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"That's the spirit, little demon." Eros smiled and took the others hand in his own, slowly leading the younger out to the dance floor. Once they arrived, the councilman slowly turned and placed a hand on the others waist. For once, the strigoi's eyes were filled with life as he playfully stared down at the demon as they moved to the music.

"We'll see then," Finn said, the familiar not in any sign of a friendly mood in this getup tonight. He eyed Eros up again as he debated the offer, not sure if he entirely trusted it to be so innocent. But he could start with a dance at least and if things led to more, well... would he really complain about getting out of this dress? "I'd be delighted to dance with you," he finally answered, offering out his hand. "You lead, walk slow."

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"Oh I am very much a man of action." Eros said matter-of-factly. "Do you want to come with me, Danny? Perhaps I can show you just how much action I can provide." It wasn't a request but he let it sound like one for a moment before he turned to leave, gesturing over his shoulder with a free hand for the ghost to follow him. "Don't make me turn around." He said over his shoulder.

At that, his lips stretched into a grin. Danny knew he was conventionally attractive. It was how he got a good many of his marks back when he'd been free. It might be a detriment here, though, especially if a powerful elder councilman was eyeing him. But Danny could play the game. He could be nice. He could wait.

"Nothing wrong with it," he replied. "Just thought you might be a man of action."

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"Eh, they aren't wrong but I would like to see how cute when you are when you're less hostile." Eros noted that Finn didn't give him a response and instead of annoying him, it only fed more into the man's delusions. "I mean, I will accept a dance to start with. And we'll see how far we go after that, like the sound of that, little thing?"

"I've been told I look cute too when I'm angry," Finn grumbled, rolling his eyes at Eros. He didn't bother dignifying the councilman's delusions with a response; he lacked the energy to get into it with someone other than his owner tonight. He glanced over the strigoi, considering the offer. "Depends, what sort of entertainment are you lookin' for?" Fifty bucks Eros said sex.

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A slight pout formed on the master's face before being replaced by a grin. "Nothing, a shame." he hummed. Eros knew that there was more that the ghost wanted to say but was choosing to keep the information to himself, it didn't matter to him. He would get that information later on, he was in no rush.

"Is there something wrong with that? I mean you're very pretty to look at." He purred. Eros loved what he saw in Danny's eyes, the vast emptiness, the lack of any true emotion. It caused a fire to light in his stomach and the councilman wanted nothing more than to force emotion to light up the ghost's eyes.

He shook his head once. No, there was nothing he wanted to say to Eros more on the subject. Danny was a serial murderer but he wasn't stupid. He wasn't going to run his mouth and give the elder the excuse to do something extreme. He was still trying to even gauge what he was down here for.

"So are you just here to flirt with me?" Danny changed the subject. He held Eros' eyes solidly, his own so empty and vacant of true emotion. Even when he wrangled his sneer back into a pleasant enough smile, it couldn't touch that curling darkness behind those baby blues.

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"Perhaps you should work on being more cheerful. You'd look cuter without the hostility." Eros smiled and met the demon's eye when the smaller of the two turned to look at him. "Are you sure you haven't? I feel like you're lying to me." Finn was most likely telling the truth but Eros didn't care if he was, in the strigoi's mind. Everyone missed him when he wasn't around. "Do you want to entertain me tonight, pretty thing?" He purred.

"It's a default setting," Finn grumbled, glaring at Eros still out of his peripheral vision as he watched the strigoi circle him. He narrowed his eyes into a suspicious squint, not sure he actually believed that compliment to be genuine like he suspected from everyone else tonight. Frankly, he thought he looked downright ridiculous all dolled and dressed up like this. That sour look returned on his face and he jerked his head away after Eros pinched his cheek. "Right now, I've not missed you, Romanov."

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"Such a shame." Eros replied with a slight pout, glancing at his wrist in the familiar's hand and he chuckled. "Come now, why so hostile?" The councilman asked as he circled the smaller man, eyeing the other like a piece of meat before stopping in front of the demon. "You look good, very good." Reaching up to pinch the boy's cheek before pulling away so Finn couldn't snatch his wrist again. "Miss me, little demon?"

