09-03-2013, 02:47 PM
The things one overhears when in powerful company.
Of course, Spectra cared less. She literally tuned out the prattle darting around the room. It was like listening to chipmunks choking on nuts.
Then there was the additional complication of not speaking their language. Spectra was the decoration in the room. The centerpiece on the table. She mingled from entertainment to business at their beck and call without a care for what deals were being made. If anyone was numb to the churning of illegal waters, it was Spectra. She'd been thrown in with the sharks since she was a child.
She left the engagement after rearranging herself in the privacy of a VIP bathroom. Perched on the velvet cushion, her slender fingers plucked a wand of mascara from counter. Mid way through dabbing at the severe curve winging from the corner of her eyes, a knock flicked her attention to the reflection over her shoulder.
A middling aged gentleman in a suit and open collared shirt entered shortly after. Spectra glanced up and down his reflection, then dropped the mascara back on the counter with a sigh. She was picking out which perfume she was going to dab to her neck when she addressed him. Her clients for the night had requested no perfume for some reason Spectra didn't care to know. "Yes?"
In the mirror, she saw him glance around the room, empty but for the two of them. When he seemed satisfied with whatever he was seeking, he came to stand near and held out his hand.
Spectra set a crystal tube aside, stretched one long leg out from the slit in her dress, and pushed to a turn and she leaned on the counter behind. One long line from stiletto to hip, waist and neck. She smiled at the open palm. "Very well."
Slow and seductively, she pulled the jeweled barrette which held her curls aloft. A swift twist and the emerald setting popped open to reveal the device this same man gave her not two days ago. She snapped the barrette closed and set it alongside the perfume bottle.
"Happy?" She placed it in his hand and turned back to the mirror to finish what she started.
He held the device up to the light, nodded and sipped it into his coat pocket. "Pleasure doing business with you." His gaze lingered a moment longer on the woman seated before him, but if he was about to say something else, he stopped himself and left.
Of course, Spectra cared less. She literally tuned out the prattle darting around the room. It was like listening to chipmunks choking on nuts.
Then there was the additional complication of not speaking their language. Spectra was the decoration in the room. The centerpiece on the table. She mingled from entertainment to business at their beck and call without a care for what deals were being made. If anyone was numb to the churning of illegal waters, it was Spectra. She'd been thrown in with the sharks since she was a child.
She left the engagement after rearranging herself in the privacy of a VIP bathroom. Perched on the velvet cushion, her slender fingers plucked a wand of mascara from counter. Mid way through dabbing at the severe curve winging from the corner of her eyes, a knock flicked her attention to the reflection over her shoulder.
A middling aged gentleman in a suit and open collared shirt entered shortly after. Spectra glanced up and down his reflection, then dropped the mascara back on the counter with a sigh. She was picking out which perfume she was going to dab to her neck when she addressed him. Her clients for the night had requested no perfume for some reason Spectra didn't care to know. "Yes?"
In the mirror, she saw him glance around the room, empty but for the two of them. When he seemed satisfied with whatever he was seeking, he came to stand near and held out his hand.
Spectra set a crystal tube aside, stretched one long leg out from the slit in her dress, and pushed to a turn and she leaned on the counter behind. One long line from stiletto to hip, waist and neck. She smiled at the open palm. "Very well."
Slow and seductively, she pulled the jeweled barrette which held her curls aloft. A swift twist and the emerald setting popped open to reveal the device this same man gave her not two days ago. She snapped the barrette closed and set it alongside the perfume bottle.
"Happy?" She placed it in his hand and turned back to the mirror to finish what she started.
He held the device up to the light, nodded and sipped it into his coat pocket. "Pleasure doing business with you." His gaze lingered a moment longer on the woman seated before him, but if he was about to say something else, he stopped himself and left.