“Not much on the menu tonight, is there,” a cold hard voice made its way over her shoulder.  She spun around on the stool to see the smaller woman, head shaved, slide her leather-bound body onto the next stool.  Everything she wore was studded, from the gloves that shed small flecks of dried blood, visible even in dim barlight, to the dildo harness.  One could only guess how many piercings she had beneath the leather. She wasn’t about to find out, she wasn’t in her menu either.

            She shrugged and took another drink.  “Not much,” she answered without inviting further conversation.  You never knew who you were dealing with in a place like this.  Sometimes you got a domme-baiting butch anxious to prove her toughness.  She didn’t know her or her alliances so she wasn’t eager to engage on any level.

            “Not soft enough for you, are they?” The butch continued, sucking on a cigarette and blowing smoke toward the ventilator fan.  She downed her shot and slammed the glass down on the bar to get the sub’s attention.  It worked, she quickly had another shot in front of her, but she left it there for now.

            “What make you think you know anything about what I want?”  Her eyes narrowed and she raised her head enough to make the little woman know that yes, indeed, she was looking down at her.

            “ ‘Cause I can smell it on ya,” she turned away, stubbed the cigarette out and lit another one.  “Rage has its own scent.  So does cruelty.  You can’t cover it up, no matter how much leather you wear.  And you got the smell of both.” She turned ahead and gave her a chilling grin.  “I like that in a Domme.”  She added.

            She put one foot on the floor and levered herself up, making sure the little cunt knew she was taller on the floor than she was on the stool.  The butch held one hand up, rubbed her lips with the other.  “Hey!  I didn’t mean it like that.  I just meant I respect a woman who appreciates the edgier side of play.”

            She sat back down, reached for her drink and downed it, flagging the bartender for another.  “So…what’s your point?  Or do you even have one?” she glared her eyes cold on purpose.