Finn growled deep in his throat, glaring hot at Eros as he snatched the councilman's wrist before it could any closer to his head. He could still move his arms better than his legs in this thing constricting him. It would be so easy to light Eros up with hell fire right here and now... not fucking worth it though considering his current situation. "I'm not twirlin' for you," he said sternly, letting go of the other's arm. "You have legs, you want to see the whole thing, you can circle 'round." That was as much of a compromise Finn was willing to give to the man who held no claim or power over him. Not unless he chose to get Gareth involved.

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Clicking his tongue against his teeth, he shook his head and smiled down at him. "now now now, little demon. Has your master not taught you any manners? No wonder you get punished so much." The strigoi smiled and reached down to rub at the fabric of the others dress with two fingers. "Oh I would like to see you try to hurt me, Winchester." His smile turning into a sinister grin as he eyed the other behind his mask, he wanted the familiar to give him a reason to punish him. "Now, twirl." His hand coming up to tug at the others hair just to be a little shit.

Finn's eyes immediately narrowed at Eros behind his mask. It might've been a minute since he had the pleasure of seeing the strigoi, but tonight wasn't much of a pleasure for him now. It'd been a long day before he shuffled into the ballroom, the familiar started getting ready earlier this morning just for one fucking night. Was it the worst thing Gareth could have done to him doing all this shit to him? No. Yet maybe getting whipped again wouldn't have been so bad...

"Absolutely fuckin' not," he scoffed, rolling his eyes then. He could already barely move in this dress. "Don't make me hurt you, Romanov."

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Valentine's Day was never a holiday that the Strigoi got behind, having never really celebrated or participated in the festivities but decided that this year, he would at least make an effort to show his face. So, after changing into a black and red suit, the tall councilman made his way downstairs to join the rest of his kind and the inhabitants of the castle.

In the hall, Eros's eyes scanned the room, silently judging some of the outfits and masks that others had picked out. When his eyes found a familiar figure, the strigoi nearly spit out his drink when he saw what they were wearing. Unable to resist himself, Eros approached the smaller man and let out a playful laugh as he looked down at them. "You look lovely, mind giving me a twirl?" He asked, his blue eyes locked on the familiar.

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"Is there more that you want to say on the subject, little slave?" Eros asked with an amused smile on his face, seeing that Danny had bit back the rest of what he wanted to say. The look that the ghost gave by raising his shoulders high enough that it touched his ears and smiled, he shook his head. The look was definitely disarming.

Eros's own lip curled up into an evil grin, an almost silent challenge for Danny to take. "That's the spirit. That was easier than I expected but I guess some of you slaves are secretly good little things that just need to be guided."

"Of course you don't," Danny replied before he could stop himself. He bit his tongue on what wanted to come next. Of course the councilman, of course the powerful one, didn't think this was a shitty situation. The ghost's smile stayed perfectly where it was as he tilted his head and shrugged until his shoulder touched his ear. It gave him a coquettish look, a disarming one. It was what Danny thought looked innocent.

At the reminder that his situation would remain for what would likely be a long time, his smile warped into something more like a sneer. It curled his lip meanly, made him bare his teeth. His next words were gritted through them, trying his best to be patient.

"I guess I'm just gonna have to, aren't I?"

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"I guess that depends on where you're standing since I don't consider this a shitty situation." The elder replied with a simple shrug and continued to examine the slave in front of him. Of course Eros had read the file on the ghost in front of him but the strigoi was a visual learner, feeling that the reports generated by the council and the hunters lacked details that mattered to him.

Eros noticed the flash of amusement in the others eyes and it only made the councilman grin in anticipation at what he had planned for the other. "Oh I don't think your circumstances are going to change anytime soon, best you can do is just accept the reality that you're in and make the best of it."

Danny tilted his head the other way at Eros. He knew him from sight. How could he not? Eros was one of the eldest that sat on the council. Danny wasn't the most caught up on the goings-on of the different council members but he at least knew who most of them were. Even still, his attitude didn't change. He lounged back and kept up his little smile.

