Like a Whore Burning Up In Church

Summer 2021, Week 4

Saturday evening

Vale

Everything was loud.. Too loud. A thunderous base, an echoing pulse of the crowd.A heartbeat of drunken lust and sin. Too loud.. So many eyes..Come on Vale you can do this.. Just.. Think of thalia..Think of Thalia   Then silence. All just as she wanted, the lights of the club cut black. The music stopped. For a second, everything just froze. Fear washed over the hushed crowd. Then a soft beat, then a hard one.Fast hard a pulsing heart. Flashing lights sparked in the center of the room were a single cage dipped lower than the others..A steady click echoed out. It’s time. Vale walked slowly, every step was a forced sway of her hip, Metal heels clicking as she strode out into the limelight.. No, she was the limelight. Few lights were hidden in her bare outfit, lights down her arms/legs and across her bare stomach pulsed perfectly in time with Simon Cutis Flesh. A walking light show as she strode out proud and confident in front of all.   Come Love me   All eyes were on her as the blue spotlights that was her field of vision swept left to right with the sway of her body, dropping down low as she stretched out rolling her nails up her bare legs. Before arching back, towards the ceiling as she moved and rolled her body around for all to see.Drawing flashing nails down her chest, across her latex bra.   Watch me   The crowd was silent as the song pulsed, all moving closer to the stage, eyes glued on the girl dancing, swaying, moving just for them.. Just for them the dance was for them alone, everyone knew this, this was their private show. Their private privilege. When she dropped down into a split one could swear the crowd gasped in ecstasy, When she rose back up stretching out her long legs just barely dangling out of the raised cage. Several reached to touch her.Not that she let them.   Give me everything   The crowd couldn't get enough as the song switched over to Teeth. They needed more, now they were clamoring over each other trying to get to her on the stage. That was until she stopped possessed with a hand on her hip,a sedative smile on her lips. A purple tongue rolled across her soft lips and the twin purple lights latched onto a random gentleman in the crowd.   ONLY ME   The poor man had no idea what happened. Everything seemed to fade from his vision.Her fingers curled beckoning him forward. He had to have it. He needed it. The crowd moved ever so slightly as he walked forward.A sea parting for the chose to walk forward.Once at the edge of the cage. He leaned in both hands on the edge. Leaning forward Vale would set a heeled foot on his shoulder using him to stretch out her entire body, a full split with her calf on his shoulder before running a long nail through his hair, and across his jaw. Then shoving him away with a laugh.   Rising up she walked away as the song came to a close, her hips swaying in perfect rhythm as the lights of the club came back on, everyone's eyes drifting slowly left and right with the sway of her ass till she was raised out of sight.

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Sylvain Moresby

Having entered the club only a short while ago and first taken a moment scanning the place as he got himself a drink, Sylvain had been in the center of neither the attention or the action. Still, he certainly didn't fail to notice what was unfolding on the stage. One might even have argued he was entirely lost in thought, had it not been for the fact that almost everyone seemed distracted by the sight. As the show came to a close, he returned his attention to his drink, but his mind was quite preoccupied. Maybe the little birds were right and this would be a worthwhile visit after all...  

Vale

Coming off stage was a rush of power. Drunk off the power vale swaggered back into the dressing room. She hate people staring at her, Hate how she looked. Yet when she was up on stage she loved every dam second of it. Nothin was better then a bunch of people no better then her fawning over her every little twicth. Walking towards her little locker she grabbed a pair of black slacks and slide them on over her latex bodysuit. No need to wear under ware if her clothing could double as it. Reaching for the matching Butten up and jacket she gave a soft smile. It was kind of nice to be both a dancer and hidden security.. Dressed and quiet content with herself Vale walked out into the crowd ignoring the few who recognized her glowing eyes as she started to aimlessly wander around keeping a eye on everyone and no one.  

Sylvain Moresby

Sylvain had also defaulted back to observing the crowd - after all, part of the reason he'd come here was to gather information on what sort of people frequented the place - and occasionally exchanging a few words with whoever happened by. But the dancer evidently hadn't escaped his attention, as his eyes found her peculiar appearance soon after she'd reemerged. Wanting no unnecessary attention he kept his demeanor restrained, but nonetheless gave her a nod and an accommodating smile as he subtly motioned at a seat next to himself. This likely wasn't strange by her standards, but his interest was hardly concealed.  

