11-11-2023, 02:55 AM
Spectra enjoyed the attention as much as a queen walking among commoners. She spoke to none, though, and by the haughty angle of her chin, she wasn’t interested in doing so either. She eventually went to the bar and pressing her palms against the rail, leaned forward to catch the attention of the worker.
“I’m looking for Daniil Tarasovich,” she said sweetly. Yet there was an anger behind the phrase. She hated that she was here by invitation, let alone by some man, but she was still looking for the right power to usurp before coming into her own. Perhaps this little princeling of Moscow could be it.
“He’s with Ms. Asquith. I’ll send a message,” the bartender moved to contact another worker to share the word that his apparent ‘date’ had arrived. Spectra’s eyes narrowed. Not only was she here at the his behest, but he had the audacity to split his attention with another woman.
About then, loud noises erupted from downstairs. Everyone was paying attention to videos on display, and of course, it soon occupied Spectra’s attention as well. She turned to watch, finding herself disgusted at the gory fighting. Still, sure to her ears, there was an animalistic roaring in the distance to match the screens, and she glanced at the floor as if some beast might come bounding up at any moment.
“¡Qué gonorrea este lugar!” she murmured under her breath, stifling her fear.
((This place is awful, Colombian slang.))
“I’m looking for Daniil Tarasovich,” she said sweetly. Yet there was an anger behind the phrase. She hated that she was here by invitation, let alone by some man, but she was still looking for the right power to usurp before coming into her own. Perhaps this little princeling of Moscow could be it.
“He’s with Ms. Asquith. I’ll send a message,” the bartender moved to contact another worker to share the word that his apparent ‘date’ had arrived. Spectra’s eyes narrowed. Not only was she here at the his behest, but he had the audacity to split his attention with another woman.
About then, loud noises erupted from downstairs. Everyone was paying attention to videos on display, and of course, it soon occupied Spectra’s attention as well. She turned to watch, finding herself disgusted at the gory fighting. Still, sure to her ears, there was an animalistic roaring in the distance to match the screens, and she glanced at the floor as if some beast might come bounding up at any moment.
“¡Qué gonorrea este lugar!” she murmured under her breath, stifling her fear.
((This place is awful, Colombian slang.))