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"I love any type of worship." Charlie trills, and had the implications of the botanist's words been that he'd rather sit and tend to his various plants as a means of worship, the priestess would have been just as delighted. "Well, we'll make sure you're nice and warmed up before you begin, then. Wouldn't want you to pull anything." She laughs, bouncing her eyebrows at him before fleeing through the archway and into the club.

Without hesitation, Charlie downs the drink. It tastes tropical for a moment before bright fire descends down the back of her throat. Laughing at the sensation of it, the priestess too instantly finds her way into the rhythm of the music. The sequins and sparkles on Mateo's jacket make it look as though tiny rainbows are exploding all around her shoulders as she sways and shimmies.

For a moment the wild blue of Mateo's eyes is caught in a streak of light from the stage such that as he tilts her chin up towards him, he'll find her all but drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Only out of habit does she rise onto her toes—not that it makes much of a difference in the heels she's wearing—kissing his mouth with the same energy that her body swayed to the music. Sliding one of her hands against his back, Charlie grasped greedily at the back of his shirt not seeming to mind at all the sea of bodies that continually swayed against them.

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"Bold you to assume I am not already very warmed up," Mateo trills, before their bodies are all but writhing to the music and the lights, and they are inexorably drawn together in other ways. Even as the rest of the dancefloor jostles and sways around them, it feels fast and slow at the same time such that there's no clumsy clacking of teeth or biting of lips (not unless it's intentional, and Charlie will find the botanist all too willing).

His hands slip beneath his jacket to graze against her curves, fingers corsetting her waist as he draws back and the tempo of the song picks up. "This is more like it," he says, his head bent towards her ear to allow her to hear his voice, and he grasps her hand to draw her into an elegant twirl in spite of whatever other rhythm the crowd is following. If it isn't evident already, Mateo marches (or dances, as may be the case) to the beat of his own drum, and it's only as someone offers them both a crimson bead of snapdragon that he slows his movements that he might sample it from someone else's mouth.

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Mateo will find the material of Charlie's sundress rather slippery beneath his fingers, almost like silk, but with a grittiness that suggested it was a good deal cheaper. Her body, the likes of which he'd seen for himself in the bright sunlight, all but melted beneath the botanist's hands as if the pair might inhabit precisely the same place on the dance floor if only they moved in just the right way.

"I've never heard music like this before!" Charlie says with a laugh as she twirls away from Mateo, only to flow right back to him. Indeed the magically amplified sound and the spray of lights was entirely new to Charlie despite the way she seemed to acclimatize to it all instantly.

As the red pearl of snapdragon was presented on the tongue of a tall red head with titties the likes of which Charlie had never seen, she momentarily abandoned her hold of Mateo so that she could place both hands on the cheeks of the woman to draw her down. Their kiss was short, but before releasing her the priestess whispered something into the red head's ear which was met with an immediate nod of agreement. Reaching down the front of her dress Charlie removed the two nipple tassles she'd bought earlier in the night and then quickly put on and handed them over. With their combined efforts, quickly the red head was removing her shirt to free her tits which were now bearing golden tassels. Glancing over her shoulder at Mateo, Charlie raised a brow as she nodded towards the girl, clearing looking for his input.

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Luckily for Charlie, Mateo is a material man only insofar that he likes his own things - whatever the priestess is wearing is more than suitable in his opinion, and could only be improved upon if she were wearing less of it. Momentarily distracted by the snapdragon flooding through his veins and the hands of the tall, dark haired man he'd received it from, by the time he glances back around for Charlie, he momentarily believes she's gone.

Fortuitously, she's only hidden behind a mane of red hair and a pair of very, very fine tits, and as the pair (of women, thank you) turn to glance at him, his eyes positively light up to see the tassels in full swing - and bounce, and jiggle, thank you. "Bellissima," he hisses his approval, stepping in closer that he might marvel at the redhead in a more tactile way, and though his hands sample the generous curve of her breasts, his eyes remain on Charlie the whole while as if to ask for her input this time.

