While things settled elsewhere, Court had briefly relocated to Club Ember.
Altogether a very different sort of Elysia.
Tonight the club was busy and the long legged dancers were hard at work within. The doormen were occupied without: maintaining the usually high standard of entrance.
Baby Baby Baby by Make The Girl Dance provided the energetic soundtrack as coloured lamplights span and played over the athletic ladies as they paraded and performed along the catwalk.
Striking their poses while the crowd watched.
Tiny Martha smiles again, her head nodding to the beat, her long twin tails wobbled in time.
Some might call petite Martha pretty. Tonight she is dressed in a simple sort of Edwardian style school uniform: a straw boater hat, a black blazer, a simple white kneesock, though the length of her mid calf gymslip conceals that fact, an Oxford pattern shoe and a neat white blouse crisply ironed...her hair in neat twin tails...only adding to her youthful look. Tonight she wears her simple metal peg leg: a simple aluminium pole pylon, no more than an inch in diameter and ending in a scuffed rubber tip which peeks at calf length from her gymslip. A simple walking cane was hooked over her arm. A satchel slung from her shoulder.
Her long blonde twin tails bob with each limping step. There is a heavy aroma of lavender soap and minty toothpaste about her. A modest dab of scarlet lipstick is her only other obvious cosmetic.
Martha, her Blush of Life fully active, stood at the bar, nursing a tall glass of something dark and soda based, watching the crowd and entrance from the lobby more than she studied the dancers.
She waited. An attentive lookout.
Watchful and steeled against the next Beast; mindful for the next pale aura or maybe even the entrance of a careless wearer of anachronistic flared jeans.
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