Delilah Moran's Story

"Welcome to the Ghoul, my handsome friend." Came a sultry voice from behind the bar. Delilah emerged from behind a scarlet curtain that lead to an employees-only section of the bar. The click clack of the woman's heels echoed through the relatively quiet bar. There were only a few patrons scattered about, mostly sitting in dark corners of the bar. She leaned over the bar in front of Guy, her ruby red lips smiling wide at the Korean.
"Haven't seen you around here before." She said as she eyed him up and down, her every action alluring and seductive. "I would have remembered you." She bit the corner of her lip, sliding a hand under the bar to grab a glass, placing it on top of a napkin. "What can I get for you, darling?"

His eyes narrowed slightly in reaction to the attractive woman's words. He was rather positive now he had the right place.
The male stopped in front of the bar and seated himself on a stool in front of the woman. Guy crossed his arms and leaned them on the counter, looking the flirty woman in the eye. A soft alluring smile naturally formed on his face in response to Delilah's words.
"Oh?" It was true though, this would be his first time at The Grinning Goul. She was smarter or at least more observant than some might think. Guy never found it in him to ever underestimate someone though, not unless he wanted to get killed.

The male took in every action and every word. Although he was smiling slightly, you could still see his stern, cold features. He always made sure to take care of himself and always stayed in shape and well, it's kept him alive all these years. The smell of expensive cologne was clear but not too strong to be off putting and his thin black hair looked naturally styled.
"Scotch on the rocks thanks." The Korean replied, straightening himself up on the stool. He may seem like a pretty boy but when work needed him to get ugly, he got ugly.
"Maybe you can help me out."

Delilah smirked, reaching behind the counter, plucking some cold stones from the freezer below, dropping them into the glass with a *clink*. "That's what I'm here for, darling." She said with a smile, turning to grab a crystal decanter from a high shelf on the bar. She returned, delicately removing the top from the decanter and poured a good portion of whiskey into his glass. After replacing the top to the decanter and setting it on the counter she leaned over the bar, propping her elbows on the counter with her chin perched in her hands. "No order is too tall, dear." She said with a wink.
Delilah was good at her job, that much was apparent. From the full tip cup that sat upon the counter to the gawks and stares of adoration that were directed at her from the other patrons present. But serving drinks wasn't her job. It was picking out the business opportunities from those that simply hung around to drink and gawk.

"Thanks" Guy casually grabbed the glass and downed half of the beverage before gently placing it back down onto the stern counter to speak again. Most might say he looked too professional to actually have the capability to even harm someone, but their judgement was far off, they usually learned that the hard way.
The male didn't look behind himself once to see the others in The Grinning Goul. No, he didn't need to look and study them all because he had already done so when he entered the building. Some seemed to have weapons, which was to be expected but they did not intimidate him. Some may definitely not even be human for that matter, but still, fear did not strike him. Whether they were big or small, everyone was equally challenging to him.
"I'm looking for someone who can take down someone fairly tough." He continued, sipping more of the alcohol. "Someone highly skilled, someone who can get the job done quick and easy. I'm willing to pay a high amount for this job." Guy finished the rest of the beverage, his eyes still fixed on Delilah's. He was here for serious business.

A ruby red grin stretched across the woman's face. She snickered slightly and shook her head. "Oh dear, I haven't got a clue where you'd find someone like that. I was talking about drinks, and creature comforts." She picked up the decanter and topped off the man's drink before turning away to tend to another nearby patron. A few moments passed, and just as it seemed that Delilah had forgotten about the korean man when she returned to refill his drink once more but placed a keycard on the counter in front of him as well.

"The room you requested, darling." She said, sliding the card to him. The numbers "1308" were prominently displayed on the card, along with a stylized logo for The Grinning Ghoul. "I'm sure you'll find the accommodations to exceed your expectations." With that, the lovely woman continued to tend to her work around the bar.

It was clear that she wasn't the woman to do the job but she most certainly must have met plenty of people willing to. "That's alright. If you happen to find anyone who might be interested, let me know. I'd very much appreciate it."
Guy's eyes shifted to the glass Delilah refilled; he picked it up and finished most of it but the keycard caught his attention. Placing the glass down once more, a slight smirk formed on his face.

The male gladly took the keycard and placed it into his pocket and stood up, removing himself from the stool. The same calm face with a hint of a smile bowed slightly to her, as it was a Korean tradition to show thanks this way, even a slight nod was good enough. "Thank you." Just before he left however, he left her a tip.

Guy's hands naturally returned to his pockets and he stood upright once again as he walked to find his temporary room. Once he had found it, he removed the keycard from his pocket to access the door to open, and entered.

From the doorway, a seemingly normal upscale hotel room could be seen. As the korean closed the door behind him, the optical illusion faded, revealing the fact that he was standing in an elevator-sized box. Several loud noises echoed through the small cabin as mounting clasps engaged, and the door locked behind him. Shortly thereafter the cabin shifted with movement as the room rocketed down a dark tunnel, lights streaking past the view port windows. The cabin finally came to a halt after a moment of travel, unloading him in what looked like a meeting room. A bar sat on one side of the room, along with stools for sitting. The room had a sweet aroma of expensive, exotic, or even alien perfume, it almost seemed to tickle the senses and incite almost a slight tingling feeling of euphoria. It was intoxicating.
A single shadowy figure sat in a leather chair in the center of the room opposite another similar chair with a small round table between them where a decanter of expensive brandy sat, along with two glasses, already filled with the amber liquid. The man's sharp, angular face was obscured by shadow, the glow of his cigar dimly illuminating his features as he took a drag.

"Sit." Said the man, his deep voice resonating throughout the room.

