#ccsemberclub

OOC Mr D, want to drop a description?

(mm I honestly thought they saw it but here goes)

(I may have forgotten!)

As be fitting the reflective path in, the interior here is a glamourized flipped reflection of the outter club, with some distortions, within here there is a bar, there are tables...and yes, a stage. The sizes don't match quite, and the materials here are chimerical and thus even more lush.

Like every great stage, it has a curtain though, and those curtains part to reveal the star of the show... not CC, but the balefire

It is possible this is not how it always was, changes have occurred, dreams shift, but clearly the show goes on

to the sides, but still in reach of the balefire's light, there are lounge chairs and sofas for the injured or weary to rest upon

Is there a rug, a soft woven lovely type, before the fire, though?

As a matter of fact, yes.

She slips past CC and Emerson now, having dropped into cat form, and sprawls luxuriously onto that rug!

She's a perfectly average tabby sort. Who'd have thunk?

"You'll be comfortable here?" he asks solicitously.

"I think she goes with the rug" CC observes

kneading her paws into it happily.

"Well there we are then." he turns to Miss CC "Shall we stay, too?"

She rolls over showing her creamy tum. Dare anyone pet?

"I don't know, dear. What would you prefer?" She does not take the bait

"Well. We -do- have space here...." a wicked twinkle in his one eye.

"It's been awhile since we've used the master here. Yes, Quite roomy. SHall we?" She says to him

"Mm." he slips an arm up around her waist "Rest well, Miss Carola..." he says, a trifle absently as if his thoughts were elsewhere.

And CC waves "toodles" And goes with him

A relaxed purr. All is well!

(End Scene)