#ccsemberclub

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"She's a wilder, but not as young as Zara, I think. Of a healthy proportion, but buttons up her shirt almost to the top. If she were to kneel, her skirt would touch the floor I think. No make-up, but she does not suffer from the lack." He thinks. "A cross. She wore a cross. And glasses." Another pause for thought. "You know, I've just described a church-school-girl. Good heavens, she's a walking dream for some men. A walking wet-dream." He chuckles.

She listens and laughs "So she is. Maybe she's not as conservative as she pretends and it's a lure for those sorts. I'm afraid I dabble in corruption myself, it can be hard to resist, the urge to flavor vanilla."

"Mmm..." a dark sound "One of the most satisfying things about you, to me."

"She chose... Earl Grey."

"And, you know...." suddenly remembering "Samhain isn't her favorite holiday."

"mmph, Well, I admit, most of our employees at the club have a bit more chocolate swirl than before and I'm guilty of that, but they're happier for it. To say nothing of some of the neighbors." The rest has her raise a brow "She and Caesar have something in common. He's not crazy about it either."

"I wonder if the poor girl was fostered by trolls?" A pause "Or boggans." A nudge.

"Ha. Hmmph." A grumble.

"I walked in just after her, I think. She was ordering tea."

"She left.... just after Tanith arrived."

"That's odd, Tanith is usually the one who doesn't like crowds. I'll have to work on that for her. Could be coincidence. Did Tanith say anything rude?" SUrprised if she did

"Actually, no. She was almost surprisingly cheerful. She said hello to me, greeted Zara, took a brandy, We talked briefly about your own beautiful self and how powerful but nice you are... she left just as I got your text."

"I like having my beauty talked about," She laughs then , "Well, wheover this young satyress, maybe she's just the shy sort."

He turns to look at her. "An -actress-?" mild and skeptical disbelief.

"Oh, you'd be surprised how many introverts take to the stage life darling. More common than you think. The audience is 'there' you are 'here' and that buffer can make all the difference. I wonder if the young thespian has a regular job? If she can't sing or dance she can't help much, but we do have those 'period nights'. Folks loved the famous gangster poker night. we even got around gambling rules by labeling it as educational entertainment"

"I -did- enjoy dressing up." He admits. "She didn't mention a day job, I think. What -was- her name?? M....M something. Madison. No. Margaret?"

"It'll come to you dear, if you're really that curious you'll nose into things and learn more about her. Probably her SSN."

He laughs. "True enough. To be honest, I probably should. If she's going to be an associate of Zara's...."

" good point, I do feel rather protective of Kitten now and then, though Zara would be deeply offended if we implied she needed watching over. I trust you to balance it " A wink

"I shall be as subtle as ever I can." He assures.

"mmm oh yes, you're a regular bull in a china shop normally"

"Magdalene! That was it, I recall thinking someone was trying to be funny, perhaps. Magdalene Madison. MM." He chuckles. "Not unlike BB."

"Or CC" Amused, "Well, was she a green M&M or a Red one?"

"Red or green M&M?"

"Like the candies"

"I'm afraid I don't understand?"

"Oh, just trying to be punny, and maybe playing on my own courtly proclivities."

"Oh, you mean what was her Court?"

He thinks. "I didn't ken her. Beginning to wish I had. Hm."

"Well, mostly the pun, and you can't always tell dear. Especially with we satyrs. "

He's quiet a moment then vents "HA!" and rolls out of bed and out of the room. Naked.

She leans over to look down, "Is this how you posed for Earl?"

OOC No, sorry, not onto the floor literally; he just left abruptly.

And he bustles back in with the newspaper.

"Arts, arts, arts, arts, Here!" He drops the rest and comes back to bed with the D section of the paper.

OOC although that is a GREAT image.....

He flips through it, scanning.

OOC: Oops 🙂 BIC: She reads over his shoulder.

OOC Up to you; he's looking for Twelfth Night auditions next week.

OOC sorry, Twelve Angry Men.

BIC: "Planning on auditioning?"

"I'm a shoe-in for the Foreman, don't you think?" Muttered good naturedly. "She wants to audition, she said."

"Oh goodness, you're serious. You're going to infiltrate a production of 12 Angry men?" She may tease, but she kisses his ear lobe, "Well, you must have your hunts I suppose."

He chuckles. "Well, if nothing else, I can get in and watch without being seen. Might reveal something about the girl, I could follow her afterwards...."

She thinks on it, and nods, "All right. I can see your curiosity is piqued. It'll make me less guilty about some of my own side projects."

He looks over from the paper, making his spot with a thumb. "Your own side projects? Lovers, or....???"

"Well, lovers now and then, yes. In part." Coy

He waves away the lovers with a free hand, more interest in the 'or'. "In part?" Eyebrow.

"Well," A smile, "If you insist on knowing?"