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There didn't appear to be a dresscode for the club, but Bela always chose something which suited the purpose of a meeting, be it for business or pleasure. She's opted for a slinky dress with some nice heels to match, hair and make-up perfect. After being in Los Angeles for work, she was looking for a chance to relax before she had to conduct another client meeting in another major city; there were times when being a professional thief for hire was particularly demanding.

Still, the pay-off was worth it.

Bela walks into Lux with an air of confidence, taking her time to look around the establishment. It's busy for mid-week and people seemed to be enjoying themselves. From her initial impression, it looked like it was well-run, and it gave off a fun and relaxed atmosphere. She also liked the decor and the layout. Bela knows she could spend more time having a closer look around, but she's here to meet someone.

"I'm looking for the owner." She asks the bartender after grabbing their attention. "Is he around?"

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The bartender, an incredibly attractive and confident-looking young man, smiles at Bela graciously. "You mean, it's not obvious?"

Of course, just then the club music drops away, and a hush falls over the place as a spotlight illuminates... a baby grand piano, seated at which is a tall, dark and handsome stranger. The bartender gestures at him. "You're right on time."

Lucifer's fingers stroke the keys, and he begins playing, his voice rich and filling up the room with a classic.

"Birds flyin' high, you know how I feel, / sun in the sky, you know how I feel, / breeze driftin' on by, you know how I feel, / it's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life for me, / and I'm feelin' good..."

The audience is rapt, and when the song finally ends, he soaks up the applause with a confident grin, his gaze seeking - perhaps no one in particular, just enjoying the attention, returning the appreciative glances of the more attractive people in the room.

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Attractive staff members seemed to be a common theme here, but maybe that was part of the whole aesthetic of the club. She looks over to where the bartender indicated.

Like the other patrons, she is fully drawn into the performance, watching and listening in silent awe. He's got a wonderful voice, and the accompaniment of the piano only adds to the overall experience. Bela finds herself swaying a little with the music, familiar with the beats and the flow of the song.

She joins in the applause with enthusiasm when the performance comes to an end, smiling widely. He's got them eating out of the palm of his hand, and she has to believe that part of the reason why people came to the club in the first place was for him. After the audience finishes clapping, Bela chooses that moment to go over and make herself known to him, coming to a stop beside the piano.

"Good evening." She greets him with a warm smile. "I really enjoyed that. I couldn't take my eyes away."

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“Thank you,” Lucifer says graciously, charming grin fully in place as he turns the full force of his charms on her. He extends his hand.

“Lucifer - Morningstar. A pleasure to meet you.” It’s always a pleasure to meet a beautiful woman.

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Bela takes his hand in hers, not minding the charm one bit. He had such a lovely smile as well, and it puts her at ease.

"A pleasure to meet you too, Lucifer." It's not a common name, but somehow, it sounds fine coming from him. "Bela Talbot. I contacted you yesterday and you invited me to this rather fabulous club."

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“Oh yes, of course!” He looks delighted, and not at all fazed that a total stranger contacted him (it happens often, of course).

“I’ve always had good instincts there. Let me get you a drink. Are you new in town? Wanted a glimpse of the Devil himself?”

His smile is sparkling, and despite the fact that numerous clubgoers - women and men alike - clearly would like some of his attention, at least for the moment it is all on Bela as he leads her toward the bar. He, of course, makes no secret of being the devil. Most who come to Lux are curious, think he’s crazy, or just don’t care - because he is desire incarnate, and his reputation precedes him.

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"I am actually in town for business." She replies, allowing him to lead her to the bar for a drink. "When I got here, I heard rumours about a hot spot that was said to be owned by the Devil. I had to satisfy my curiousity."

Bela was no stranger to the supernatural, so his very existence didn't faze her at all.

"Love the name of the club by the way." Said with a grin before she looks over at the drinks available behind the bar. "I wonder if there are many people who know its translation."

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“Hah!” He chuckles, as the bartender approaches. No matter how busy Lux gets, the boss is always taken care of immediately.

“Most people can’t be bothered to do a simple Google search. This day and age, you have the knowledge of countless generations at your fingertips, in your pocket at all times, and what do you do with it? Cat videos, and porn. Though I always approve of the latter.”

He graciously allows Bela to order anything she likes, and a glass of Scotch is poured for him.

“So, am I everything you expected and more?” He asks. He leans forward, ostensibly to hear over the pulsing music, but also, you know, to flirt. To touch her elbow, share her space, get a whiff of her perfume, enjoy the sparkle in her eyes. Lucifer drips charm and desirability.

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"It's such a tiny screen though." Bela comments with a smirk. "The porn seems hardly worth it if one has to squint to see the good parts."

She orders a martini, and it isn't long until the drink is placed in front of her. Talk about service.

