#ccsemberclub

Elsa Pitts drinks her wine trying to remember just when she let these two folks into her home, let alone her life. In the last few hours, her world has turned up side down, and then she's righted herself to fit in. She's admitted to herself things she never thought she would "I guess I never really tapped into my own sexuality through music before..no wonder I was stuck in my... " She sighs happily, "Progression."

CC smiles at EBG knowingly, cantrips to overwhelm a personality are easy, using those cantrips to have someone take part in their own restructuring? Trickier... but oh so worth it. Arguably a bit more ethical too. A bit.

"I think you're doing fine, Elsa," CC says with a purr, then to the boggan she says "Hasnt' she done fine?"

In EBG's hands there is a piece of music, what interests him is some of the defiance in it. It started out as a embarrasing bit by Elsa she only dabbled in. His part in the 'corruption' if you called it that went beyond the carnal. He brought out the music teacher's inner rebel as well as wild child.

"Elsa, you certainly show potential.... I wonder, though, do you really mean what you write or do you seek only to confront and shock?" A dark smile.

"Can't it be both?" the woman says "Oh I suppose there's a lot of the latter. I never got to be the bad girl... but I really resent society's rules on what's expected of me at times. My parents were very firm you know? And then the educational system and.. somehow I never really rebelled...but the resentment against the control? Yes, it's real too."

"Well, however could you combat that.....?" He offers her an excuse.

CC beams at her William. It makes him so happy to strengthen dreams of rebellion, to set them blazing.

"Tell my bill collector to kiss my ass? Inform some parents that all the talent in the world won't help a kid who doesn't love music and won't practice so get off my case about it? Key the car of the jackass principal who cut me entirely from a program as a 'luxury'?" Elsa grins "Or do you mean dabble a bit more at writing like you helped inspire me? I never really tried rock and roll before... but for angry lyrics it does suit."

"Oooo..." He grins at CC, delighted with this reaction.

"I love my jazz, but I do enjoy a bit of raging rock yes. You know, Elsa, you're still a young woman with a lot to say- in fact, I'd say you've been silenced too long, " CC grins, "A lot of bands might be tempted to take you on."

"Me with a band?" Elsa grinned, then wets her lips , "Rock bands have a..reputation with women."

She sounds like the idea is..intriguing, rather than offensive or frightening. Then again, CC is, by herself, a helluva drug.

"Mmm... -groupies- have a reputation. You could be.... so much more."

"I was worried. I don't want to be discounted" She makes a face, "I'm tired of that . But..what more do you speak of?" curious, shifting with an easy uninhibited motion. It's as if she's caught in CC's echo and even adopted soem of her mannerisms.

He draws closer. "Lead singer is the obvious path, but what about writing? Producing?"

"Not immediately, perhaps, but with fire in your soul...."

"I suppose..." she ponders "it seems a bit..corporate." But Elsa does look intrigued, "Maybe."

"You could change that. " he suggests. "Challenge the system. Free it."

"Now adays especially the old gates of control can't cover all the paths around them," CC agrees. "Why do you think Music 'award' shows almost have to beg some big names to show up at all? The gate keepers have lost relevance to those with true popularity ... and you might yourself become such, or at least, the living muse to them. Heck, some of the men under you might even be cute."

A chuckle that oozes innuendo.

Elsa blushes "That's ...very unprofessional. Though... " an admission, "I suppose real rebels, real visionaries, can define their own professionalism mm?" Hopeful, perhaps wanting permission to be wild as a life goal.

"It is the definition of a real rebel." He assures her.

"You are not 'just' this or 'just' that," CC says "And there is no shame in taking the whole of your wants needs and dreams into account. My lover is right.... it can be a juggling act, but the outfit you wear while you juggle? The items you throw at all? that's your choice. Elsa, I have connections, and the two of us would be happy to look in on you. ..now and then. I'm not saying the work will be done for you, but..." A glance to William, "I bet we could find you some who would love to join their passion toyours." She says passion like the word has a flavor, and it's a succulent one.

Elsa sips her wine again, it's the least of intoxicants she's had since these two invaded her life, she glances to Emerson, "Could you , would you?"

A sly smile. "One or two spring to mind." He admits.

"And what would... I have to do to.. get what I want?" Elsa smolders her own gaze, oh so much of the old shame is gone.

"Oh darling, if you're looking for an excuse to feel ravished guilt free, you don't need to 'do' anything but ask ...this isn't a casting couch- unless you always wanted to act that out, " CC winks, noticing the younger woman blushes a bit and then goes on "But you might owe .. oh, a small favor?"

And CC looks to EBG to confirm that and ..yes, take the lead.

He shifts a little closer. "A small favor." He confirms. "Perhaps we might attend a performance or recording session. As observers."

"Hell, I'd invite you anyway," Elsa reaches out and touches his chest, "You really like those lyrics?"

"I do. I feel quite.... stirrred."

If you swallow me I'd cut you going down. I will shred the beast from the inside, make you bleed- I spit on your crown! It's a need, to be freed, from your disease! is just one line from the song he helped muse her tonight. He might not be a rock rebel himself but yes, lyrics like that? QUITE his thing.

He takes her other hand with a sly smile.

"Then... yes, of course; I want it... to make myself new... to have everything I denied myself before. I want them to feel me. " a kiss, not because she must to get his favor, but because he can. Because he's willing to help her. Ah, a boggan's greatest secrete. Agree to serve, and you can direct much.

CC watches not with jealousy, but pride and pleasure. She has enjoyed playing with Elsa, and is very proud of how her man is guiding her.

He kisses her back gently. "Deny yourself nothing but as it pleases you." He murmurs, echoing and encouraging. "Make them see you, hear you, feel you. Break them if they don't. "

CC hums but a bar of the music recently worked on.. Hardly enough to really do much- normally,. but it's really the only excuse Elsa needs to lose control and say "I Like your terms" Before launching herself at both of them.

.........

An hour later, back at their own house, CC is done with the shower, "I thought that went.. well, just fantastic. Darling, you realize she'll be wearing leather and dying her hair odd colors within the next twenty four hours?"

Emerson has a freehold now, but the FLAVOR of glamour from Elsa... the raw mix of anti authoritian rage and unfettered passion has given him quite the happy musing high.

He laughs with delight. "I did not. You really did outdo yourself, Dearest."

"I? Honey I just wanted to make her a panting husk of a wanton... albeit it to liberate her." A wink " You did what I should have done and helped her music ... she had so much rage inside her, desire I was ready for. But you helped her find release for both where as I was just focusing on the one." Pleasantly fresh and showered she sits in his lap, her horns and hair in that towel set up women just seem to know how to do, "She might end up producing glamour for years, hell, she might end up inspiring other dreamers." Oh she's proud of him.

"We can only hope!" Oh, he -is- flush with magic, and fresh and clean besides.

Oh her own eyes glimmer with joy at having shared a dreamer, "Oh she's got ideas in her head she's almost afraid to mention. A band of hung studs and curvy counter parts ....playing her music? Playing with her? I'm afraid we've ruined her for the straights" A grin not really afraid at all

He actually shivers under her. "I -do- love you..."

"And I you, my unseelie rebel" A kiss "You are masterful"

A chuckle. "It is a role I can play." He agrees.

"Play? Oh darling you play well.... " she says "You knew just how to supplicate, and dominate , and then insinuate yourself into her... " A wink "In all ways. And she's going to be quite happy and... wow, some of those lyrics huh?"

A sigh. "White hot rage, suppressed for years.... delicious."