The beat started with a rhythmic strut.
It was a song Draven had personally picked for the occasion—axe-related threats to the DJ notwithstanding.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
And with every beat, Draven thrust his axes suggestively on diamond studded grindstones set on the stage, the sparks adding to the glamor of the stage along with the red lights and the smoke machines.
When the crowd of women saw who their surprise act was, it was mostly deafening cheers that met his ears.
But he also saw that some of the ladies there—champions who had professed their distaste of him—did not applaud and were instead red-faced.
Draven was not fazed at all, and his signature smile only grew wider.
By the end of tonight y'all want a piece of Draven.
The opening beat finished, Draven set himself to 'work' and strutted his way to the front of the stage, spinning his axes seductively.
'I'm just a bachelor
I'm looking for a partner
Someone who knows how to ride
Without even falling off'
He tossed both axes high, embedding themselves in the ceiling, cutting scarlet silk curtains to reveal a giant disco-ball that Draven had purchased for his act, all the while gyrating his hips seductively to the beat.
The crowd cheered louder, and Draven knew he was getting to them.
'Gotta be compatible
Takes me to my limits
Girl when I freak you out
I promise you won't want to get off'
The spotlight was on him where it belonged, and Draven could only imagine his elder brother's reaction to this new glorious feat of Draven would be like.
'If you're horny, let's do it.
Ride it, my pony'
At the refrain, Draven thrust his hips and suggestively eased off the studded leather belt he wore with what he thought was a winning smile and pose, grabbing his crotch with his free hand.
'My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it'
Ovaries were exploding left-and-right as far as Draven was concerned. The bawdy catcalls all but drowned out the music and the cash was starting to rain down in droves.
The Glorious Executioner started to run his hands over his body, licking his lips for the next run of the refrain.
'If you're horny let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it'
"DRAVEN! DRAVEN! DRAVEN!" the women cheered in sync with the beat.
Draven then got down on the stage, rhythmically thrusting his hips on the floor as he slid closer to the riot of females, winking at Lux who turned red as a beet and flashed a slightly embarrassed but flattered smile.
He didn't miss the look of lust in the young blonde's eyes though.
'Sittin' here flossing
Peepin' your steelo'
Sending one hand down to his crotch, he began to undo his bowtie with the other—and his teeth—while continuing to wave his body to the rhythm of the song.
'Just once if I had the chance
The things I would do to you'
Without missing a beat, Draven tossed the scarlet tie to the crowd which promptly scrambled over it. When he saw the victor of the momentary tussle, he had to fight a laugh.
"YOU I LIKE!" Illaoi shouted, slowly touching one of her ample breasts with a muscular hand.
The feverish priestess then licked the red, Draven-drenched tie, lustful eyes straight on the gyrating Executioner on stage.
At another time, Draven would have been slightly embarassed.
Slightly.
But here was a level of Draven that Draven himself could never have thought he could achieve.
And Draven liked it.
'You and your body
Every single portion'
Draven ground lower to the ground, teasing the ladies—slowly and surely taking his vest to his waist—before whipping it off in a way only Draven could.
The whoops and cheers only grew wilder if that were even possible.
An open mouthed Fiora was stroking the metal pole she had stood beside.
Caitlyn and Vi were fast making out and feeling up each other—but their eyes were locked on his strong, bare chest.
Shyvana was fast fanning herself, out of breath & glowing with lust that threatened to burn the club's shag carpet.
Sona, who had commandeered the DJ table in the back, bit her luscious lips and threw Draven a hungry look.
Poppy was throwing mounds and mounds of cash onto his stage while cheering "DRAVEN! I LOVE YOU!" randily.
'Send chills up and down your spine
Juices flowing down your thigh'
The now bare-chested Draven even saw the Widowmaker in the crowd lick her hand before placing it in her pants.
She wants a taste of Draven...and suddenly he got a brilliant idea while licking his lips and running his hands through his hair.
With a skilful backflip, the Glorious Executioner leapt into the front of the stage to raucous applause, and took the hands of the two lucky women who promptly squealed in delight as he led them on the very front of the stage just in time for the next refrain.