Vale

Truthfully, Vale wasn't sure why she sat down next to the odd man. Perhaps it was the air of power that her very clearly stank of. Perhaps it was the fact her memory didn't have his face as one of the many in the crowd watching her. Leaving him apparently immune to her charms.   Or maybe its the fact he scares use   Sitting down next to him she ignore everyone around them and snuggled right up to his side. Setting a hand on his thigh and looking right up to him. She didn't want to stand out after all. Something just felt... Odd. "Thanks for saving me a seat, Gunna buy me a drink to?"  

Sylvain Moresby

He raised an eyebrow, partly due to how quick she was to accept the invitation, and due to how forward she seemed about it. Well, maybe it wasn't necessarily so strange in a place like this, but still. His smile didn't falter as he quickly swept some of his dark hair to the side and faced her more directly. "I couldn't rightly refuse, now could I? By all means, I'm not stingy." He made a quick motion with his hand as if telling her to have whatever she liked. "The place lives up to the rumors. I'm Sylvain, Sylvain Moresby." He introduced himself almost as if expecting it to immediately ring a bell.  

Vale

Hmmm "SlVain Slllvaaaainnn" She spoke his name slow, as if testing out how it felt on her lips. It had quiet the ring to it. But it confirmed her first guess seeing him. Power, no normal citizen had a name like that. Only people coming from money, old money did. She gave a girlish giggle and the lights across her body went to a soft shade of pink. Igniting at her eyes before slowly spreading like a warm hug across her entire form.   "Anything I want. Hu? Then three shots of hmmm Well what ever you normal get for me." What do people even drink. to get drunk...Rich people I mean Not like it will get you drunk anyway "Andddd five shots of it for you. Along with the a few questions from me." She waved down a waiter who eyed her oddly as she was supposed to be working but didn't question it too much moving off to get what ever it was he would order.  

Sylvain Moresby

He gave an amused chuckle in response. "And here I thought I'd manage to be the one asking most of the questions. But that's all right, I'll humour you." The waiter was placated by the evidently rather expensive combination of the quality he ordered in the quantity she'd stated. The liquor he soon returned with seemed to focus on taste more than potency, fitting enough for discussion. The two were then left to their own devices. "I suppose you must be the famous Vale, then. Is it a stage name, or...?" He tentatively asked, already starting to try and find out what he could about her.  

Vale

"Normally, I would say My name can be anything you want it to be. But looking at a big shot like you is probley used to hearing that line." She swirled the shot glass once before downing it and looking over to him. Running her tongue across her velvet lips. She looked the man up and down. Treating him no different then a john, but her words said something a bit different. "Who are you, why do you reek of old money, and was it your man with rifle." She knew it took a lot of money to put a hit out on someone, and while she didn't believe she made a lot of enemies. She didn't doubt just her appearance made a few. Leaning against the man she squeezed down on his thigh just a little. Well with enough strength for the man to understand he couldn't oer power her if she decided to detach his leg with her bare hands. But just a little. "take a shot darling. One for each question. then ask your question."  

Sylvain Moresby

He gave a shrug, still maintaining the smile despite the message apparently getting through. He didn't seem hostile, but whether he seemed honest was a much tougher question. He didn't decline from this game, though. "I would suggest we discuss this more privately, but I know nothing more about your accident than the next person." He deflected the question and downed a shot, then likewise leaned closer to keep up appearances. "I mean no offense, but you seem to misinterpret my intentions, maybe in more than one way. I told you my name, you've probably heard of my father's biotech company." He briefly fidgeted with the glove in his right hand, then returned his attention to her while taking another shot. "Your questions are making me want to ask some things, but let's start with something simple. How'd you end up here?" His demeanor remained as friendly as ever.  

Vale

She had infact not heard of his fathers biotech company not even a little, yet bio tech. That's like humans mixed with robots right? This was something, something that lit her entire mind up with ideas. maybe they can fix me who said we need to be fixed   "First, I've never heard of no biotech company.. Second.. Hmm how I ended up her.. I hMMmmmm" She quickly down the last of her shots and put her weight against him leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder speaking quietly a tone of seriousness opposite her pose. "I'm not good at many things/ Dancing, Fucking, and running is really all this body is good for. So I use that were I can to get by." She gave a light chuckle in his ear as a waiter walked by leading a customer to the bar. Looking around her soft pink lights flickered a bit before turning a dull red like a emergency sign.  