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Charlie's eyes are all the more blue for the way her pupils have contracted, as if seeing the world suddenly bathed in kaleidoscopic lights. Biting at her lower lip as Mateo reached out for Red's Most Excellent Tits, though her head nodded slowly, her approval (and arousal) was immediate. "Come dance with us!" The priestess shouted, her chin lifted as if it might help her voice to carry. Glancing between she and Mateo, Red considers only for a moment before turning to the botanist and dragging him to her. He'd find that her mouth tasted of cinnamon and that her kiss was infused with even more snapdragon. Her hands were greedy, grasping, searching, stealing as she attempted to distract his senses with the quick wit of her tongue and the impressive force that was her body.

Watching this display with flushed cheeks and fingertips dying to be involved, Charlie watched the way Red's fingers dipped into one of Mateo's back pockets and removed a package of something. Frowning, the priestess snapped her whip across Mateo's ass to discourage the behavior and perhaps delight the botanist in the process.

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It likely comes as little surprise that Mateo finds himself the subject of theft fairly often, such that the drugs he keeps on his person are either in harder to reach areas, or he only carries the cheap stuff in plain view. As such, he's almost inclined to believe that it's a fair trade for Red - she gets his sub-par snuff and he gets a kiss filled with cinnamon, snapdragon and fire (not to mention a very lovely pair of titties) when the crack of a whip has him jumping in surprise.

Especially as it grazes his ass like that.

"Naughty, naughty," he tuts to Red, snatching back his little package of powder and shaking his head as if disappointed. Then, dropping back to stand with Charlie, he reaches out to caress her whip as if it's the first time he's seen such a thing. (It is not).

"You must show me where you learned how to do that," he tells her, and clearly the rest of the rave has lost his interest now.

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Charlie, who'd always seen drugs carried around in small boxes or within rings, was utterly delighted to see Mateo with his own supply right in his back pocket. Even as Red tried to lift it from him and found herself immediately chastised for her efforts, the ancient's smile hadn't faded one bit. "Maybe another time." She says with a shrug, before giving the tassels one final flicker with her fingers and turning her back.

Spinning around and consequently into Mateo, the little blonde drapes herself against him as she curls an arm around his shoulders. "I'm very good with whips." She purrs, though the botanist would likely have to read her lips thanks to the music still blaring around them. With movements made fluid thanks to the snapdragon, Charlie peers up at Mateo with unfettered delight before her lips close around an O of surprise.

"The stars!" She exclaims suddenly, her face lighting up. "I forgot, I wanted to see the stars!"

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”Of that I have no doubt,” Mateo purrs right back at her, hazy blue eyes watching her lips as she drapes herself against him, and he forgets all about the weapon (of pleasure or pain) in her hands to let his arms slip around her waist instead. He’s about to suggest a place or two within this very fine establishment where she might be able to show him her skills in a much more intimate scenario, only for her to entirely beat him to the punch. 

”The stars?” he repeats, taking a moment of consideration before he flashes Charlie a bright and dimpled grin, grasping her hand and giving it a gentle tug as if to lead her off the dance floor (and out of the rave entirely). ”I know just the spot! We need to get you up to the Spyglass.” He says it as though it’s something mysterious or secret, but the reality is that it’s likely just closed at this hour. 

Not much is really closed when you have parents like Mateo’s, though, and he’s confident in his skills.

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"The stars." Charlie confirms in a somewhat singsong voice that has her eyes sparkling in the dim light. Taking his hand and clutching his fingers tight in order to keep them from being separated amidst the pulsating sea of bodies, the blonde follows the botanist from the rave with thoughts of ancient star patterns and myths filling her mind.

As they exit, Charlie takes a few confident steps out into the street as she tips her head back and takes a deep breath. Exhaling in a loud rush, she turns toward Mateo, beaming. "That was amazing in there. Can we go again sometime?" Her tail floats behind her like the wag of an eager puppy as she beams up at him. "That was I can get my outfit right." She adds, before adjusting her hand in Mateo's by threading her fingers through his instead of just clutching.

