Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2017 0:07:42 GMT -5
¤ appearance ¤ October 9th ¤ song
It had been several months since her old boss died. She did not waste any time. It had not taken her long to meet with the head of a local agency. Her referrals were strong enough, with names and titles important enough, that they wasted no time hiring her. She’d been their top girl now for… three months? London was a treasure trove of sexually repressed political figures; both magical and none. And it turned out many of the men she met in the Ministry when she worked for the South African Ministry liaison were more than thrilled to discover Danger as an option on the Agency website. She wasn’t surprised to see any of their faces, nor learn the sizes of their dicks.
Or lack thereof when it came to many department heads.
Lounging back in the large leather seat, Dangereuse lifted her arm up to rest her elbow against the armrest as her fingers tilted the brandy toward her cardinal lips. Light-amber eyes surveyed the room. The bar was designed like an old cigar den. The walls were stained a dark cherry brown, leather furniture adorned the large space with dim lights hanging over low, heavy, claw-foot tables. Thick glass ash trays decorated coffee, card, and side table as most men in this establishment had a taste for expensive and illegal cigars and other… herbs.
A low-lit billiards table stood in a corner with the far wall adorned with two dart boards.
On the far wall was a single bartender in a white shirt and tie preparing all the drinks for the patrons. A waiter made his rounds through the establishment, delivering the liquor, cigars, and caviar as requested. The true delights, though, moved as they pleased. This was the only establishment that Danger had enjoyed coming to on a night where no offers had piqued her interest. Here, the girls chose their patrons. And tonight she wanted something… new.
Softly, a song crooned in the background with melody that only served to heighten the thrill of the hunt.
I got this thing
Gonna blow your mind
Pulling your string
Helping you unwind
Danger’s gaze danced over the bodies in the den as she searched for someone who caught her attention. Many patrons she recognized and had no interest in. Most of the women she recognized as well, though a few were unfamiliar. It wasn’t unusual, but Danger noticed that one or two didn’t appear to be companions, but rather patrons. She smirked with amusement, though they did not draw her like Danger desired.
You want to know
But it can’t be taught
You want to steal
'Cause I can’t be bought
With the slightest purse of her lips, Danger lowered her eyes down to her drink and then lifted it up to finish. It wasn’t Witblits but it was as close as she could find. She’d have to visit South Africa soon to bring back a few bottles, or convince one of her patrons to do so for her… Danger sauntered over to the bar with the sway of her hips disturbing the smoke in the air as she passed the tables.
I got this thing
Gonna tie your tongue
Step in my ring
You’ll be out round one
Leaning against the smooth bar top, Danger arched her back and crossed one ankle over the other; her backless black dress accentuating the natural fullness of her hips and ass and the athletic, sleek lines of her legs. Danger was a woman who took care of her appearance, that was plainly obvious considering her profession relied on attracting others to the point of them paying for her company.
You want to feel
But you got no touch
You think it’s love
But you think too much
The softest pull at the corner of her lips lit up her face to earn a smile back in return from the man making the drinks. She lifted up a single delicate finger; her rings glinting in the light. He nodded, turning to search for Danger’s favorite brand before plucking it from the top shelf. He wouldn’t charge her for it. She didn’t have a tab running for anything she ordered here. If a patron didn’t buy it for her, Danger received it in exchange. It wasn’t something necessarily allowed, but Danger had a way with convincing people…
I got it
I got it
I got it
I got this thing
Gonna break you down
You’re crumbling
Till you hit the ground (ground, ground, ground, ground, ground)
Waiting for the tender to return with her brandy and a small plate of fresh fruit from the back, Danger’s head canted softly to the side as a body moved to occupy the space next to her. Curly blonde hair fell in waves down her bare shoulder as her gaze rolled slowly over the newcomer. Finally, a face and body she didn’t recognize. And a look in their eye that appeared promising. Danger’s mouth twisted in a smirk as a plate of fruit from the back was set in front of her along with her drink. Without taking her eyes from the stranger, she lifted up a slice of pear to her lips and took a slow and delicate bite.
You wanna try
Come and have your taste
This thing won’t stop
'Til you can’t see straight
I got it
I got this thing
Or lack thereof when it came to many department heads.
Lounging back in the large leather seat, Dangereuse lifted her arm up to rest her elbow against the armrest as her fingers tilted the brandy toward her cardinal lips. Light-amber eyes surveyed the room. The bar was designed like an old cigar den. The walls were stained a dark cherry brown, leather furniture adorned the large space with dim lights hanging over low, heavy, claw-foot tables. Thick glass ash trays decorated coffee, card, and side table as most men in this establishment had a taste for expensive and illegal cigars and other… herbs.
A low-lit billiards table stood in a corner with the far wall adorned with two dart boards.
On the far wall was a single bartender in a white shirt and tie preparing all the drinks for the patrons. A waiter made his rounds through the establishment, delivering the liquor, cigars, and caviar as requested. The true delights, though, moved as they pleased. This was the only establishment that Danger had enjoyed coming to on a night where no offers had piqued her interest. Here, the girls chose their patrons. And tonight she wanted something… new.
Softly, a song crooned in the background with melody that only served to heighten the thrill of the hunt.
I got this thing
Gonna blow your mind
Pulling your string
Helping you unwind
Danger’s gaze danced over the bodies in the den as she searched for someone who caught her attention. Many patrons she recognized and had no interest in. Most of the women she recognized as well, though a few were unfamiliar. It wasn’t unusual, but Danger noticed that one or two didn’t appear to be companions, but rather patrons. She smirked with amusement, though they did not draw her like Danger desired.
You want to know
But it can’t be taught
You want to steal
'Cause I can’t be bought
With the slightest purse of her lips, Danger lowered her eyes down to her drink and then lifted it up to finish. It wasn’t Witblits but it was as close as she could find. She’d have to visit South Africa soon to bring back a few bottles, or convince one of her patrons to do so for her… Danger sauntered over to the bar with the sway of her hips disturbing the smoke in the air as she passed the tables.
I got this thing
Gonna tie your tongue
Step in my ring
You’ll be out round one
Leaning against the smooth bar top, Danger arched her back and crossed one ankle over the other; her backless black dress accentuating the natural fullness of her hips and ass and the athletic, sleek lines of her legs. Danger was a woman who took care of her appearance, that was plainly obvious considering her profession relied on attracting others to the point of them paying for her company.
You want to feel
But you got no touch
You think it’s love
But you think too much
The softest pull at the corner of her lips lit up her face to earn a smile back in return from the man making the drinks. She lifted up a single delicate finger; her rings glinting in the light. He nodded, turning to search for Danger’s favorite brand before plucking it from the top shelf. He wouldn’t charge her for it. She didn’t have a tab running for anything she ordered here. If a patron didn’t buy it for her, Danger received it in exchange. It wasn’t something necessarily allowed, but Danger had a way with convincing people…
I got it
I got it
I got it
I got this thing
Gonna break you down
You’re crumbling
Till you hit the ground (ground, ground, ground, ground, ground)
Waiting for the tender to return with her brandy and a small plate of fresh fruit from the back, Danger’s head canted softly to the side as a body moved to occupy the space next to her. Curly blonde hair fell in waves down her bare shoulder as her gaze rolled slowly over the newcomer. Finally, a face and body she didn’t recognize. And a look in their eye that appeared promising. Danger’s mouth twisted in a smirk as a plate of fruit from the back was set in front of her along with her drink. Without taking her eyes from the stranger, she lifted up a slice of pear to her lips and took a slow and delicate bite.
You wanna try
Come and have your taste
This thing won’t stop
'Til you can’t see straight
I got it
I got this thing