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The Playhouse at first glance is such a marvelous building, even the show room has been decorated in such care that it is hard to imagine there could be anywhere in the building could be different.
But appearances can be deceiving, as everyone, especially everyone in The Playhouse knows. Located in the basement of the grand building is a dark place, where slaves fear and most of the Free avoid unless they are more of brave heart.
The training room....

If you are interested in becoming a trainer, please pm me and you will be added.

Head Trainer- Soari

Sei awakens rubbing his head. How had he gotten here, this place looked like some sort of sadistic playroom. Sei reached into his pocket and pulled out his dagger. Sei started to walk around the room looking for a way out

Yreva stood tall as she watched the slave and his rather odd actions. A shackle seemed to be magneticily drawn to his ankle, which she found bizzare, but she found it odd that he had not only been left here without restraints, but with a weapon as well. Her heel tapped the floor in mild frustration as she slowly approached the young man, remaining a good two feet from the shackle's limited reach.

"State you name," she ordered as she folded her slender arms at her shapely chest, her head tilted to the side as her brillant amber eyes investigated the would be pet.

She dodged it simply enough, but such a transaction could not be ignored as easyily. "How dare you..." she chuckled as if amused as she turned to pick up the dagger and drew closer as if daring him to try something else. "I should break your wrist for even thinking about throwing this, but the fun I'll have while teaching you proper manners will surfice. Now, tell me your name lest I simply call you by the dog you are."

"Feh..." she scoffs only a moment before she meets him with a rush and her right hand shoving itself into his face, pushing back and down. Due to the imbalance, she forces his head to the ground with a burst of strength, the back of his head hitting the floor with a profound 'smack', as she now kneels beside his laying body. She's quick to stand and place her right foot at his chest, the heel of her boot digging into his skin. "Do you yeild, dog?"

"Pity I'll have to mangle this fine body you have, but..." she gave a low growl as she smiled a predatorial like grin, slipping a horse's crop from her thick leather belt that chimed with its chain links. "All dogs have to be beaten now and then." She removed her foot before taking a step back, a swift lap of the leather from the crop reddening his cheek as she barked orders. "Yeild, dog!"

"..." Yreva's leg flexed with the sudden pain, but she laughed in amusement. "You dare to drink the tainted blood of a devil, dog?" she chuckled before her other leg bent at his back to pin him, face down to the floor. She flinched as his fangs were torn from the flesh of her lower leg but she was quick to bind his arms and wrists behind him as she knelt upon his midback. Her blood trickled to the floor, so deep in its crimson color that it was almost black, as her long fingers knitted through the back of his hair and pulled his head back. "I hope it tastes good. It's said to have intoxicating effects when taken, pet," she growled with a rather dark chuckle. "Now give me your name!"