"Oh, you know. Just making the most of a shit situation," Danny answered. He stretched his arms above his head before letting them drop into his lap instead. His eyes flashed with something else, maybe amusement. He didn't think there was any master or person who could possibly rent him who was capable of doing worse things to him than he'd done to other people. If Danny had ever had the money and access to a castle like this one? He would have been a fox in a veritable hen house. He still sort of considered himself one among the slaves.

"No use in wasting my energy on something I can't change. Not now, anyway."

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The councilman had been subject to bouts of boredom recently and was hoping to put that to an end with a trip down to the undercroft. What the talk councilman was looking for, he couldn’t tell you but he’d know it when he saw it. Several of the slaves down here the councilman had entertained and while they were interesting, he wanted something different. Something he hadn’t tried before which resulted in the man going deeper into the undercroft than he previously had.

It was through this deeper dive that he found Danny and he paused to stare at the ghost, an eyebrow cocked. Everything about his body language screamed jovial and friendly but Eros noted the other’s vacant eyes and the plastic smile, which was what drew the tall man in. “You seem quite…. accepting of your current situation, why is that?” Most slaves were terrified or anger for being here, but not this one.

“Well, aren’t you just a beautiful sight to see?”

Danny grinned up from where he was lounging in the common room of the Undercroft. He flopped his open book over his chest and stretched out leisurely, reaching up above his head before tucking his hands neatly behind it. It left his body language open, comfortable. His knees spread almost as if in a tease before one leg crossed over the other, his foot jiggling slowly.

The ghost looked perfectly at home despite only having been here for a few weeks, frozen in his corporeal shape thanks to the power negating collar around his pretty neck. His jet black hair fell just so, a curl attractively curling over his forehead. A wide smile stretched plush lips, his cheeks dimpling. On the surface, he seemed in the best of moods for a new slave. He seemed jovial. But if one were to look just a little closer, there was something off about Danny. His smile was plastic, his eyes vacant of true emotion. He was good at pretending there wasn’t a deep-seated nastiness inside him that was constantly clawing to get out.

He tilted his head, smile remaining, “To what do I owe the pleasure of your undivided attention, my guy?”

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Eros was aimlessly walking around after another boring council meeting, trying to kill some time before he went back to his suite. It was while he was aimlessly wandering that he heard that a familiar face had returned to the castle and the councilman had to confirm for himself if the rumors were true or if it was just castle gossip.

Entering the little shop, Eros's eyes were locked on Taryn and his lips curled up into a wide smile. "So the rumors are true. You have returned." The tall man said as he walked into the shop still wearing that wide smile. "Did you miss me?" he teased.

As much as Taryn had once associated Krovs with things that scorned him, restrained him, kept him still, he now found it to be comforting to be back in the streets of the town. Papers in hand with letters in the day's he'd been out of town assisting with the rescue and rehoming of animals affected by the battles nearby, he came home ready to continue his small little shops mission. Train animals. Save animals. Find them good homes. Taryn was in his own world when he looked up as he entered, bell jingling at the door and there was someone standing there waiting. "Hello." He greeted quietly. "Welcome. What can I do for you?"

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"Oh I doubt that it is wrong." Eros replied with a wide smile and raised an eyebrow when the councilman requested the name of his source. "I have my informants, just as everyone else does." The tall man answered and ran his digits through his dark locks, his usually cold eyes flickering with playful amusement as he stared down at the smaller man. "So what else have you been up too? Anything worth my time?" Eros asked with a wink and crosses his arms over his chest. "I'll even settle on gossip at this point, I haven't had fun in ages it feels like."

Lucien's eyes narrowed at the Greek councilman who actually called him by his correct title without having to be reminded. Eros was usually so antagonistic to him the ghoul was on the defensive instinctively and instead found issue with what he said prior. "And what's that supposed to mean?" Lucien knew exactly what that meant. "Perhaps what you learned is wrong. Being a ghoul does not mean I'm a familiar, I could be any number of demon types." Not that Lucien knew any number of demon types, but what Raphael and Raiden were off hand. "Furthermore who did you get this information from?"

