The Remorse of Having no Remorse

Last night I dropped into the local meat market, a club called Zebub, as noxious as it's title infers and it caused me to believe all prospective club owners should invest in a dictionary before choosing "cool" sounding words as club names. So after my little interior chuckle I went to enter this club and was accosted by a stranger to our fair city. How did I know this person was a stranger? Because the poor fellow attempted to stop me at the door, as he was confused as to the veracity of me being fashionable enough to enter this establishment. I gave him a rather flirtatious look, which not only disconcerted the fellow but amused me greatly as I rather enjoy playing with the lesser beings.

He was asking me to move along and I winked and asked him if he liked his employment. He stated he would not be intimidated and went to offer my place to some painted up creature who then whispered the name Dubois in his ear. The cretin realised his mistake and bowed and scraped accordingly. I do enjoy playing with them while they pale in terror, I might complain alas I never do for that would mean setting my ennui asunder and I am far too indolent to bother.

As I entered this hub of noise and illusion I discovered my little minxie with her two vacant friends. How adorable she was in her disquiet I could almost taste her fear in the air. She was no doubt afraid I would join her for the evening and I could not disappoint so I sat beside her while gazing in open admiration at her satin skin. I wondered what it would be like to grab a handful of that thick hair and pull her head back and kiss her until I felt her trembling warm horror beneath me. She would send me surreptitious glances from the side of her eyes and I could sense her fear of my very being or perhaps confused as how her body betrays her mind. I had managed to organize my knee to be jammed up against hers, smiling as she quivered beside me when my irritating little cousin Elyce came in with the Vanderhag's minor son.

I do not mind what games she plays but when hers interrupt mine I am not amused and am reminded to reinforce my displeasure in her mind. The minor son looking somewhat harried and desperate, spied his dreary sister sitting with us and came striding over. The minute he noticed an anxious minxie he demanded a dance and the pair of them bolted off in mutual relief at being saved from a Dubois, leaving me to scowl at Elyce. My sweet cousin will have to cover this debt to me in an appropriate fashion or she will fulfill the role I had assigned to the minx and I know she was not fond of the games I tend to play. I knew that minxie was gone for the night so I ambled back outside and stood gazing at the doorman for a full ten minutes. His face went an admirable ashen so my night was not completely lost but how I do wish my remorse was more of a sated regret.

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