"Well, I suppose the term 'handsome devil' is true, now that I've met you." She relishes in the attention that he's giving her, the charm and the flirtation. Responding to it comes very naturally to Bela, so she allows him to get into her space and give her little touches. Her fingers brush the inside of his wrist as she leans in, taking a sip from her drink.

It's an excellent martini.

"You've got style, a great voice and a delectable charm. I expect there's more."

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There is almost nothing Lucifer enjoys more than hearing himself complimented, especially by a beautiful woman, so if Bela wants to keep his attention, she’s definitely going about it the right way.

“I assure you, there is much more,” he purrs, making the innocuous statement into a blatantly sexual one. “As I’m sure there is much more to you than meets the eye, as well.”

In a sexual way, of course. He trails a finger casually down her arm, a light touch, calculated to send goosebumps rippling over her skin. “I’m only surprised you’re here alone,” he adds. “It must be by choice, yes?”

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The purr makes her smile, knowing what he was hinting at. "Oh, you have no idea, darling." Bela replies with a grin, taking another sip from the martini - it's impossible to put down.

She hums softly at the touch, liking how it felt against her skin. "It's purely by choice, yes." Bela tilts her head at him, meeting his gaze. "I could have anyone I wanted in this club, or I could have brought someone with me."

It's spoken with confidence and charm.

"And yet, I chose to spend my time with you."

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“Undoubtedly,” Lucifer agrees. He likes and appreciates confidence, and Bela has every reason to be. Even among the crowd at Lux, she’s strikingly beautiful. “It seems we chose each other this evening.”

His hand drops to her knee. Not groping, or feeling her up, just warm and inviting as he takes another sip from his glass. “Tell me,” he murmurs, catching her gaze, holding it, “what do you desire?”

It’s a compulsion, but a gentle one - she can try to resist, as she’s undoubtedly strong and complicated enough to attempt it, but she won’t be able to for long. If she even wants to. Perhaps she’s already eager to tell him what she desires.

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It's like something is pulling at her mind to share what she wants after he asks the question - something deeper than a basic desire. Bela knows what she truly wants, a thing that no one could ever give to her, which is why she had to take matters into her own hands.

She tries to resist that pull to tell him the dark truth about her situation, how difficult it's been for her. The more she resists, the harder it becomes for Bela to stop herself from speaking.

"Freedom." The word comes out easily, much to her surprise and confusion. "I want to unburden myself and feel alive."

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Lucifer only looks more delighted at her answer. “Of course you do,” he murmurs confidently. “And you deserve it, too. Fortunately, you’ve come to the right place. No one values freedom more than yours truly.”

His hand does inch upward, then, a little higher on her thigh as he leans in closer. Almost close enough to share breath, if they want. “And there are any number of things I can do to make you feel alive, just say the word.”

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Her breath hitches slightly when his hands moves up her leg, watching him as he comes closer; she leans in to graze her mouth against his, just enough to entice before pulling back slightly. "There are?"

She wants to forget about everything that is running through her mind, and if he could do that for her, then she knows what to say.

"I think I would like that. Have you got somewhere more private?"

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“Mm.” He lets that light kiss tingle through him, his eyes dropping to her lips, her breasts, her legs. Oh yes, she’s going to be delightful.

“I do indeed,” he murmurs, finishing off his drink, then offering her his hand. “My penthouse is right upstairs, and has incredible views of the city.”

Not that he thinks she’ll be spending much time admiring the view once they get there. She’ll be far too busy admiring something else.

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"Of course you have a penthouse." It's a gentle tease, but she has no qualms about spending more time with him in a more secluded and luxurious location.

Bela takes his hand, leaving her martini at the bar - it seemed likely that he would have more alcohol upstairs, and probably just as good quality as it was down here.

"How long have you been in Los Angeles for?"

Despite their intentions towards each other, she would like to get to know him a little better.

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It’s with practiced ease that he leads her up the stairs, to his private elevator.

“Oh - nearly five years, now,” he answers her easily, hitting the button and taking the opportunity to slide his arm around her waist. “And where do you hail from?”

He’s less interested in personal information, but he’ll make small talk until they’re alone, anyway.

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"Enough time to set down some roots and make something for yourself."

Which, in his case, was the club and everything that seemed to come along with it. He was definitely successful, given the amount of people Bela saw tonight
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"I'm from England originally, although I did move to the States a couple of years ago."

She leans into him while they wait.

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“Indeed.” Well, he has Lux, certainly. Maze, too. All the drugs, booze, and sex he desires, with whomever he wants, whenever he wants. Whether he has “roots” likely depends on what your definition of “roots” is.

“I haven’t been to England in eons,” he says easily. “The past century or so, America has been much more fun.”

And then the elevator doors close, and Lucifer gently, inexorably, presses Bela against the wall, covering her mouth with his in a searing kiss.

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She much prefers America now, wanting to leave England behind without looking back.

There is barely time for Bela to protest when he pushes her against the elevator wall and kisses her; she immediately responds to it by deepening the kiss, sliding her arms around his neck to pull him even closer to her.

