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”Ok.” Velma pulls her phone from her purse and presses a few keys.
Unsatisfied with the result she pulls the device closer to her face as if by reading the keyboard she would understand what to do.
After a couple more strokes in the keyboard the Succubus announces.
”It’s dialing!” She says showing the telephone to the Seneschal.
The Ravager looks around searching for something. She signals one of the waiters for a bottle.
”I guess he will be waiting for a bottle…”
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Making sure she's got a solid signal Martha smiles and nods in agreement to Velma. "Good luck!" she giggles and hobbles away...making her way, as promised, to find a suitable overwatch.
Martha hoped anyone watching would assume they are just two friends who've met at the club.
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It doesn't take long for @Velma Star to procure a bottle. She is, after all, someone at Ember.
Nor does it take her long to approach the VIP section.
It's empty, except for three people; two women, and a man.
Aside from a receding hairline, he has rakish good looks, with expressive arched eyebrows and a naturally mischievous expression. The very picture of leisure, he's leaned back and counting money.
An attractive blonde sits next to him --right next to him-- and is leaning forward. Gloves cover the arms resting on her knees.
Across from them, in a chair, sits a brunette with glasses. Her back is straight and stiff, and she doesn't look thrilled.
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Velma approaches the trio, champagne bottle held in her hand as if she had been doing this her entire life.
Her eyes survey them from afar and keep registering their movements, body language and overall demeanor as she approaches.
As soon as she is noticed her smile widens to a large welcoming smile. Velma was playing the hostess for now.
She takes the last few footsteps that would take her close to them with certainty.
”Good evening everyone, I trust you are all enjoying the evening…” Without waiting for a reply Velma begins opening the champagne bottle.
POP!
”This one is on the house!” Another large smile, this time she takes a moment to offer a smile to everyone and begins serving the champagne.
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While Ember might have high standards for the appearance it's dancers, those girls pale in comparison to Velma. A rose among daisies. In this den of inequity, it's even more pronounced because of the perceived availability. All three turn to look at her, with mixed reactions.
The woman with glasses arches an eyebrow and crosses her arms. Although she's here for business, it's the instinctive reaction of one already in the shade being thoroughly eclipsed.
The man straightens, smiles, and blatantly eye-fucks the Daeva.
The blonde also straightens, and one of her gloved hands casually drapes itself on one of the man's legs. Her gaze is direct, and appraising, and a dainty tongue wets her lips.
"Oh, we are! Thank you so much!" she coos.
"Share it with us!"
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When the blonde offers Velma chance to join them she pauses, takes a good look to her and to each one of the other kine seating around the table, a grin for the supposedly serial killer and a nod to the woman wearing the glasses.
Everything seemed normal, definitely no serial killer would behave like he did...
Anyway, just to be on the safe side Velma decides to investigate further.
The Succubus looks back over her shoulder as if she had other things to do, but then replies.
”I wouldn’t miss it for a thing!” She serves champagne for herself and raises her glass.
”What are we celebrating tonight?” Her piercing blue eyes look around searching, as if she answer to her question could be found without them sparing a word.
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The brunette gives the man a wary look, but he ignores her. Resigned to her fate, she offers a bit of defiance. In distinctly un-ladylike fashion, and at sharp contrast to her apparel, she leans forward and takes the champagne bottle by the neck and takes a long pull directly from it.
The blonde smiles in delight, even going so far as to clap her hands together in delight. Sliding away from the man, a gloved hand pats the couch between them. That's where Velma should sit.
"Oh, we just had very exciting news! It's a secret, though! Can you keep a secret?"
The man? He's still doing it. He does make a slight concession to being a part of polite conversation by taking up his drink and lifting it to match Velma's own. See? He's listening.
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Outside on the main level, Hildegarde remained agitated. Making a simpering face, she disengaged from Iago and gave him the space he obviously wanted alone with the dancer. She moved sedately back to the bar and ordered a simple cocktail for herself. Propped up by the bar, she found herself sliding into her best femme fatale pose.
Chrisie
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”Secrets??” An arched eyebrow raises with curious anticipation.
The Succubus deftly slides in to her designated place between the attentive man and the gorgeous blonde. She adjusts her dress after crossing her legs with lady like poise.
She also notices the brunette’s sudden binge, it doesn’t strike her all too uncharacteristic. If needed she had something to work upon, but hopefully this had just been some sort of misunderstanding from Martha... right?
”Do tell?” The Succubus’ curiosity finally giving up, she rests the champagne glass but not before wetting her lips in the bubbly drink.
”I’m good at keeping secrets…” She confides to the man and the blonde whispering to them and looking to each one in turn.
”Scout’s honor!” She raises the hand in salute, clearly teasing just a bit more and shooting a wink to the man.
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