10-26-2016, 11:06 PM
Her wine red cocktail dress sparkled beneath the lights of the ornate chandeliers. Around her, the club’s guests drank from expensive crystal and enjoyed one of the best shows in all of Moscow. Her own performance wouldn’t be until much later in the evening, and so, she set out to enjoy the company of their guests and to enjoy the show.
Like the rest of the girls found at Kallisti, Karina was the type of woman that would catch a man’s eye and often have him wrapped around her little finger long before the night was over, only to let him go without so much as a taste of what he longed for. Of course, that was the allure of a place like Kallisti, and always, their guests returned.
She pushed up the long sleeves of her backless dress as she reached the bar and gestured with a curl of her finger for the tender to come her way. She liked getting a quick lowdown on the place before doing a swift inspection of her own and settling with an interesting character or two. Light hazel eyes shone with mischief as the dark haired dancer waited for the man to hand a waitress a couple of drinks and moved over to her.
“Anything good tonight?”
The woman’s gaze shifted from her dear friend to really get a good look about the room. The usual type of patrons were there, expensively dressed and well accompanied. Just down the bar from them a fellow stood in a uniform she’d never seen before. Of course, she wasn’t exactly the sort to preoccupy herself with the military types.
Nodding towards the door, the svelte man called for Karina’s attention. “That guy over there just ordered a glass of Chateau de Beaulon. I was about to send his drink back.”
Looking in the direction pointed to her, Karina spotted the man desiring the cognac. “Hmm…”
The small velvety sound was enough to make the bar tender hand her the glass he’d served for their guest. “He’s a man of good taste, at least.”
Delicately holding the glass in both hands, the woman winked at her friend and moved on to what would hopefully be somewhat entertaining pastures. The closer she got, the more details she was able to pick up about the man that were not as easy to tell from a distance. For one thing, he was a little taller than her, even with the heels that completed her outfit. For another, the man didn’t seem very interested on much of what was going on about the place, at least not as much as the usual face that made its way through their doors, and that perked her curiosity.
“I believe this drink is yours.”
She offered the glass and a small smile. “Though, if you don’t mind my say so, you might enjoy it more from a more comfortable spot.”
Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Oct 26 2016, 11:17 PM.
Like the rest of the girls found at Kallisti, Karina was the type of woman that would catch a man’s eye and often have him wrapped around her little finger long before the night was over, only to let him go without so much as a taste of what he longed for. Of course, that was the allure of a place like Kallisti, and always, their guests returned.
She pushed up the long sleeves of her backless dress as she reached the bar and gestured with a curl of her finger for the tender to come her way. She liked getting a quick lowdown on the place before doing a swift inspection of her own and settling with an interesting character or two. Light hazel eyes shone with mischief as the dark haired dancer waited for the man to hand a waitress a couple of drinks and moved over to her.
“Anything good tonight?”
The woman’s gaze shifted from her dear friend to really get a good look about the room. The usual type of patrons were there, expensively dressed and well accompanied. Just down the bar from them a fellow stood in a uniform she’d never seen before. Of course, she wasn’t exactly the sort to preoccupy herself with the military types.
Nodding towards the door, the svelte man called for Karina’s attention. “That guy over there just ordered a glass of Chateau de Beaulon. I was about to send his drink back.”
Looking in the direction pointed to her, Karina spotted the man desiring the cognac. “Hmm…”
The small velvety sound was enough to make the bar tender hand her the glass he’d served for their guest. “He’s a man of good taste, at least.”
Delicately holding the glass in both hands, the woman winked at her friend and moved on to what would hopefully be somewhat entertaining pastures. The closer she got, the more details she was able to pick up about the man that were not as easy to tell from a distance. For one thing, he was a little taller than her, even with the heels that completed her outfit. For another, the man didn’t seem very interested on much of what was going on about the place, at least not as much as the usual face that made its way through their doors, and that perked her curiosity.
“I believe this drink is yours.”
She offered the glass and a small smile. “Though, if you don’t mind my say so, you might enjoy it more from a more comfortable spot.”
Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Oct 26 2016, 11:17 PM.