If this is how he was going to play, she was absolutely going to follow his lead.

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Lucifer is single-minded in his desires - and has never seen any point in delaying things when he's decided. Why sit around chit-chatting when they're both here for one reason? And she certainly won't regret it.

He kisses with the confidence borne of long experience, and the skill to match. He tangles one hand in her hair, his other hand sliding down her side to her hip, keeping her pinned between his body and the wall as his tongue expertly explores her mouth. He only breaks the kiss when the elevator dings and the doors open on his sumptuous, modern penthouse, a bar, Italian leather sofas, and another baby grand piano gleaming in the dim mood lighting. He grins, tugging her forward.

"Told you the view is great," he murmurs, his eyes raking her body once again, hand sliding around to cup her ass through her dress.

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Her hands slide down his back to feel him through his clothes (quality suit, she notices) and she pushes back into the kiss as much as possible, groaning against his mouth. It's heated and it feels good and it's everything that she could want. Maybe she could end up learning a thing or two from him after tonight.

From her brief look at the penthouse, she's impressed, and not at all surprised to see both a bar and a piano - ideal items to entertain a guest with, when they weren't busy with other things.

"Looks damn good from where I'm standing." Bela smirks, giving him a slow and deliberate once-over before stepping closer, settling her hands at his waist. She can feel the warmth of his hand through the thin material of her dress, and it's something Bela very much appreciates.

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Lucifer chuckles faintly. "I know." Hey, he doesn't lack for ego.

He's already stripping off his jacket, tossing it on the aforementioned Italian leather, and then he's pulling her close again, more kisses, nipping at her lips almost playfully. His hands unerringly seek the zipper of her dress - he does love this part, like unwrapping a particularly sexy gift.

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She smiles against his mouth between the kisses and nips, hands quickly reaching for the buttons of his shirt to pop them open, pausing to give him a chance to relieve her of her clothing. The underwear she's got on matches the vibrant red colour of the dress, but the bra is strapless - the best fit for what she's wearing.

As for her shoes? They'll need to come off too, lest she tear a hole in the very nice dress.

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While kissing and tugging at her clothes, Lucifer is steering her gently but inexorably toward the two steps leading up to the bedroom. It's simple enough, then, to nudge her to the mattress as he kneels before her, lifting one exquisite leg to remove a shoe - and then the other, his touches light, teasing, calculated to send shivers all along her nerves. A well-placed brush of his stubbled jaw has the same effect, he's found, and he makes use of that, too.

"Let me have a look at you, darling," he murmurs, tugging at that dress to get it off her.

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The bedding is soft and luxurious, and it doesn't surprise her at all, given his rather lavish tastes in decor.

But she isn't really that interested in that right now, focusing instead on those light touches and how they make her skin tingle; on the careful attention he's paying to the removal of her shoes and the scratch of his jaw against her bare skin. Bela makes an appreciative sound, closing her eyes for a moment.

When she feels a tug, she happily shifts her body to accommodate the removal of her dress, hoping to make it easier for him.

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He explores her, with his hands and his mouth. Teases at the edges of her underwear, kisses along her ribs, then up to her neck, then her mouth. The pleased rumble he makes, low in his chest, should let her know how good he thinks this is.

He doesn't join her on the bed, however, instead dropping to his knees and pulling her closer to the edge of the mattress, spreading her thighs to make room for him, for his mouth on the soft skin there, fingers wandering.

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It’s enough to entice, but it also leaves Bela wanting more. He knows exactly how to rile her up, make her feel wanted and desired; the feeling is mutual, and she wants to show him that in return the moment she gets a chance to.

For now, she is fine with letting him take control, put her where he wants her to be. The light sigh she lets out at the feel of his mouth and his fingers near her inner thigh is her permission for him to continue. Not that she was going to object.

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He teases around her panties at first, fingers and lips ghosting over her skin, over the silky fabric between her thighs. Certainly he's enjoying the way she shifts, the little sighs and sounds she makes for him, and he draws it out a bit.

But not too long, since Lucifer is always one for indulgence. He finally tugs aside the fabric and licks a stripe along her folds, groaning at her taste. Divine, he murmurs, almost to himself, because he can't resist the urge to blaspheme.

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She hums softly when his tongue brushes against her, hand reaching to grasp the sheets below, fingers twisting in the fabric. The groan from him also gives her a pleasant sensation and Bela is fairly certain that no one has ever described her as divine before. She didn't mind it of course.

Bela does hold back from moving too much, but her tiny sound of want lets him know he's doing everything right.

It's just the beginning, but already, it feels really good.

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He wastes no more time, hooking her knees over his shoulders and diving in. The thing with Lucifer is that he literally invented cunnilingus (along with a few other things), so to say he's a champ at it is an understatement.

His tongue teases along her folds, then finds her clit, dancing around it lightly as he presses a finger inside.