Sylvain Moresby

"You sure don't beat around the bush, do you? Though I'm sure you're understating your... gifts a little. Sure, I suppose you could be far worse off, but a bit of ambition never hurts. Not to be too much of a hypocrite." He responded, getting briefly distracted by the visual effect. After a moment it was time for another shot and another question. "Now, I'm not saying you're the one and only reason I decided to swing by, but you might see why someone with my background might want to check out a place with a reputation like this. And, well, I'm sure you know you're a good example of that." He paused for a moment to properly formulate the question. "Not to be too superficial, but people must wonder about it a lot... You've got some looks and that's an understatement, not that it's a bad thing. I hope it's not too intimate a topic?"  

Vale

"Considering most people only want me for how I look. No not at all unless your asking what I'm wearing under this, that will costs you" Giggling as she closed her eyes trying to control her emotions at least a little knowing the red was fully broadcasting her thoughts. "If you mean the fact I'm a living robot, no. It doesn't bother me at all ask what you will on the matter. We can start with the normal question. Yes I am human were it matters, No my privates are not custom built. No I can't Pre-warm myself. Yes every part of me feels human. Yes I can feel everything. No its not contagious Did I answer your question?"  

Sylvain Moresby

He didn't seem entirely sure whether to be astonished by the details or amused by the angle she was approaching the matter from. "That's one way to put it, I suppose. I didn't ask for many of those details, sure, but I suppose I should thank you for sparing me the sleepless nights I would've no doubt spent wondering about it." He joked with a healthy dose of self-irony before his expression turned somewhat more serious. "I know constant worrying would make anyone go crazy... But I don't mean to make light of it. That must be rough." While he was clearly an experienced smooth-talker, he seemed to genuinely take the matter seriously and even display sympathy. "You... weren't always like this, were you? I don't think I've heard of anything so... extensive, but supposedly these things tend to be dormant for a while. Ugh, sorry about that. Not trying to make you sound like the subject of some science article."  

Vale

She may have been waking innuendos, and sultry comments. With a deep smile and pursed lips.. But his comment caused her to pause. Having the memory of her with human skin. the feeling of her father hugging her. The thought of her mother tucking her in. All of her friends laughing and joking with her brought a tear to her eye. Back to when she was a normal girl, with hops of becoming a nurse and helping people.. Not being a stripper, before she had to sell her body to survive. Before she was a monster. The tear slid down her cheek as she nodded lowering her head as she spoke.   "No...I wasn't always like this.. I was normal once. Just a normal girl, but that was a long time ago." Her voice wavered a small bit as she spoke. The pain in her voice and the thoguht was clearly evedent. "Why do you ask mister bio tech."  

Sylvain Moresby

While he was observing her reaction carefully, he didn't jump at the potential opportunity to exploit weakness and press for details or more. Instead he gave a sympathetic nod as he thought about her question, then shrugged as his gaze briefly flickered to the side. "Professional curiosity, I suppose. I hear about these things more than most people, but usually not the real person behind the statistics. Certainly not this personally." An carefully crafted answer, but was it truthful? Maybe it was due to the lingering effects of her power, but his body language didn't quite seem to be fully on board with the story. There was something more to it, though there was no telling what that may have been.  

Vale

He is lying Perhaps vale would notice if she was grieving in her own thoughts, perhaps she would have looked over and noticed how his body said something different then his mouth. Yet lost in her own memory's and thoughts she didn't say a word on it assuming he was telling the truth. Even as a different voice in her head screamed she was wrong. "Ask away... No.. Me first... I sat here because you looked like you had money for me...I stayed because you sounded like you could help me. Can you help me Mister Boresby." Moresby. Do you not listen.  

Sylvain Moresby

Ignoring the mistaken name, he spent another lengthy moment processing her question, though this silence was different. He was considering what he could say and what she wanted to hear, but seemed perhaps even more torn on it. And yet the response seemed more natural despite his hesitance. "...I'd be lying if I said I know for sure. Every case is different, and yours is... extraordinary even as far as these things are concerned."   He paused for a moment to gather his thoughts some more."...But it's not hopeless, either. Evos are the next great frontier of biotechology, and new discoveries are made all the time. And to be more specific... I know of another case with some similarity, and aim to see it salvaged. And I might just have the pieces I need to see it done. I will know more soon, or so I hope." If this answer was an honest one, it was surprisingly detailed - who knew what kind of corporate intrigue might be involved. His expression had grown more stoic as he waited for her reaction, noticeably tensing in his seat.  

