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

[thedominatrix]

Funny; he reminds her so much of Sherlock, just in reverse somehow. The willing hero. She can't tell whether it makes him more or less interesting, or if she can really compare them in this area, but his speech about knowing people- it rings bells.

Not that Sherlock knows people. Sherlock knows facts. Irene and Charles have more overlap when it comes to areas of expertise, really; she knows all about seeing people at their worst and their best.

It's a gift. He's a darling. Irene's not honestly sure what to do when it comes to good people, she realises with faint amusement. "I can see that," she tells him- not in any attempt to patronise him, but in a way that suggest I understand.

All the same, she doubts this is idle chatter, or just a confession. He's leading up to something, isn't he? Good.

[cerebral]

"I wouldn't say it's affected any intimate areas of my life. Overall secrecy, yes. But telepathy... Not really. I know what people like, and that. Let's just say that's useful." There's a bright eyed, mischievous smile to accompany that last part. Even though he's so very polite, he's also being much more frank than convention usually dictates. And that's fun.

"My partner's needs aside, it's also --well, it leaves me wondering. It's so difficult for anyone to surprise me." He looks Irene in the eye when he says, "And I want to be surprised, I do. I want suspense. I want shivers up my spine."

It's only a touch tremulous.

"But at the same time it's, I feel--"And he loses the ability to measure out his words so carefully. "I'm not ashamed of my abilities. Giving them up completely would be beyond alarming, the closest I can come to describing it is like chopping off an arm, but at the same time I --I want to know. I want to know what it's like not to know, or come close to it. I want to give it up to someone," and he puts his glass aside, before holding up cupped hands, "like that. And let them take charge for a little while. For once."

His hands are lowered once more as he looks at Irene, head tilted and eyes searching as if to ask does this make sense?

[thedominatrix]

She watches him closely- and looks quite honestly fascinated, but also entirely unsurprised. The particulars are different, but the theory is ever so familiar; surprise me, excite me, take everything I have to deal with on a daily basis away from me...

It always strikes her as brave, admitting this sort of thing.

"I understand," she assures him, something undeniably fond in her eyes.

"And I can help," she says, sounding arch and rather pleased with herself- but excited, too. Send shivers down his spine? She would love to. "It might be something I'll have to work on rather than something I can give you right now- unless you know a way- but I'll do it."

Very few things escape her when she puts her mind to them. Her confidence and eagerness- this is, after all, a dynamic she has never played with before- are not just for show.

[cerebral]

"With our combined efforts, I'm sure we could find a solution fairly quickly." He works in a hospital; Irene is not doubt accumulating an array of acquaintances. It's not as though he's the only telepath to ever live in the city, so there must be something.

Other than that, he smiles with more than a touch of relief. This had gone more or less how he'd hoped.