"So..Spyglass? Is it very far?" Not one to complain because she certainly wasn't a complainer, what the priestess was, was uncomfortable. Even a brief stint dancing in her new shoes had the balls of her feet aching, so if the Spyglass was far she might just try and beg the botanist to carry her.

Shifted, of course.

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”Wasn't it?” Mateo laughs and turns on heel as well as they are spilled back out into the cool night air, the botanist inhaling deeply and letting it out again as if he might be able to fit all of Stormbreak within his lungs if he just tries hard enough. ”We can go back whenever you like - just come and find me up here and I will make sure there is a party waiting for you.” An easy promise for a place like the silk houses, of course, but it doesn’t make it less true.

As their fingers lace Mateo of course gives Charlie a little twirl until she is hugged against his side, allowing him to lean down so they are cheek to cheek. ”I do not know how far far is for you, but it is up there,” he says, pointing to the sparkling observatory that towers overhead; albeit quite some distance away, for those logical enough to realise it. ”Would you like me to get us a ride?”

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"Purfetta" Charlie says with a grin, her nose crinkling as she winked coyly up at the botanist.

Mmmm, it's a good point on Mateo's part--that distance was relative --and as he leans down, Charlie unconsciously wraps an arm around his neck before curling her fingers up into his hair to give him a little scalp massage as she considers. "No, that's totally fine, it's just..." Twitching her lips, the blonde tilts her face until the pair are practically kissing again given how she keeps them pressed together. "..normally I wouldn't even say anything but these shoes are new and I haven't worn anything like them in centuries.." Frowning, the priestess huffs under her breath.

"I can always shift, into something really small so I'm no bother, I just.." Shrugging, Charlie laughs. "Well, you'll have to carry me and the conversation."

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Smiling automatically into the arm she slips around his neck and the way their lips are almost touching as they speak to one another, Mateo’s brows narrow furrow to hear that all is not entirely sunshine and roses with their plan. Tilting his head, at first to Charlie and then down at her feet, understanding dawns on the botanist’s face even as he straightens up from her. ”I see. Well in that case we had better swap footwear, hadn’t we? It has only been weeks since I last wore something like this, rather than centuries.”

Already he is leaning down to remove his sandals (he’s already wearing fishnets under his pants too, it’s fine), stepping out of them and holding a hand out expectantly for the boots the petite Ancient has donned for the evening. They are just as likely to look good on him as her, he reasons, and besides, one can’t be storming around the city in the middle of the night with uncomfortable footwear. It just isn’t the done thing.

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"Are you sure?" The little blonde wonders, but then Mateo is already slipping himself out of his sandals, and if Charlie is worried at all for how the botanist plans on fitting his feet into her boots, she doesn't given any sign. Instead she undoes a series of clasps and buckles before stepping out of them and instantly shrinking a good 6 inches.

"Ooooh, I like those." She purrs, pointing to the crisscross shapes across his feet. Fishnets in Charlie's time had only been that, and never before had she seen anyone wear them unless they'd been accidentally bound in them while fishing. Sliding her feet into his sandals--they were too big such that her steps would be accompanied by the slap slap of the bottoms against the street--the priestess sighed with obvious relief to have her feet horizontal again.

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”Ah, you do?” Mateo grins, wiggling his fishnet toes to her before going about slipping on her boots. ”Tomorrow we shall have to take you shopping. Stormbreak has the best boutiques in Caido, if you ask me.” And of course the botanist will only get himself the best, so Charlie can trust that it’s true. In the meantime, it’s with a lot of creativity and wiggle room that he clasps and buckles his new footwear.

And yes, Mateo does have to stand on his toes even before he’s in the shoes to get them to fit, but whatever. He’s high and drunk enough not to feel it, and they are delightful boots to strut around in. With a toss of his curls as he straightens up, he offers his hand back to the (even shorter) Ancient and begins to click away in the direction of the Spyglass.