Wandering

[Nox]

Mae smiled as the woman took her direction. Candy was on stage at the moment playing up the dumb blonde moments. The strap on her blouse slipped off her shoulder revealing a red sheer lingerie. Her hand covered her mouth as if it had been an accident and if anyone was a regular they knew it wasn't. The show was nearly the same each night. Mae brought the woman another Manhattan and placed a dark blue napkin on the table underneath. Her client - her signature, each girl (and guy though the only guy who actually would work the room was Nox, and he wasn't feeling it right now. Who could blame him, missing an arm. Mae had no idea how she'd react in such a predicament.)

Mae sat down on the edge of the chair closest to her new friend, her legs crossed towards the woman and her back to Candy. She didn't need to see to know what she was doing. Mae gave the woman a smile and touched her hand gently with her hand, her fingernails painted black with blue gemstones glittering in the dark lacquer. "I'm Mist." She smiled. "What should I call you? Have you ever seen one of our shows?" Her guess was no, considering the deer in the headlights look she'd seen at first glance of what was behind her. Mae quirked a wicked grin, fresh blood was always so much more fun than a regular.