There's a moment when Odessa flashes back to someone in her life that she would not hesitate to refer to as The Woman. The Woman who made her see beyond a drive for power. The Woman who made her care for someone else without expecting anything in return. The Woman who... made her question everything, not the least of which being her sexuality.
This Woman isn't her, but Odessa's decided already that Miss Adler is a lovely approximation.
Everything is a straight-forward enough demand for information, and not unexpected. Everything is so much more dangerous in this realm, but that's what makes it exciting. She follows the movement of Irene's hand with her eye, the ghost of a smile curving her lips at the contact. "Not to this," Odessa admits, "but the setting's new."
As to what she can take, the perverse desire exists to murmur something sharp like, I've a prosthetic eye and a face full of scars. How much do you think I can take? But that... That's not something to be flaunted as a challenge, a gauntlet to be thrown. "I believe in this case I take what you feel I deserve, Miss Adler."
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This Woman isn't her, but Odessa's decided already that Miss Adler is a lovely approximation.
Everything is a straight-forward enough demand for information, and not unexpected. Everything is so much more dangerous in this realm, but that's what makes it exciting. She follows the movement of Irene's hand with her eye, the ghost of a smile curving her lips at the contact. "Not to this," Odessa admits, "but the setting's new."
As to what she can take, the perverse desire exists to murmur something sharp like, I've a prosthetic eye and a face full of scars. How much do you think I can take? But that... That's not something to be flaunted as a challenge, a gauntlet to be thrown. "I believe in this case I take what you feel I deserve, Miss Adler."