Whipped dreams....
Alma's seeming compliment made Charna's mask falter, the apparent shock ready for a comeback. This was hushed; stunned that someone had struck so quickly. It hadn't provoked displeasure, no, but promise" Shadows understood shadows. It seemed logical now. And Alma, cunning creature, beautiful woman, quietly lethal, she had called the Vixen off the stage. The dark things that hid in her brain, beneath similar locks, sat on their haunches and wondered over the woman who saw them, even when they thought they were so crafty. A part of Charna had been won over, in such a simple way. One of her more sincere, if faint, smiles was handed over, before she looked shyly to the table.
"Bring forth your friends. I am ready, my darling. And tomorrow, will you teach me more of the things you know?" From looking around at the crowd earlier, Charna had picked up many more things she didn't understand, but was rather sure she'd like to.
The quick sequence of emotions, like photographic slides dissolving one into the other, is not lost on Alma, who adds another whisper: "Remember that it is all of you that evokes wonder, no part alone is Charna..." And then the hidden eyes are veiled again.
"When you will, ask me what you will, and I will answer as truthfully as I might, love. The sea I swim in is not the common water of this world, and questions are expected..."
A glance over her shoulder, and a snap of gloved fingers, is enough to summon another supplicant to the throne.
Charna felt liberated. She felt vaguely like a whole being. She caught hints of this back home, when around the right people, but something was making it stick. Of course, she didn't understand that not only having the comfort provided by her hostess, but several new and powerful chemicals in her body were helping those emotions along nicely. Nonetheless, she was very appreciative, stretching out a hand to rest on Alma's knee, eyes turned up to look at the new arrival.
The blonde's careful mouth flirted with a smile at the touch of hand on knee, but her attention welcomed the person approaching their table. Where many of those that they had already seen has been either feminine or inconclusive in presentation, this was decidedly masculine. He wore loose cotton sweat pants, though even they did not hide the aggressive swell of crotch. Above he was naked, and such a torso was seldom seen Not only was he muscular, but muscled and
to the point of emaciation, as if a nest of snakes twined beneath too-thin skin, as if a fiercely strong body was ever at the risk of shutting down for lack of fuel. The result was threatening and vulnerable at once. A faint acrid aroma, not necessarily unpleasant, emanated from him, as if his flesh were consuming itself as he stood there.
The blonde touched gloved hand to her mouth and lifted an almost laughing face to the apparition.
"Byron, darling, you have come to welcome our debutante" I trust you have offers fitting her beauty?"
His muscles writhe with each breath, coal-black eyes dare the Vixen's face for a moment, but return to Alma, his voice is clipped, military in its precision.
"I have an offering, mistress, only you and the beauty can determine its worth...."
Charna's eyes turned almost predatory as she appraised the man who approached. Indeed, the likes of him she'd never seen before, but things about the way his muscles wound around reminded her of bodies she knew. A fading bit of homesickness, or maybe something more, as she sat besides Alma quietly, hand left to sleep on her knee. The confidence had never been too far from the surface, and the dark things were purring soundly. Sure, while much of the Vixen was an act, since she kept it up even when she was sad or remarkably unsocial, there were parts that were really her and her alone. Charna had learned a long time ago that one either masters their sexuality, or they fall victim to it, and she wasn't ready to play the helpless part again. The blue-greens drifted to her hostess, then, seeking guidance.
Alma smiled at Byron, her intercession that of a press secretary interpreting for royalty, in no way undercutting the Vixen's presence.
"Bring them, and allow us to judge...."
Alma's own hand covered the hand upon her knee, and the slightest squeeze cupped the fingers beneath closer around her cool flesh. Straightening, as if at parade rest, Byron clicks his heels and points to the floor beside him. From the crowd behind him a young couple emerges. They are perhaps 18, clearly twins, brother and sister. Clearly, too, they have come from a family of some influence, daring the world of the demimonde together.
They are both blonde, lithe, supple, with bodies that have exercised only enough to become more pleasing. Ice blue eyes on both, strong chins, they betray their nervousness by clutching each other's hands as they stand at Byron's command before the Vixen and the blonde
Ah, but the Vixen did not look pleased with this gift. They were so young, so delicate. Magnificent, yes, this could not be denied, but there was too much familiarity. The grip they kept on each other, the vague fear painted on them...It reminded her of another who'd been around their age, bred and maintained to be desirable. A memory or so trickled out, the euphoria not so strong anymore. In fact, a lot of the sensations she'd been feeling earlier were fading. She searched both the girl's face, and then the boy's, wondering if they liked the place they were at. Her eyes were cast to Alma, again. She'd seen the shadows before. Could she see them once more"
Alma's smile is beatific, her hidden eyes on the Vixen first. "Do not mistake them, love, in their world they are master and mistress of the universe, they descend here on no one's orders but seeking to satisfy their own hungers..."
The pale eyes turn to Byron, and her careful mouth attempts a pout. "They are indeed lovely..." Not looking at either of the young beauties, she traces a single gloved fingertip across the girl's breasts, beneath the boy's belt. "And they swell willingly enough...but Byron, dear, they have told you they are virgin, and yet I sense they have as siblings shared a lustful bed!"
And here the boy blushes; the girl raises a hand to her face in horror.
The blonde lifts a leather wrapped finger to her lips, considering.
"I think there is nothing here worthy of even me, let alone my companion. Take them to Magenta, she will sell them off for the evening, and leave them stories to regale their schoolmates in the private university tomorrow."
Touching the blue topaz charm at her throat with the free hand, Charna smiled, more at ease with the information being exchanged, though some parts were still making her uncomfortable. She leaned towards the blonde, voice a low purr meant only for her hostess.
"My darling, I know the night is young, but might we retreat' I'm feeling tired. You don't mind me taking you away, do you?"
Alma's eyebrows rise above her glasses. "It is perfect that we do, love. The night left unfinished will attract again, the night drunk to its dregs leaves only regret. The car is waiting, your bed turned, and the door between our rooms as ever closed but unlocked on my side..."
The pale eyes are almost playful; the gloved had releases the hand on her knee. Magenta and Byron are magically there to escort them to the door; the offending twins already off in a world of their own sickly wished dreams.