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The strigoi had been away from the castle to attend to his duties back in Greece and had only recently returned to the castle. Despite having been gone for some time, Eros still kept up with all the chatter regarding the castle and its inhabitants. It was through a series of letters that Eros learned that his favorite little Frenchman was now a familiar. It was a shame that Eros hadn't been there for when it was discovered, he would have delighted in teasing the councilman about it.

When Eros saw Lucien in the halls of the castle, the strigoi gave the smaller man a wide smirk as they approached. "I had to return home to deal with several issues, but I've returned and I've learned that you've had quite the time while I was away." Eros smiled and looked down at the councilman. The power that Eros was radiating was purely unconscious but he if it was brought up he would claim that he was doing it on purpose. "Thank you Dr. Gaudet." he replied.

Lucien was settling into his new species as much as he could and everything that came with it. He never saw himself as subservient, but the line of questioning in how things would have worked with his former sire and himself still nagged at the back of his mind. There was no way to ever get an answer from the man he once devoted himself to with him turned to ash, the one he upended his life after his death and was still slowly repairing the relationships he'd systematically ended out of a stubborn loyalty.

Magic was still a subject he wasn't the most fond of. Something he was reminded of when he spotted the councilman of Greece at the end of the hall. It didn't go unnoticed the other had been missing from the castle. Lucien hadn't inquired where he was, enjoying the peace of his absence having a notion the strigoi would know, without having to be told, he was a familiar. The grin showed Eros did, in fact, see him and Lucien wasn't going to back down. He strode towards the strigoi with all the confidence he didn't have reminding himself not to start anything on fire, a problem he'd had more often lately.

"I wasn't sure you'd return." Lucien found his voice was much softer when they drew closer to each other. He wasn't expecting the way he could feel Eros' power. His eyes roamed over the strigoi as if he was seeing him for the first time wondering if Eros knew he was doing it or if it was unconscious. "Welcome back, Mr. Romanov."

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Eros wasn't a fan of the rules put in place that prevented him from punishing a slave to the extent that they deserved. "Such a pretty face, I'd hate to ruin it." he purred, speaking to nobody in particular. "I wonder if the doctor could fix you up if I decided to bend the rules a little. I hear he's a skilled healer, but is he skilled enough to fix your face?" An evil grin formed on his face and he gripped the others skin firmly in a hand. "I said open your mouth, boy." He ordered and dug one of his sharp nails into the others chin, breaking skin.

Was Dair scared? Yes, but he wasn't about to let the councilman see that fear. He watched Eros carefully, his eyes flicking from the other's beautiful features to the blade in his hand before meeting his eyes again. His whole body stiffened at the feeling of the knife against his cheek, the cold metal resting against his lips. That definitely wasn't good. He knew that masters had rules too, and he couldn't do anything that was permanent and couldn't be healed, but he wondered how much councilmen gave a shit about that rule. The thought of disobeying again did enter his head, but would that make it even worse? "Whatever you're thinking about doing, don't," Alasdair said quietly, his brow furrowing softly.

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Eros let out an annoyed sigh and stared up at the other. "I didn't know that you like pain so much." the master replied as he stood up and picked up a knife off a nearby table to approach the other. "Let's play then, shall we?" he asked as he tapped the knife thoughtfully against his cheek as he stared down at Alasdair, bringing the knife forward, he pressed it against Alasdair's cheek softly as he traced down to the man's lips with the blade. "Open your mouth." Eros ordered.

Standing in front of the vampire with absolutely no intention of doing as he was told, Alasdair stayed still and silent, his jaw set tight in anger. "Do I look like a 'good boy' to you? You think I'm gonna do what you say just because you threaten me a little?" Alasdair challenged, knowing it likely wouldn't end well for him, but he wasn't going to roll over and take it like an obedient little lap dog. "You want me naked, you'll have to do it yourself," he stated, his gaze fixed on the other's.