[ It's not a secret what Blondie is - Blue's establishment has never been anything but a whorehouse, plain and simple. Fancier than most, with dancing and glitz and glamour. When Blondie dances, sometimes she can even pretend she's not here. She can give it her all and pretend she's a star, not sucking some asshole's dick and not getting a single gil for it.
She's not dancing tonight, though. Blondie is entertaining someone off-handedly: the guy is Amber's usual, and Amber needs just a bit of help wrangling his particular drunk ass in the direction of a warm bed and a warm body. She waves to the other as they disappear through a door, catches a look by Blue himself, and then makes eye contact with a gorgeous silver haired girl who has a face built for sin and a body built for battle.
She won't have to fake it for this one, she's sure. ]
Only if you join me. Can I get a name to go with the drink, peanut?
[ Peanut is enough to make her laugh, hoarse and full-throated. Oh, she likes this one already. ]
Aranea. Gotta say, nobody's ever called me peanut. How much to make it a bottle of something, a room to share it in, and the night?
[ The whole night. It's extravagant, especially since it's sure as shit not going to take her the whole night to do what she wants to get done and she won't stick around after, but hey. A fair trade, probably; give a pretty girl a paid night off if she wants it, and if she wants to double-dip then she probably needs the extra cash. ]
Arenea. [ Blondie drinks the name in, a smile on plump lips, and doesn't bother to hide the once-over she gives with a giggle. She's lucked out today: not only is Aranea attractive, but the entire night is more than usual.
She really wouldn't mind a couple rounds, not with how pretty her eyes are. ]
You can call me Blondie. [ Ironic, considering she's dark haired and tanned, quite a compliment to the other's pale features. She stands up, unashamed, and swings her leg around the other girl before sitting on her lap, straddling her and running an index finger along her collarbone. ]
You want me for the whole night, it's gonna cost a bit more, but I promise I'll make it worth your while. [ She giggles, pleased, and leans in to whisper the price in the other's ear. She's not like Babydoll, not the prized posession, but she comes damn close. When she leans back again, it's to put her hand on the other's jaw. ]
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Date: 2017-04-16 11:14 pm (UTC)She's not dancing tonight, though. Blondie is entertaining someone off-handedly: the guy is Amber's usual, and Amber needs just a bit of help wrangling his particular drunk ass in the direction of a warm bed and a warm body. She waves to the other as they disappear through a door, catches a look by Blue himself, and then makes eye contact with a gorgeous silver haired girl who has a face built for sin and a body built for battle.
She won't have to fake it for this one, she's sure. ]
Only if you join me. Can I get a name to go with the drink, peanut?
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Date: 2017-04-21 09:51 am (UTC)Aranea. Gotta say, nobody's ever called me peanut. How much to make it a bottle of something, a room to share it in, and the night?
[ The whole night. It's extravagant, especially since it's sure as shit not going to take her the whole night to do what she wants to get done and she won't stick around after, but hey. A fair trade, probably; give a pretty girl a paid night off if she wants it, and if she wants to double-dip then she probably needs the extra cash. ]
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Date: 2017-04-26 08:42 pm (UTC)She really wouldn't mind a couple rounds, not with how pretty her eyes are. ]
You can call me Blondie. [ Ironic, considering she's dark haired and tanned, quite a compliment to the other's pale features. She stands up, unashamed, and swings her leg around the other girl before sitting on her lap, straddling her and running an index finger along her collarbone. ]
You want me for the whole night, it's gonna cost a bit more, but I promise I'll make it worth your while. [ She giggles, pleased, and leans in to whisper the price in the other's ear. She's not like Babydoll, not the prized posession, but she comes damn close. When she leans back again, it's to put her hand on the other's jaw. ]
I've got just the room for us.