01-28-2023, 07:43 PM
Her glee from the gifted wine sparked a pleasant warmth within Seven for being the one to stoke her joy. Her enthusiasm was infectious and Seven felt in the company in a kindred spirit.
“Indeed! I am lonely and kept a spare glass in reserve waiting to lure unsuspecting catches close to relieve me of my suffering. Waiting for you!” His gasp was was one of reassuring inflation of ego. There would be no offense for not accepting the gift, and he was eager to witness the sunrise of her enjoyment when she finally partook. It was a beautiful wine, as effervescent her anticipation for the show. "Please try it. I promise on pain of death that you will sample nothing finer." His smile was broad and playfully confident.
Her eagerness for the curtain pulled Seven’s pliant gaze along with hers. He witnessed the same videos that seemed to lure everyone else. The room was filling quickly, and he smiled at her reaction. “I visited once before, briefly, but sadly there had not been time to watch a show. The House is famous for them,” he added his own genuine thrill for the start with a wave of the hand. Burlesque was the cornerstone of the House, and what defined the art of seduction more than tease and dance? It was sure to be thrilling, and Seven was a patron of all forms of art.
Of course, the videos lured him as well. The viral sensation blurred what happened at Almaz and the promise of an appearance of one performer on the very stage. Given that Seven was a witness to the fight in focus, his curiosity was piqued to the point of compulsion that he be here to witness the encore. He remembered the man that Jay fought. How quickly Jay rounded the bar to confront whatever happened between them. Friends certainly, once upon a time, and the fight that followed could be no more visceral than the betrayal of the former. The memories blazed strong in Seven’s mind. How could they not? He was not often in the company of such harsh realities, and greatly preferred the innocent pleasure of camaraderie to the heat of conflict. Seven had a way to diffuse drama when it threatened to bubble should he take the interest. In this case, he was going to be an apt witness to what was surely to memorable either. But he needed to see the next section of this story for himself.
He tapped a swift command into his Wallet, pulled from the depths of a pocket inside the tuxedo, and leaned nearer to show it off. “Did you see this too?” he asked conspiratorially. He paused the video on a key moment highlighting the face of the man promised to reappear soon before them. ”I was there, you know, and he is our star tonight.” He was also eager for the show, and smiled with wide agreement with her impatience. There were indeed many kinds of people gathered. Kallisti attracted a wide spectrum both of sophistication, style and even of gender.
It was in that moment, that he let the bubble of fun he’d been having waft away like a promise of a fantasy to return when he wanted. He offered the arm dangling with bracelets in order to shake her hand. An inviting smile accompanied it. “My name is Seven,” he said.
“Indeed! I am lonely and kept a spare glass in reserve waiting to lure unsuspecting catches close to relieve me of my suffering. Waiting for you!” His gasp was was one of reassuring inflation of ego. There would be no offense for not accepting the gift, and he was eager to witness the sunrise of her enjoyment when she finally partook. It was a beautiful wine, as effervescent her anticipation for the show. "Please try it. I promise on pain of death that you will sample nothing finer." His smile was broad and playfully confident.
Her eagerness for the curtain pulled Seven’s pliant gaze along with hers. He witnessed the same videos that seemed to lure everyone else. The room was filling quickly, and he smiled at her reaction. “I visited once before, briefly, but sadly there had not been time to watch a show. The House is famous for them,” he added his own genuine thrill for the start with a wave of the hand. Burlesque was the cornerstone of the House, and what defined the art of seduction more than tease and dance? It was sure to be thrilling, and Seven was a patron of all forms of art.
Of course, the videos lured him as well. The viral sensation blurred what happened at Almaz and the promise of an appearance of one performer on the very stage. Given that Seven was a witness to the fight in focus, his curiosity was piqued to the point of compulsion that he be here to witness the encore. He remembered the man that Jay fought. How quickly Jay rounded the bar to confront whatever happened between them. Friends certainly, once upon a time, and the fight that followed could be no more visceral than the betrayal of the former. The memories blazed strong in Seven’s mind. How could they not? He was not often in the company of such harsh realities, and greatly preferred the innocent pleasure of camaraderie to the heat of conflict. Seven had a way to diffuse drama when it threatened to bubble should he take the interest. In this case, he was going to be an apt witness to what was surely to memorable either. But he needed to see the next section of this story for himself.
He tapped a swift command into his Wallet, pulled from the depths of a pocket inside the tuxedo, and leaned nearer to show it off. “Did you see this too?” he asked conspiratorially. He paused the video on a key moment highlighting the face of the man promised to reappear soon before them. ”I was there, you know, and he is our star tonight.” He was also eager for the show, and smiled with wide agreement with her impatience. There were indeed many kinds of people gathered. Kallisti attracted a wide spectrum both of sophistication, style and even of gender.
It was in that moment, that he let the bubble of fun he’d been having waft away like a promise of a fantasy to return when he wanted. He offered the arm dangling with bracelets in order to shake her hand. An inviting smile accompanied it. “My name is Seven,” he said.