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]

On fire is the right word. She feels super-charged, dangerous, in control, on top- her heart's thudding wildly and it's as if there is nothing she couldn't do just now.

"Oh, burning up," Irene agrees breathlessly, her voice low and full of wild excitement, predatory and yet conspiratorial; this achievement is a shared one. And it is an achievement. No one in that audience could look away. And no one is going to go home with anything else in their mind. It's wonderfully satisfying, and wonderfully erotic, too; spell-binding an audience is a powerplay of its very own. "In the best way."

She has her whip still in one hand- the other brushes against the small of Hasi's back, an automatic touch; she's a naturally tactile sort, and unwilling to lose the connection they've created. "How are those bruises?"

She sounds more interested than concerned, asking about what she rather views as her own artwork.

(And 'bruises' is rather an understatement).