'If you're horny let's do it
Ride it, my pony
Draven let Katarina and Ashe have their way with him, running their fingers and bodies on his to the seductive beat and bawdy ovation that probably could be heard all the way to the Fields of Justice.
'My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it'
Kissing both the platinum blonde bombshell queen of the Freljord and Noxus' fiery redheaded vixen in the lips, he led the breathless ladies off stage—not before earning a few thousand credits down his pants.
'If you're horny let's do it
Ride it, my pony'
The crowd suddenly pushed a blushing raven-haired beauty to its front with raucous cheers and laughter to Draven's delight.
Saucy...
Vayne was blushing fiercely, with her ample breasts heaving and that leather catsuit of hers somewhat unzipped at the top.
She was also adamant on being staunchly anti-Draven.
We'll see about that, Draven thought, smiling and looking at Vayne in a way that made the Night Hunter's knees go weak.
'My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it'
He carried her off to the stage before she could resist and guided her slender hands seductively to his pants while gyrating to the song.
"TAKE THEM OFF! TAKE THEM OFF!" The crowd demanded, drowning out the music.
He heard her breath hitch when he winked.
'If we're gonna get nasty baby
First we'll show and tell'
It dawned on her that Draven did want her to rip his pants off.
'Till I reach your pony tail, oh
Lurk all over and through you baby'
Unable to control herself, Vayne obliged right on cue, revealing a diamond-studded black leather thong under his tight pants and the grand bulge that beheld itself to countless gasps and squeals of female pleasure.
Bras and panties began to rain down on the stage in addition to cash.
"Oh...my...GEMS!" he heard a man squeal from the crowd, and saw out the corner of his eye that Taric collapsed in a heap of lust with a big smile on his face.
All the girls want Draven, and some men too!
'Until we reach the stream
You'll be on my jockey team, oh'
Before Vayne could gather herself, Draven locked his lips in for a kiss, taking her into his arms and bringing her down to the floor, thrusting his hips between hers.
'If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony'
Vayne then exploded—all that pent-up sexual frustration—flipping a nearly naked Draven on his back while she indeed rode his leatherclad, diamond-studded pony to the song with a rare and sultry smile on her face.
'My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it'
Well now, that's a good surprise! Draven thought as he thrust in sync to hers and ran his hand down her sweaty, voluptuous chest and perfect abdomen, her catsuit having come undone dangerously low.
Lady, YOU are getting some Draven tonight! he promised, pleasuring Vayne to the cheers, the red lights and steamy rhythm.
'If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
'My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it'
Draven was hard beyond imagination and he was loving it.
Here was his prize, his applause, and a vast crowd of ladies who wanted some Draven for themselves.
Oh yeah...Draven WILL do them all...WITH STYLE! he smirked and kissed Vayne again on the lips to the beat as ovaries exploded in pleasure and envy all around him.
'If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
'My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it'
Darius did not know what he was feeling as he and a flabbergasted Talon left the XXXquisite, Draven at their heels.
It was a peculiar mix of fury, indignation and embarrassment.
He wanted nothing more than to slam his face on the flat side of his axe at that moment.
Repeatedly.
When Draven finally caught up to the two—thankfully putting a pair of pants back on at least—he was loaded with cash and kiss marks.
Darius also saw that his younger brother's bare chest was all but tattooed with phone numbers written in lipstick.
He promptly groaned in exasperated disgust when he saw his brother cheekily flash a smile and cocky eyebrow at him.
"Bro, I gotta hand it to you," Draven bragged, "you get some bright ideas when wasted!"
No. Please. Stop.
"By the way, I just got offered a full time slot at the XXXquisite, all thanks to you! Best show they ever had! If you want, we could make this a double-act and finally rub that big frown off your face!" Draven laughed.
"Well...Shauna's waiting for more...Draven tonight. Think about that deal big bro, wouldn't you?"
And off Draven went with a strutting spring in his step and a characteristic Draven grin on his face.
"How the hell are you two related?" Talon said after a long silence, looking at the distance where his two adoptive sisters strolled out of the club with gleeful smiles on their faces.
"You tell me," the Hand of Noxus sighed.
Footnote: the song is "Pony" by Ginuwine and featured on the film Magic Mike. Hope you enjoyed it!