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Zeltros
Capital City
Peppercorn Panazza Nightclub
Early Evening
Zeltros had pleasures for everyone, clubs often mirroring that lust for life. Today's serving, triple flavored desert of everything you could want, yum, everything that was Zeltros to nibble right up.
As Nightlclubs went Nato thought Panazza was fab. Middle floor was playing lively calypso, hot, pink and nibble-worthy; Pana's upper floor was red peppercorn spicy, full wham bam, playing hard core drive; on the ground floor she saw black peppercorn, heavy Isotope music, groovy deep base line. Every floor was decorated to match that theme, red, pink and then black, with different diverse crowds huddled on each.
Vibrant throughout, streaming colors and wild lights, Pana attracted a crowd of partygoers typical of Zeltros, definitely with pronounced clothes and colors, even some with barely anything on. As long as people were having fun, no taboo held up here.
Pana had two rules, have fun, and don't mess with the Zehuni Brothers. Big bad brothers, Zeltrons that ran things looking down from above high up in their penthouses, they liked their fun, making sweet money down here. Providing sensory devices, sensory substances, entertainment, anything and everything to their floors below. Today waiting for their special shipment of equipment, among it a small but valuable new prototype to try from [member="Tiam Bai"]'s cargo hold.
Pink Peppercorn Floor
Lost in throngs of bodies, a petite Kiffar girl tried to edge through these crowds, they were always too tall! Shiny black hair resting down her lace, one shoulder black dress. Partially see through, her covered lace arm was patterned with a wild looking Kiffar design, dress cutting off above her knee’s, and finishing with her hem sharing her arm's design. White stilettos gave her badly needed inches of height, balancing white accessories, thin fragile bracelets, and mezi earrings contrasting her black. That free bare arm was risky for Nato, always feeling incomplete lacking her race’s tattoos. Maybe [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] was rubbing off on her a bit. Just act don't over think.
“Hrrmmm… okaies, time for fun.” She popped her lips, slipping one foot in front of the other, smug little expression on her face, ready to party. Only without [member="Fyor Nayus"], nobody was here to carry her home, meh, whatever she'd fly. No really, she was going to totally steal [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] secret for flyin' and stuff, y'know, well she was gonna ask or something
[member="Tiam Bai"]
Capital City
Peppercorn Panazza Nightclub
Early Evening
Zeltros had pleasures for everyone, clubs often mirroring that lust for life. Today's serving, triple flavored desert of everything you could want, yum, everything that was Zeltros to nibble right up.
As Nightlclubs went Nato thought Panazza was fab. Middle floor was playing lively calypso, hot, pink and nibble-worthy; Pana's upper floor was red peppercorn spicy, full wham bam, playing hard core drive; on the ground floor she saw black peppercorn, heavy Isotope music, groovy deep base line. Every floor was decorated to match that theme, red, pink and then black, with different diverse crowds huddled on each.
Vibrant throughout, streaming colors and wild lights, Pana attracted a crowd of partygoers typical of Zeltros, definitely with pronounced clothes and colors, even some with barely anything on. As long as people were having fun, no taboo held up here.
Pana had two rules, have fun, and don't mess with the Zehuni Brothers. Big bad brothers, Zeltrons that ran things looking down from above high up in their penthouses, they liked their fun, making sweet money down here. Providing sensory devices, sensory substances, entertainment, anything and everything to their floors below. Today waiting for their special shipment of equipment, among it a small but valuable new prototype to try from [member="Tiam Bai"]'s cargo hold.
Pink Peppercorn Floor
Lost in throngs of bodies, a petite Kiffar girl tried to edge through these crowds, they were always too tall! Shiny black hair resting down her lace, one shoulder black dress. Partially see through, her covered lace arm was patterned with a wild looking Kiffar design, dress cutting off above her knee’s, and finishing with her hem sharing her arm's design. White stilettos gave her badly needed inches of height, balancing white accessories, thin fragile bracelets, and mezi earrings contrasting her black. That free bare arm was risky for Nato, always feeling incomplete lacking her race’s tattoos. Maybe [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] was rubbing off on her a bit. Just act don't over think.
“Hrrmmm… okaies, time for fun.” She popped her lips, slipping one foot in front of the other, smug little expression on her face, ready to party. Only without [member="Fyor Nayus"], nobody was here to carry her home, meh, whatever she'd fly. No really, she was going to totally steal [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] secret for flyin' and stuff, y'know, well she was gonna ask or something
[member="Tiam Bai"]
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