Pret a Pret Mon Chat

[Naomi Hilton]

If she was any less practised at flirtation seduction or drinking she would have choked with her drink at her lips. They were laying it on thick but ok she could handle her self and all three of them if she really wanted to. No amature hour here, so instead she winked and "cheers to that"

Drinking half her peach bellini in a gulp, getting a round of them for the table brought over for a refill on hers. Feeling the sticky sweet warmth slide down her throat. Then looking to Sev" You have a cadence I can't quite place that from New york?"

Big city boy, sophisticated in ways these lil back woods men couldn't match tho they had their own charms, Keeping an ear out on the stage as they were on the third act, she had four more before she needed to head back and change into her second outfit for silks. She was thinking lil riri s&m and the pleather outfit, give them some ideas why not. Grinning wickedly as she mentally went through that routine in her head while still present enough to conversate.

["Ricky" Merchant]

In the internecine warfare between the sexes and all strata in-between there were several sorts of loves warriors. She herself was a skirmisher a mercenary that at times fought for all of the armies of lovemaking for the right price. A social butterfly for whom love was love.

Not that she knew the Master of Biloxi enough to know his style of war by play; but he seemed a tank a straightforward and through sort of combatant. Sev was wily tactics and counterattacks, giving as good as he got, but always having one foot firmly planted towards escape. He would never engage in any battle where he couldn’t wrestle any sort of victory from the engagement. It’s why they worked and eventually why they’d go their separate ways but for now and until then they were very good.

That left miss Nomi who was clearly a skilled interlocutor when it came to passion and sensuality. Ricky was curious if she could keep the pace she was setting. There was a tingle to the table that had everything to do with the froth Nomi was stirring up. Quaffing the shot that was left in her glass she reached across Sev to place her empty on the tray purposefully putting herself closer to Nomi in the process with a wink.

“Well we wouldn’t want to tire you before your performance but is there a way we can see how you prepare for your magic?”

[Yates]

Sev smiled away the tease Ricky tempted. In reaching across him she rested a surprisingly well formed portion of her bosom against his arm. Smirking s while she touched him and teased Nomi with a dead on eye to eye she also due proximity and angle teasingly invited their local master of the city. He could jokingly call her a tease but that wouldn’t be quite right. She meant every offer even if she tapped out she’d get in the ring and giver her all.

He laughed as bill still had eyes for Nomi as well. He was subtle and willing to share but keeping things light all the same. Discerning deeper meanings from body language, facial tics, and if sufficient enough the subtle scent related shifts in someone’s aura was one of the things he absolutely loved about being infected.

“Well off and on but at heart I’m a west coast boy. I guess the native tongue is hard to shake.”

[Naomi Hilton]

Between tongues and magic, Nomi couldn't hold in her purring. They had her head turned something terrible and she let her eyes drop to the lush chest on display sipping again then looking up" I do have my own dressing space backstage but, you wouldn't see the rest of the show from there"

Biting her lower lip she laughed" And what a tongue it is I know many languages myself good for building up muscle memory"

Her body was warm and sitting across from Bill she was sorely tempted to let her long legs and pointed toes explore but that would be more attention then she could afford right now. " Course its up to you if you dont care bout the show you welcome to come see my dressing room"

[William James Christopher]

The need to touch more and be closer was an interesting one for Bill he was normally far more reserved and relaxed than what was churning through him currently. True enough he had not spent longer than a few moments this close to Naomi and as she was one of a very small population of those aspected towards him and vice versa it was to be expected he supposed. "Not sure that care is the right word, darling. More of we’ve been wooed by the skill and would like to see the body of work that makes such stirrings possible if…" taking the proffered glass from the server who’d been able to discern which drink was for whom. “You are as giving, good and game as the spell you’ve weaved would have us believe.” This last said in raised toast of the moment. Either they’d be alighting to her chambers or separating the party.

He was fine with either as he now had a more direct understanding and would definitely become a more frequent visitor. Though he’d have to do so in as secret and circumspect of manners he was no fool and knew there were many who’d be tracking his movements and attempting to discern as much intelligence on him as possible. Much the same as he in regards to the other masters of the Coast and planning for the moment of engagement which was on the horizon. Though due his present standing he was in more of a pole position so quick as a wink he moved a quarter step ahead of the crowd.

[Naomi Hilton]

Softest smile she nodded and stood carefully getting out of the table " well then fallow me "

Hips swaying and leading the way not bothering to look back they would either fallow or not their choice. She weaved her way through the crowd and made her way backstage carefully opening her dressing room door. Her space was comfortable and inviting there was a lounging area the makeup mirror with the makeup station decorated in scarves and soft light everywhere except the makeup and dressing space. The rack of costumes hanging she had a lot of sets and everything from old school corset and garters to PVC more fetish wear.

She had a screen to change behind a mini-fridge for water and juice snacks and such. Showing them to the couch area she had a large microfiber sectional in a deep peacock blue. Flopping into the recliner watching them for a moment she smiled." Well I'm probably going silks for second act hmmm maybe you can tell me what you think"

Standing she went to the rack sliding hangers till she pulled a body harness free and paired it with PVC topped fish net thigh highs and a barely-there matching black and red bra and panty same fabric. slightly domme in vibe but would work well with what she wanted to do to the music.

[William James Christopher]

He didn’t dally long with mortals. It was why he kept such a wide and ranging donor list. He never took what wasn’t offered and that was very hard to do when dealing with mortals. Even the lycanthropes as a whole were merely very rare threads he occasionally pulled.. Nothing lasting or with any regularity. His being busy only added to his natural disaffected distance. AS he knew that all interactions were double edged swords one could only give what one was willing to be victimized by.



As such the rarity of his interacting with Naomi and her two associates the potential Rex and Witch was beyond every pale for him especially as here they were nearly two months on and he’d begun making times for them. He’d not pried into the witch as while she gave very well, she was only human and that had significantly more limits and boundaries than the other two.



Though limits were overstating things some. It was more a constant ever widening gyre. A spiraling vortex of rise and falls adding together creating a whole stronger than its individual parts. And one he was growing quite fond of . After all it had been over a decade since he’d tolerated a single meeting with another for more than once within a sixty-day cycle. Yet here it was only forty-nine and he’d been with the quartet of them all over six evenings. And this was the seventh, watching Naomi move to the music whipping the crowd into a frenzy that magnified upon itself.