Vale

"You don't offer false promises." She spoke with a pained tone as if she had been offered thousand of false promises before. She had in fact, been sitting just like this leaned up against the arm of some disgusting businessman who was promising up and down he could fix her. That he could save her. He clearly didn't do a dam thing.   "That's new. I but you say that its possable, that there is a chance you can do somthing. I.. Thank you that's the best thing Ive herd in a while. If your telling the truth.. Ill do what ever you want." YOU will do what ever he wants. We will fight him with ever heartbeat. "What eslse do you want to know."  

Sylvain Moresby

He gave another solemn nod as he listened, not entirely sure whether to take it as an entirely positive sign. After all, who was to say that she couldn't play this game as well? Her question caused him to snap back into reality, having almost entirely forgotten about the initial agreement on questions in light of this rather personal tangent they'd gone on.   "Oh, right... Well. I'm having a hard time figuring out what to make of your situation here. How are you faring here, are you satisfied with this, things being the way they are?" As he listened for a reply, he used up another one of the remaining shots.  

Vale

"Am I satisfied .... Ha.. Hahahah. Like a whore burning up in church everything is just fine." Her laughter was soft and light. Almost metallic like. But it was genuine. Leaning away from him she leaned back against the booth having her glowing eyes towards the ceiling while she slowly kicked her legs under the table. "I'm Faring fine. No more living under a bridge. Not Selling my body to men or women for breakfast. No threat of being rapped or robed while I sleep. A warm bed, decent coworkers and a boss that reasonably cares. I've been worse."  

Sylvain Moresby

"I'll take that as a solid 'anything beats rock bottom'..." He muttered, almost as if just to himself, though his smile seemed more hapless than humorous. This is not why you're here, Sylvain... He sighed while thinking of one more question. As it came to him, his features sharpened in vigilance once more. "You asked about a man with a rifle. What makes you think I might know something, and what's this about in the first place?"  

Vale

"It was on the news. Young girl assaulted in a alley way before lead on a chase through downtown ,a gunman fired on her and another." She muttered it softly looking down at her glowing fingers rapping them slowly on the table. "Only thing I figured it could be was a Hitman, Rich people don't make good enemies." Vale sighed a small bit falling to her left right on to the mans shoulders resting her head against her her hands resting on his thigh and the table of them staring forward. "You look to powerful to be in a small club like this and you were staring right at me. Like you wanted to talk just made sense."  

Sylvain Moresby

"It'd be harder to find someone here who didn't stare at you... But fair enough. I'm glad we got the chance to talk, even at first you just wanted to know if I wanted you dead." He said with a chuckle and slid his arm around her, nodding at her concerns. "I've heard of it, of course, and I understand you'd want to get to the bottom of it. But you and I have no conflicting interests. As far as I know, I might be the one making enemies by stealing you all for myself like this." He joked to dissipate whatever worries she might still have about the situation, then followed up with a more serious remark. "So you don't know why someone would have a grudge against you?"  

Vale

"So you did plan n taking us back to your room and keeping us all for yourself." Told you Her voice would come out oddly robotic. Having a entirely different tone. Much Thicker, and while deeper undeniably femine. Her eyes glowed a harsh red when she spoke only to snap back to a normal blue with a shake of her head. "No..I have no idea honestly. Only thing i can think of is running away from people who think they own me"  

Sylvain Moresby

"Hey, never said I meant anything more than this... No need to get ahead of ourselves." And why not, if she's the one bringing it up? He responded with a bit of a grin, but seemed wary enough of her response to keep from inserting some joke. "Well, that makes two of us. Not exactly the sort of thing I often keep tabs on, but I'll be sure to let you know if I hear something. I have my sources, after all." He offered in a somewhat conciliatory manner.  

Vale

"I see, Thank you. Through I 've sat here long enough. I am still on the clock." Shifting she slide out of the booth .The Soft sound of her heels clicking onto the floor seemed loud to her in the mess of sound that was the night club. Laughing rather fakely to herself she turned and brushed down her clothes to attempt to get rid of any wrinkles. "I need to make a round around the club. Maybe three. If you need anyhting ask a waitress If you need me Ask for Vale."  

