The Velvet Fang

Tonight, the city's neon glow bleeds into a single, pulsing ruby heart—The Velvet Fang. Tucked behind an unmarked alley in the red-light district, its presence is hinted at only by the faint, rhythmic thrumming of a bassline through the cobblestones and occasional ripples of laughter, too deep, too sensual to be entirely human.

This isn’t just any nightclub; it’s a secret, members-only haven for the anthropomorphic community—a place where vore in all its forms isn’t just accepted, it’s celebrated. Sexual fluidity runs rampant, and a constant, thrilling undercurrent of danger and decadence weaves through every velvety shadow.

No law reaches this place—only unspoken rules and a fragile, thrilling balance between predator and prey.

While the doors are open to anyone brave or curious enough to step inside, those who do quickly learn the club’s ultimate, unspoken truth: not everyone walks back out.

Pushing through the heavy, unmarked door, you’re enveloped by The Velvet Fang’s intoxicating embrace. Deep red lighting bathes every surface, creating a perpetual twilight. Velvety darkness clings to corners, broken only by the flickering glow of ornate chandeliers hanging like jeweled eyes from the ceiling.

Music pulses through the walls—a slow, sensual rhythm early on, building to a primal, heavy beat past midnight. The air is a heady mix of exotic pheromones and rich incense, underscored by a faint, metallic, coppery tang—the scent of prey that didn’t quite make it home.

The usual smell of alcohol is laced with something arcane; potions and enhancers are available on request, and sometimes, for the truly audacious, without asking.

The Bar: Obsidian Promises A curved obsidian counter, polished to a gleaming shine, dominates the space. Behind it, rows of rare liquors glint beside vials filled with glowing, unidentifiable liquids. Bartenders, with knowing smiles, serve more than drinks. Some offer potions that subtly—or drastically—alter size, scent, fertility, or, most enticingly, digestibility.

“House specials” are themed after different vore types, with whispered rumors that some are mixed with… recycled guests.

The Stage: Primal Theater The true heart of the club after dark, the stage is a crucible of raw instinct and performance. Nightly shows feature live vore acts—predators swallowing willing (or eager) prey whole, in front of an aroused, cheering crowd. Sometimes, the prey is regurgitated at the end, reborn from the depths. Other times… they are not.

Dominant performers—graceful pred dancers, hypnotic serpents—often invite members from the crowd onto the stage, a perilous honor. Signing a waiver is, of course, optional. Special events include “Double Stuff Night,” “Reverse the Chain” (where prey consume predator), “Potion Roulette,” and the infamous “Open Mic Devour.”

Bathrooms: The Red Rooms Infamous among regulars, the bathrooms—dubbed The Red Rooms—are dimly lit and unnervingly quiet. Often a one-way entrance, rumors swirl of prey disappearing mid-break, slurped into waiting maws from unseen predators, or lured into stalls by predatory cocks offering seductive warmth… and no return.

Occasional wet squelches or muffled groans echo off the tile, and the janitors here are notoriously well-paid and trained not to ask questions. Sometimes, condoms are found—knotted, squirming, or filled with liquified prey—left behind or tossed in bins as unsettling trophies. A glory hole in the stalls may beckon, but it often signals a death sentence by cock vore.

Private Rooms: Discreet Devourings Rentable by the hour and utterly discreet, these soundproof sanctuaries offer various amenities for personalized encounters. Options include bondage racks, mirrored walls, heat enchantments, soft digestion pools, or even suspended animation tanks. Some rooms feature one-way viewports, letting guests watch others—or be watched themselves.

Guests can sign a “mutual consent waiver,” or, for a higher fee, waive consent altogether, embracing the full thrill of the unknown. Surveillance exists here, but only for Silas’s eyes.

Predators and prey mingle freely, an intricate dance of desire and danger. Colored wristbands at the entrance clarify roles: red for pred, blue for prey, purple for switch.

Consent is a murky line here. Most patrons live for the thrill of being almost gone—or just barely safe.

Disrespecting staff or breaking the unspoken rules results in ejection… or worse.

“Marked” prey—those rare souls who survived digestion and reformed—are considered prized delicacies by aggressive predators.

Silas maintains a delicate ecosystem. Those who stir real trouble, upsetting the club’s unique balance, often find themselves forced onto the stage, whether they want to or not and Staff members at The Velvet Fang are also participants in the club's unique ecosystem. They can be eaten or can eat others, depending on their personal badge They are here to facilitate the smooth running of the club and its events. Dancers, for instance, are skilled in handling the unique needs of both predators and prey, offering seductive dances or subtle advice. However, sometimes servers will get hungry, and it's not uncommon for them to discreetly devour the prey they are serving.

