007; strip my senses.

[norea]

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik, Irene Adler, and OPEN.
What: Just another night of expensive debauchery.
Where: The Vault.
When: Sukkardi.
Notes: N/A
Warnings: Sexuality, BDSM, swearing, probable allusions to drug use. Sex club, y'all.

Hasi debuts a new costume on Sukkardi: thigh-high stockings, black lace underwear, a corseted wasp-waist, and a sheer black blouse with long sleeves and a high collar. It is so sheer that her torso, aside from her stomach cinched in by the wasp, is visible, including her breasts and the nipple rings she wears. As one might expect, this attracts some attention, accentuated by the fact that in her high heels she is a head above half the crowd. She wears her hair loose, and makes her rounds with charm and a smile; if she is discomfited by recent events in her life, she'll never let it show. This is her job, and her job right now is to make sure everyone else has a good time, that they feel wanted, that they feel that they fit in--and it takes precedence over her worry about reprisals from the Candlelighters.

Plus, she has a wonderful new show lined up, and that gives her something to be pleased about--and good reason to entice everyone she can find to sub-stage B, when her second act of the evening (her first, on the main-stage, with the fire-dancing, is still performed earlier in the night, though this time it also includes aerial silks) occurs. The VIP lounge is especially relevant to her conquest, as she hasn't forgotten her promise to seek out Xenian-friendly high rollers for Xavier.

And now she isn't pretending to be anything other than Xenian.

Comments

[amourpropre]

"I think understanding the Strangers is one step closer to being one yourself," Lucius adds, tone a little careless. "Upon sympathising with the notion of what one has lost, what little there is to gain." Which means he does, or did, understand it at one stage, for all that the very state of them, their poverty and their mutual rejection and all the shallow appearances of how they live day to day inspires visceral, pitiless distaste in someone like Lucius Malfoy.

He drinks a little more until melting ice collides, submerged. "All a matter of perspective, of course."

[asklepios]

“Yes, it's my thought.” For some people, to understand something is to give it power; so many arguments that exist because of this inability to separate understanding from acceptance. To understand why something happens isn't necessarily to condone or to conform to it--

Benevenuta is a historian, after all. Of course she has opinions on such a closely related subject.

“But,” lighter, “it is a different yearning entirely that brings one here.” Probably.

[amourpropre]

The Strangers would probably balk at that idea. As it stands, it doesn't sit wholly well with Lucius either; in a way that doesn't fit, as opposed to taking offense. In much the same way that the Vault has style that is not, exactly, his style.

"Do you believe so," is prompting rhetoric.