Sylvain Moresby

"Ah, of course. Time does fly when you talk with someone as fascinating as yourself." He responded with a small bow of his head. It was hard to tell whether the remark was more genuine or sarcastic. "I'll take some time to check the place out, see if I can find anything half as interesting. And even we don't run into each other again tonight, I'll be sure to stop by again later. Once I know more about whether I might be able to do something for you, you know." With one more daring smile he waved her off. "Have a good one, Vale. And don't forget."  

Vale

She didn't forget. In fact she couldn't take her mind off it to forget. She walked circles around the club idlily staring over towards her Mystery man. Her glowing eyes seeming to stay on Mr Moresby with every passing lap she drew a bit closer and closer to him. Even when she was called to go remove a rather drunk man from the bar. To which she easily picked up and tossed out the several hundred pound man from the club. ! hour then Two, then three and she was still staring over to the man in the booth drinking his liquor. After around three and a half hours she shook her head and started walking back towards him.  

Sylvain Moresby

As he'd said, he'd found himself the occasional conversation partner in the meanwhile, but those were brief occasions which hardly even managed to fully take his attention from her. At least he did manage to observe the rest of the place as intended, but his observations on her were certainly much more detailed than any of the rest. Once she was free from her duties, he was quick notice and waved her over with somewhat less subtlety than before. He didn't seem drunk, but the cool and calculating exterior had evidently at least partially melted over the course of the evening.   "There you are! I was worried you were going to sneak off without giving me a second thought." He joked as he made some space for her. "You won't be needed elsewhere, then?"  

Vale

Her entire tone changed when she saw him wave her over. The more seriousness she was attempting as a security guard washed away in a second. A giddy girl replaced it as she nearly hopped on her natural heels over to him and slide next to him. Sliding right up agsint him she gave a small smile and pressed agsint his side resting her head on his shoulder while sliding her arms around his. "Nope! Well Kinda but not for a while"  

Sylvain Moresby

Though her eagerness was still a bit striking, he'd at least seen enough of it not to be taken aback, as proven by his arm comfortably finding its way around her. "What, still not all free? Then again, you might just be what makes the place so successful by the looks of it. I still have things to see some other time, but none of it holds a candle to you so far." Whether his flattery had any ulterior motives or not, it didn't seem dishonest. "Do you even get any days off, or do they consider you too indispensable?"  

Vale

How does he always know how to pick at her hidden buttons. Of course she didn't get time off, time off would mean she had a life, a use outside of just wondering around the club. Hell she even lived upstairs over the club in a small dorm room. "Nope. Through its not that I"m indispensable, I just always ask to work." It was true she woke up and just walked into the club assuming she would have to work. Merely because she had nothing better todo. A light smirk and she leaned back into his arm rocking head her side to side trying to get the hair was sticking to he booth to un stick.  

Sylvain Moresby

"Huh. It's a fine place, sure, but even those do get dull after a while, or that's what I think. I would've imagined a talent like yourself would have the will and means to take some time herself once in a while. But to each their own, I suppose." His exposition almost seemed more directed to himself, though he soon focused more on her again. "Surely you have some casual pastimes, too? Diligence is good and all, but it sure can be exhausting."  

Vale

"Ummm not really. I watch some YouTube from time to time. But I really don't have much else but work.. I haven't been in the city for long, and I don't really have much to my name." She gave a weak shrug when she spoke. Her hand slowly tracing small circles on his arm as she did. Her legs kicked slowly as if she was distracted or trying to distract herself. The lights covering her body were oddly a light purple.  

Sylvain Moresby

Still unfamiliar with her rather unique body language, all he could do was try and make a mental note of her reaction. "You ought to try some variety every now and then. With all the recent pressure on my schedule, I'd lose my mind if I didn't blow off some steam from time to time. Two birds with one stone for coming here, lucky me." He briefly stretched his lengthy limbs before continuing. "I'm not originally from around here either, but I've lived here for most of the last several years. Took me a while to get used to it, but you should try it, it'll be worth it in the end."  

