Rena couldn't help but chuckle at the insistence from the cat girl. Usually, those hired to...entice, to hook, were much more subtle about it. The interest was usually fake anyway, so it had to be.
She raised an eyebrow over one sapphire eye, knowing smile. The women's dark hair was done up to expose a tanned slender neck, dress was a small red thing that did nothing to hide her assets.
Idly, "They recruiting you?" She nodded to the stage where a performance was going on. The girl was pretty enough and had the body. But her body language said that she was a bit embarrassed just being here. Or at least in the company of others. Their little group had drawn eyes. And they weren't even on stage.
She watched the performance. "It can be fun to be up there. Everyone watching you. At first it seems they have all the power." A knowing smile as the warmth of her second drink slipped down her throat into her chest. She looked at the woman with a twinkle. "The real rush comes from realizing that you are the one in control."
Her eye returned to the stage. "Look at her. Everything she is doing is calculated. Even that accidental slip- you see how it gave just a glimpse of flesh- listen to how quiet that group of men over there got. That was planned." She found her eyes drawn. There was a glow around her, an aura that she couldn't ignore. And for some strange reason she felt an attraction- or at least kinship with the performer.
Deep down, it surprised her. She didn't like women that way, not like Lyra did. Whatever it was, it was mesmerizing and called to her.
She smiled broadly. The runways and catwalks had been a wonderful school. College after the schooling of her life as Roma. This place could be her university. For some reason, it appealed.
She laughed at the thought. Probably not. The girls here would not grace the ads and holos and other media. Never become rich and famous I the way she wanted. Still, as she looked around, there were powerful people here.
So what did Rena want? Fame, yes. Power, more than her gift. But as a bauble? Perceived as one? Was that any different than an empty headed model?
The applause that concluded brought her back. "She was magnificent." She looked at the shy girl in red, holding out a hand. "You never gave me your name."
She raised an eyebrow over one sapphire eye, knowing smile. The women's dark hair was done up to expose a tanned slender neck, dress was a small red thing that did nothing to hide her assets.
Idly, "They recruiting you?" She nodded to the stage where a performance was going on. The girl was pretty enough and had the body. But her body language said that she was a bit embarrassed just being here. Or at least in the company of others. Their little group had drawn eyes. And they weren't even on stage.
She watched the performance. "It can be fun to be up there. Everyone watching you. At first it seems they have all the power." A knowing smile as the warmth of her second drink slipped down her throat into her chest. She looked at the woman with a twinkle. "The real rush comes from realizing that you are the one in control."
Her eye returned to the stage. "Look at her. Everything she is doing is calculated. Even that accidental slip- you see how it gave just a glimpse of flesh- listen to how quiet that group of men over there got. That was planned." She found her eyes drawn. There was a glow around her, an aura that she couldn't ignore. And for some strange reason she felt an attraction- or at least kinship with the performer.
Deep down, it surprised her. She didn't like women that way, not like Lyra did. Whatever it was, it was mesmerizing and called to her.
She smiled broadly. The runways and catwalks had been a wonderful school. College after the schooling of her life as Roma. This place could be her university. For some reason, it appealed.
She laughed at the thought. Probably not. The girls here would not grace the ads and holos and other media. Never become rich and famous I the way she wanted. Still, as she looked around, there were powerful people here.
So what did Rena want? Fame, yes. Power, more than her gift. But as a bauble? Perceived as one? Was that any different than an empty headed model?
The applause that concluded brought her back. "She was magnificent." She looked at the shy girl in red, holding out a hand. "You never gave me your name."