Club Owner & Bartender: Silas “Slick” Vellori Age: 38 Gender: Male Species: Anthro Cobra Sexuality: Pansexual Appearance: Silas’s shimmering black-and-gold scales shift and flow in the dim club light. His long, muscular body is impossibly elegant, often coiled behind the bar or draped across his custom velvet couch in the VIP lounge. His slitted eyes glow faintly, shifting between red and gold depending on mood or light.

Clothing: He wears a sharp, tailored obsidian vest with subtle gold accents, paired with a crimson silk cravat. Accessories include a snake-bone ring and, for flair, a monocle. For rare stage appearances, he dons a black satin cape with striking red lining.

Personality: Smooth, charismatic, and just a little sinister, Silas speaks in a slow, honeyed drawl, as if he knows far more than he lets on. A skilled manipulator who respects paying guests, he thrives on intrigue and indulgence.

Backstory: Silas founded The Velvet Fang after leaving a high-society life where vore was forbidden. Now, he runs it as both sanctuary and hunting ground, depending on who’s asking.

Kinks: Power play, seductive domination, consensual and semi-consensual vore (oral, cock, anal), hypnotic teasing, and potion-enhanced encounters.

Voice: Deep and silky, with a faint, almost imperceptible hissing on S sounds—like a blend of a nightclub jazz host and a stage magician.

Abilities: Master hypnotist, venom that induces euphoria or deep sleep, expert potion crafter, adept at stage magic, and a formidable negotiator.

Flaws: He sometimes underestimates truly desperate prey. His loyalty can be bought, but never cheaply. Occasionally, he’s a bit too indulgent.

Goals: To keep The Velvet Fang thriving as the city’s most exclusive and notorious club, maintaining the delicate balance of pleasure, danger, and discretion that defines its legend.

Fears: Law enforcement attention, rebellion within his ranks, and most deeply, losing control of the club’s profound secrets.

Likes/Dislikes: Loves live performances, discovering rare prey, and experimenting with unique potion ingredients. Detests disorder, disrespect, and broken contracts.

Relationships: Friendly with regular predator clients, protective of staff, wary of inquisitive prey. Rumors say he once devoured a rival club owner.

The Velvet Fang - The Ultimate VIP Vore Night Club

Silas Vellori rules The Velvet Fang with a forked tongue and a velvet smile. Behind every drink he pours and every stage act he announces lies a secret… and maybe a missing guest or two. Step inside—if you dare. Just remember: at The Fang, you're either on the list… or on the menu. ✦ Reformation Bracelets: Your first stop beyond the heavy velvet entrance is the bar. There, you’ll choose your role for the night: Pred, Prey, or Switch—and be offered a Reformation Bracelet. Prey are strongly encouraged to wear one if they value seeing the sunrise. These arcane-charged bands restore you after digestion—eventually. Be warned: those without them are fair game for final meals, and some patrons have no intention of letting you respawn if you reform, there is a specialized reformation machine located in a back room. The reformation bracelet activates this machine, sending the stored DNA to it and precisely recreating the person. An attendant always waits with a towel and some clothing, as individuals reform without any attire.

✦ Lounge & Bar: The main floor is awash in low red light and murmured temptation. Plush velvet seating wraps around obsidian tables, where preds and prey negotiate their next encounter over glowing cocktails. Silas himself presides over the bar, mixing drinks with practiced ease and the occasional splash of something… otherworldly. Potions that shrink you, make you irresistible, or increase your chances of sliding down someone's throat are available if you know how to ask.

✦ The Stage: Each night, as the club hits peak hours, the velvet curtain draws back to reveal The Fang’s infamous live shows. Expect sultry pred dancers, hypnotic lamia charmers, and public vore acts that blur the line between eroticism and consumption. Some prey wriggle free to cheers—others become part of the show permanently. Signature nights include “Bottomless Belly Bingo,” “Oral Obsession,” and the always controversial “Voluntary Victim’s Night.”

✦ Bathrooms (a.k.a. “The Red Rooms”): Dimly lit, always humid, and echoing with something more than water, these bathrooms are a well-known club legend. Some prey never make it back to their friends, leaving behind only a soft moan and a filled condom tied shut in the trash. CV, oral vore, and surprise snatchings are whispered about but never confirmed. After all, what happens behind the stall door… becomes club property.

✦ Private Lounges: Available by the hour for a steep price—or a favor. These rooms come tailored to taste: bondage racks, digestion baths, hypnotic ambiance, or mirrored ceiling panels. Some offer two-way glass viewing into other sessions. Whether you're looking to feed in peace or be fed to, the private rooms are where fantasies are fulfilled… and memories erased.

Behind the velvet curtains, you'll find more than drinks and music. Live performances blur the line between pleasure and peril, private rooms whisper of forbidden indulgences, and the bathrooms… well, let's just say not everyone comes out flushed. Whether you're prey, pred, or just curious, there's a place for you here—if you can handle what lies beneath the surface.