Vale

After first she thought he was talking to her. Two birds one stone, both of them needing to get out more unwind more. Might as well take her home and them both "blow off" Some steam. Wouldn't be her worst gig, probely could make a few hundred as she did it. She didn't give up anything for free after all. Parents had taught her something. But then he kept talking, and she relised she needed to get her dirty broken mind out of the gutter. Shaking her head the lights turned a playfull joyfull yellow.   "I feel that. It takes awhile to get used to most things but I've gotten pretty used to New Victora already. Just as much as people lv'e to look at my body.. They love to look at me.. you know? Always the object of attention and its rarely good so I like to stay here were I can't be harresed."  

Sylvain Moresby

"I can imagine that... In all honesty, you've been stealing my attention most of the evening, too. I only mean it as a compliment, even though... well, I'm sure you know." He gave a shrug accompanied with a smile. "I get that you're concerned, and probably not entirely without good reason... But still, a bit of variety does wonders to anyone. Good company and a nice and peaceful place if that's what you prefer. That's all it takes." While this comment could somewhat more plausibly be seen as a hint, the statement still seemed genuine.  

Vale

A invitation is a invitation. A vale new when something was being offered. Dropping her left arm. Still intertwined with his. She dipped her hand down to rest on his upper thigh. Tapping her long, manicured and currently glowing purple nails on his thigh. Slowly tapping out the beat of the music that was currently blaring over head. Humming along she seemed a bit lost in space. Straightening out her shoulders. Letting her already perky chest puff out a bit more. Leaning into the man as her fingers started to trace circles on his leg. Raising her free hand for a sever to drop off another drink or three. "Hmm Possablly.. Depends I guess who the company is,and what kinda skills they have in.. Keeping company."  

Sylvain Moresby

"I suppose it does depend on that. Then again this someone might also wish to know what sort of... company it is you prefer." He countered with a meaningful smile. Clearly he was enjoying this little word game - though it likely also had something to do with her consistent advances. Giving a shrug as he grinned at nothing in particular, he decided to concede her some ground. "We've still got plenty to discuss another time... And some of the information will more than likely be sensitive. Might as well meet somewhere proper instead of just finding some secluded room here." Surely he was still talking about conversation... right?  

Vale

"Of course, Through there is plenty of secluded rooms. Including my own, through my room isn't very big. Yet the company one prefers is something almost everyone wears on their sleeve no? Through Many like myself just prefer company, they aren't picky on the type. Or rather, they only offer company to those they don't mind. Realy up for people to figure out among themselves." Vale would give a soft girlish giggles as her nails slowly racked up the mans thighs turning her head up to him staring at his eyes under her long lashes giving a odd glowing effect as the hair blocked bits of the light. She knew were this was going. Her, him a quiet room and us emptying out his research to further our own goals, Perhaps leaving him in a pool of his own blood. Me making sure I take everything I can from him.  

Sylvain Moresby

He chuckled in response as he unabashedly met her, allured by the light. "Fair enough. Here I thought I was somehow special, but it turns out you're just not picky." He joked as he further examined her answer. "Your room? Like, a dressing room? Surely you don't actually live here outside your working hours, too?" His tone of voice didn't quite hide how absurd the idea seemed to him; evidently it was something of a joke to him. But this was looking good, and he knew where it would go if this went on much longer. Him, her, a quiet room... and further down the line, some contribution in the research to contain his condition. And sure, her potential salvation would be a nice bonus. Not too mention the other perks he could think of...  

Vale

Of course he wouldn't understand having to live were you work. It was clear this man had never wanted for anything in his life. He never struggled with not cent to his name. Never wanted or went without. Shaking her head she gave a soft giggle as if she was amused by his answer not slightly irritated. "Actually, I do live here. I just makes working here a bit easier, not like anyone would just let me rent a house/apartment looking like this." She ran a hand down her side slowly as if to emphasize how she looked less the human.  

Sylvain Moresby

He gave a slow nod while following her hand with his gaze. "I suppose it has its perks, though the place doesn't exactly strike me as a very peaceful one. As for rent... I would've thought most landlords would only care about your ability to pay keep the place in order when considering a contract, but maybe I'm the cynical one for thinking it's so simple. Then again, I haven't really had to think of it as I'm the one with excess room and no tenants." He explained with a shrug and a faint smile. "Not to insinuate anything, but being tied down to one place in several ways can be... restricting."  

