven holds a sense of wonder...
And I wanted to... believe that
I'd get caught up
When the rage in me, subsides
In this white wave,
I am sinking...
In this silence...
In this white wave,
In this silence,
I believe...
Az was dancing hard. She was grinding, spinning, twisting her hips and in all other ways filtering out the cruelty of the rest of the frightened, unknowing world, and she looked like a rare black jewel twinkling in the sun. Her expression was one of bliss and her body seemed to follow suit in that expression with fluid, catching movements.
I can't... help this longing
Comfort... me.
I... can't... hold it all in...
If... you... won't let me
Heaven holds a sense of wonder...
And I wanted to... believe that
I'd get caught up,
When the rage in me subsides
In this white wave,
I am sinking,
In this silence...
In this white wave,
In this silence
I believe...
Glitch soon began to react to the music. It was causing synapses to fire that he would never be sure he had used before. Even without Az's magic phials... that he noticed a lot of people had around there... he was moving fluidly, finding that each snapping, popping, thumping rhythm was driving his body into movement. He didn't notice, once deeply into the rhythm, that Az was watching him as she danced from her little corner... longingly.
I have seen you,
In this white wave,
You are silent
You are breathin'...
In this white wave
I am free...
This was not ballroom dancing by far. He focused for a moment on someone spinning, writhing, twisting, gyrating in the middle of the floor and he began to emulate that. DG watched him dance. She was shy on the floor, but loved the atmosphere. Soon she meandered over to the bar to get
something to drink.
"What's all that red stuff people have?" She asked the bartender.
The bartender smiled. "New here?"
XxXxX
Glitch got nearer and nearer to Az and before too long they stood talking and dancing together. It was totally innocent and DG could see that across the room from the bar. He leaned in to ask her a question: "What is that red phial for?"
Az smiled so easily, he noticed. It was never that easy before. She leaned back in, slipping the full phial into his hand. "Half for DG and half for you..." Her eyes drifted closed and she began to dance again, one of her friends...
She had friends...
Came up to her and they began to dance nearby each other, holding hands as they did so.
It was like she was at home.
"What is it?" He insisted. She told her dance partner she'd return on the next set, took Glitch's hand and lead him to a nearby table. She pulled a chair close so he could hear her and she explained.
"The name of the club is called Red Emerald for a reason. It is named after what I just gave you... It's a simple herbal mixture that will make you forget all your worries, all your aches, pains, embarrassment, inhibitions..." She grinned at that, looking over at her friend across the room. "All this and you remain lucid to everyone and everything around you. This isn't the vapors, sweet face. You won't become addicted, and the only side effect is something of a hangover in the morning."
Glitch nodded, still dubious. "How long does it last?"
"Eight hours max." She replied easily. "I drink this almost every other weekend. As you've seen, I'm not fried from it. So gentle even a headcase can take it."
"It's hard to fry evil." He remarked under his breath. "Ha. Ha ha ha. How do I know you aren't out to hurt me or DG bodily? Again?"
Az stood at that. "It's unfortunate that when the witch had half of your brain removed, she subsequently removed all your early memories of me. I was RIGHT THERE like DG was all along. You took care of BOTH of us. That was NOT ME that hurt you, and now the task of realizing this is on your shoulders." She almost seemed as though she could cry, but she fought it. "Be as doubtful of me and as cynical of my intentions now as you want, but leave me out of it while you work it through." She straightened her smile and took the other half of that half-full phial, walking back over to her friend just as the next DJ set began.
Glitch got up and looked closely at the phial. She could have been right, he thought to himself. After all, she was really good with herbs. He stood and stashed the phial on his person, setting out to find DG.
By the time he found her, she had gone over to the coat check and had her top checked, underneath was what seemed a simple, ribbed, tight fitting black wife-beater style tank top. Until a glimpse of the back is caught and one sees that there is open corsetting all the way down the back, tied with a bright red ribbon that ends in a bow just below the small of her back. The bartender had given her a free phial, had explained to her what was in it using almost the exact same cookie-cutter explanation. She had it stuffed in her pocket and decided to first loosen up with a simple drink first.
She turned to Glitch, grinning, the appeal radiating off of her. She put her arms around him and kissed his neck, flicking her tongue out at one of the spikes on his collar. "Hey..." She mouthed to him.
"Hey." He mouthed back. His eyes were filled with stars just by the look of her.
"I've got this little red phial..." He leaned in and whispered. His hot breath on her neck made her bristle up against him.
"I do too... The bartender gave me mine."
Glitch stuck his hand in his pocket, feeling the still-cool liquid slosh about in the phial. "I got mine from Azkadee..."