Guy must admit he was not expecting to be fooled by an illusion. Sure he new that the door would lead to someone to help him out but he had no idea that the room would actually be an elevator of sorts.
The male straightened himself and calmed his mind as it did shock him. When the cabin came to a stop, he felt forced out of it, causing him to stumble slightly, again he collected himself in what seemed to be a meeting room. It was quite intriguing how everything happened and how the cabin lead to such a place, quite clever he though.
Smells of different perfumes wafted through the air and intrigued his senses. He instinctively studied his surroundings before his vision locked on to the shadowy figure in the leather chair. It was now obvious, he had come to the right place.

Guy calmly made his way to the seat clearly placed for him to sit in, and seated himself calmly. He tried to take a good look at the man's features but the dim light made it hard to do so. He felt the need to stay silent, as a way to show respect.

The ornate, double doors of the colosseum creaked open, the sudden gust of wind created by the change in pressure whipping up the drapes and rattling the chandeliers, their crystals clinking together like finger bones, a roar high up in roof an indication of the rain that was plummeting down in great sheets from the charcoal sky outside.
A hooded figure stood in the doorway, his cloak billowing around him. And with the dull thud of his loafers on the polished, wooden floor, he made his way to the bar, swinging his long, twisted staff like a walking aid, even though he needed nothing of the sort!
With a long, sickle like claw, he tapped on the bar. “Excuse me,” he said to the barmaid in a well spoken, English accent; but with a voice like blackened steel. “I am looking for the owner of this place. I wonder, do you know where he is? I have… a proposition to make.”

Taking over The Ghoul had been surprisingly easy. The Boss was apparently away on business, and so all Tesslar had had to do was take over the barmaid’s mind and she had been most obliging after that!
His prisoners (seven Jellicle wives, five fairies, a Mithrall Swan, a rare Origin Fruit Bat, a handful of Pokemon and a blue roan Alicorn) had then been shipped in, in the dead of night, via a blacked out minibus, and were now safely housed inside their bullet and magic proof glass cages.
In slightly better spirits, Tesslar surveyed his new, grand surroundings and rubbed his paws together. It was time to prepare for the show! It was just a pity that he didn't have his star performer...
"Don't forget, this is only a temporary stop off!" he told the prisoners. "Tomorrow, we ship out to our new place of resistance. And I am sure you will find it to be most... comfortable...!" And he started to laugh. A long, low, evil laugh...!

“Good evening everybody!” the man in the dark glasses and trilby hat proclaimed to the modest group of individuals who had bothered to show up for the scheduled night. “Thank you all for coming. I, Cassius Countdankworth, will be your host for this evening. And I do hope that you enjoy your evening, while you let us entertain you! And don't forget your free shot to get the party started! Now, without further ado, I bring you: the marvellous, the magnificent, Grinning Ghoul Extravaganza...!!!”
The music began, and with a sweep of his long, black coat, the man (whose hair and beard was also long and black) picked up the microphone and began to sing.
As soon as he began to sing, beautiful women started appearing all over the club, some twirling around polls and others twisting through the crowd as they served out drinks. Every male in the room was truly mesmerized, and by the sight of one woman in particular: A busty redhead who was burlesque dancing onstage, salaciously attired in spiky shoes, fishnets and a tight corset (which was being held together by sheer luck alone!)
Soon she was joined by others and, as the audience members watched the show, transfixed by the staff that Cassius waved as he sang, not one of them noticed The Rats filtering among them, emptying their pockets…!

#”Ow!
Come on!
Yeah!
See-see-see-see-see-come on!
Would you please look at this mother next to me
Frontin' more booty than Peru got keys
Damn, if I don't get that
Wait right there and I'll be right back
Got a new trick in the back of my car
It's kinda like a movie but you're the star
Lights, camera, make a scene
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby
The Endorphinmachine
Yeah, go baby (Go baby)
Tippy, tippy, tin my friend or shall we begin?
Step right up and I'll strap you in
Don't be shy, this won't hurt a bit
Unless of course you don't believe in it
As sure as the dippy dippy wave of my 'do
You'll believe in somethin' before this night is through
Press one for the money, press two for the dream
And get ready for somethin' that you've never seen
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby (Go baby)
Tommy Barbarella, turn it on
Hold up, wait a minute
Ain't no good unless somebody else is in it
You there with the cynical disposition
Perhaps you'd like to join us in a mission
Of fishin' for logic in a think tank
Unless, of course, you're feelin' like a punk and take the bank
But every now and then there comes a time you must defend
Your right to die and live again, live again, live again
Get up, get up, get in
The Endorphinmachine
It's alright, baby (Go Baby)
Don't be shy (The Endorphinmachine)
Yeah, I ain't gonna hurt you
Go baby
Come on, come on (Endorphinmachine)
Well, I told ya (Go baby)
The Endorphinmachine
Go baby, go baby, go, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Don't make me!
Cass esta muerto
Cass esta muerto
Que viva para siempre el Poder de la Nueva Generacion!”#

Cuspid walked in on a burlesque show- and an odd one at that. It wasn't that it wasn't sexy - oh, it was. There was just something peculiar about the presentation. It was a chaos circus and there was a man with long black hair and matching beard singing on stage. What was he saying?

She lowered herself into a chair at a table way in the back by the door quietly and glanced up at the chandeliers. The intricate stoneworks. There was something in her pocket.

Faster than a whip, Cuspid grabbed the rat in her pocket by the tail and lifted it up to stare it blank in the face. She looked from the rat to the singing man, then to the rest of the crowd. Well wasn't this a fancy con. Some pied piper shit happening up in here.

With a twist of her fingers she attempted to snap the rats neck. She noticed it seemed to be armed- peculiar.