Vale

"Maybe I like to be restricted.. Or.." The giggle that left her lips from then made her lean back keeping her hand to her lips doing her best to stiffen the laughter. Her long hair falling over her face as she did. Resting her head on his shoulder once more she whispered quietly into his ear blowing slightly as she did. "With all this talk why are we still here darling. The bar wont stay open to civilians much longer. Care to bail or go find another bar to get more drinks?"  

Sylvain Moresby

A barely noticeable shiver went through him at her whisper, clearly she knew what she was doing. While his mouth was hidden behind a veil of her hair, his widening smile could very much be felt. "I have a feeling you'd only get more persuasive if I resisted... Not that I mind. As interesting as that would be... well, let's just say it might get a little too interesting." He tilted his head to better meet her eyes as he tried to decipher her intentions. "Got any good places in mind? Or have you been too restricted in here?" He teased and lightly nudged her, clearly receptive to the idea.  

Vale

"Oh! I thought you never asked...through while I heard there are some great bars downtown I haven't really gotten to get to any. To big money for little old me you know?" Hook line and sinker. The took the bait, and her eyes sparkled with a mix of lust and malice. Through the lust wasn't for him but rather all the things he could do for her. Pressings tightly agasint him in a one armed hug she slid way. Straighten up her clothes with a smirk before holding out her hand. "Shall we?"  

Storyteller

She didn't have to ask him twice. Soon enough the two of them were making the most of the selection of bars in this part of the city - or frankly wherever their whims directed them - and the beverages within, leading to an even more liberal exchange of thoughts and desires, although at this point many of the memories might not survive the night. Much like he'd stated earlier, Sylvain wasn't stingy - although he was averse to straight up paying for favors, he was a generous companion and spared Vale of having to spend a cent the entire night. And regardless of whether it was a mere byproduct of her powers, he also remained attentive and paid little mind to any of the looks they were given. After a thoroughly enjoyable tour through some of the city's fancier clubs they got a ride back to the Velvet Rose from where he'd continue on to his home. Dropping her off would present a suitable opportunity for one more brief exchange before they'd part... for now, at least.  

Vale

It was a wonderful night. To bad vale couldn't get drunk. Not that she didn't act the part well. Slurring her words and leaning on the money mans arm as long as he let her. It was great bar hopping without a care in the world but the evil glint that sparkled in vales eyes from time to time. Now they were back at the velvet rose, almost 3am. Not a sound besides the humm of his cares engine. Fingers locked she held onto him as she swayed lightly side to side with a smirk. One may notice her eyes were clear. Confident even with their ight purple hue. Not wavering like the rest of her, clearly sober.   "That was great More. I had a wonderfully time. Thank you sooo much.I'd ..ask you inside buttt I'm not a first date kinda girl" Of course she was but she had figured out throughout the night he didn't want her to be. Like some men he enjoyed the chase of his prey to much. He wanted her to be a scared little rabbit.   Give in. We are taking control now   This we could be. A bit more bait and he was ours.

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Sylvain Moresby

He merely chuckled as they leaned against the wall outside for this final exchange. While he was still in control, the drinks had certainly done their job. "Fair enough... I can respect that. All the more reason to look forward to next time, right?" Just as she'd predicted, he seemed intrigued rather than disappointed. Clearly he thought her more interesting for playing a little harder to get, even if it was just an act. "Speaking of which... I hope you've got time next week. We could go somewhere nice if you'd like." He pulled her closer, almost as if he wasn't going to let them separate before she'd agreed. At least he was invested, that couldn't be denied.  

Vale

"I.. Of course, Hmm any day really. if its before 7.. Through I have a feeling you want me later then that. Maybe Thursday? I'll make sure to be free" A soft giggle left her lips and she rose up on her toes to speak with her lips just inches from his. A hand on his chest so he couldn't move closer to kiss her if he wanted to. He may hold her but the would be wise to remember just how strong the little robo girl was. He eyes were glowing a soft longing purple in the early morning darkness as she stared up to him with a wink. "You know were to find me, come pick me up at around 8." She pecked his lips softly and pushed him away with a laugh. Walking away with a sultry confidence.  

Sylvain Moresby

"Thursday? I was thinking more along the lines of Monday or Tuesday..." He retorted, not sure whether to be amused or disappointed. Whichever the case, his protests were soon silenced by the kiss which he gladly accepted. "Alright... Give me a call if you change your mind... for the better, at least." He called out after her, then lowered his voice almost as if the rest was only for himself. "It was fun... I'll see you around, Vale."