"Bat your eyes, girl. Be other-worldly. Count your blessings. Seduce a stranger." An unimpressive mid-soprano voice sang out while too-blue eyes stared into the vanity mirror. The pads of her fingertips pulled the edge of her left eye slanted and tight. A bass line began to grow from the relatively high-end sound system in the corner of the room. Applying eyeliner was always such a daunting task. The soothing tones of sweet Incubus offered a sense of relaxation as the Whirling Dervish painted up her face and slipped into a proper outfit. Thanks to the kindness of Romax Pol she had a room and stocked closet at the club to use if she felt the need to change at any point. Given the fact that it was only two in the afternoon, that was beginning to look like a definite possibility.
A classic little black dress had been selected for today. The skirt came to mid-thigh and was tight against her skin. A haltered top circled around her neck and left her upper back and recently acquired tattoo exposed. Something about the tattoo had made her want to show it off with every opportunity. The facial piercings were something she had to think long and hard about before making a decision. In the end she decided to put them in and let them serve as a barrier between herself and anyone who didn't find them particularly appealing.
Flattening tufts of purple hair were given a comb before she reached for her clutch and headed for the door. It was a short walk to the Asylum. The apartment door was left unlocked and the keys twirled on her finger before being tossed into her bag. She met a neighbor on the stairs and offered a weak smile before heading out into the street. Most of her neighbors couldn't stand her.
Even with the slight modification to her appearance the doorman at the Asylum had no trouble identifying the Derby Dame. Without being carded, charged, or questioned, she was let inside. There was something overwhelmingly comforting about being in a building without windows during the heat of the day. It was cool in the club, cool and dark. A few patrons were scattered here or there and the music was at a much lower volume than it would be in just four hours time.
One of the girls had already offered her a wave and Sami headed in the direction of the bar. Unnatural cerulean peepers glowed with stored glamour in the blacklight. A congenial smile twisted on her pina colada glossed lips and the pitch of her voice went sharp with nervousness.
"Hello! I'm supposed to be meeting Lani, Dru, and Isir here today. Are they around or..." Her voice trailed off for a moment as she stared up at the one-way windowed room overlooking the club. "Guess I need to pay my respects to Lord Pol as well. He'd be furious if I stopped in without saying 'Hi', yeah?"
The serving girl seemed to smile and was well on her way to passing along the message. A Bicardi and juice was already served up without Sami needing to ask for it. She had thought to wave off the alcoholic drink, but soon stopped and thought better of it. Drink in hand, the Derby Dame went to grab a seat at a curved table where she could keep an eye on the front door and the room above.
This had the makings of being a very interesting night.
A classic little black dress had been selected for today. The skirt came to mid-thigh and was tight against her skin. A haltered top circled around her neck and left her upper back and recently acquired tattoo exposed. Something about the tattoo had made her want to show it off with every opportunity. The facial piercings were something she had to think long and hard about before making a decision. In the end she decided to put them in and let them serve as a barrier between herself and anyone who didn't find them particularly appealing.
Flattening tufts of purple hair were given a comb before she reached for her clutch and headed for the door. It was a short walk to the Asylum. The apartment door was left unlocked and the keys twirled on her finger before being tossed into her bag. She met a neighbor on the stairs and offered a weak smile before heading out into the street. Most of her neighbors couldn't stand her.
Even with the slight modification to her appearance the doorman at the Asylum had no trouble identifying the Derby Dame. Without being carded, charged, or questioned, she was let inside. There was something overwhelmingly comforting about being in a building without windows during the heat of the day. It was cool in the club, cool and dark. A few patrons were scattered here or there and the music was at a much lower volume than it would be in just four hours time.
One of the girls had already offered her a wave and Sami headed in the direction of the bar. Unnatural cerulean peepers glowed with stored glamour in the blacklight. A congenial smile twisted on her pina colada glossed lips and the pitch of her voice went sharp with nervousness.
"Hello! I'm supposed to be meeting Lani, Dru, and Isir here today. Are they around or..." Her voice trailed off for a moment as she stared up at the one-way windowed room overlooking the club. "Guess I need to pay my respects to Lord Pol as well. He'd be furious if I stopped in without saying 'Hi', yeah?"
The serving girl seemed to smile and was well on her way to passing along the message. A Bicardi and juice was already served up without Sami needing to ask for it. She had thought to wave off the alcoholic drink, but soon stopped and thought better of it. Drink in hand, the Derby Dame went to grab a seat at a curved table where she could keep an eye on the front door and the room above.
This had the makings of being a very interesting night.