It was an odd predicament she found herself in.It wasn't as if she had not ventured to the reputable Club Castle before this time, but the ideal of stepping in once more, as more then a simple by-passer was what made the woman so anxious. Surely she was no longer a child and could make her own decisions. She was being impulsive. She wanted to come here, in a selfish need to satisfy her desire to serve another. Then again, it was selfless, was it not? She was paying for her time, therefore, she was spending money to profit one of the workers at the club. The irrationality of it all was seeping through her. How was she supposed to enter? Who was she to pick? Would someone pick her? She knew not of whom would even be available. Would she be handed to female? Would she need to choose? Would it be a male? There were so many questions left unanswered. So many things left to chance, it was almost unbearable.
It was not going to be a deterrent. Naamah moved herself from the car that dropped her off, and up to the front steps of the lovely manor. She closed her eyes tightly, before stepping through the door. She'd been here before. She had to remind herself that she was doing this for other people and not herself. Her hair was down in a curtain around her shoulder and torso. The dress she wore was thin silk, covered in light taffeta. There were roses attached and also embroidered. She had dressed ladies in gowns far more elegant then this. It was one of her special talents, if she even had any that were truly considered useful.
Once inside, the floor was of course elegant, as was the rest of the decor in the home. The entry seemed to have several people in occupancy. A man with silvery hair, that she knew as the owner of the club. Then there were also several other people lingering. Another two males it seemed, one blond, one with longer silver hair then even the owner. Then, there was an assortment of females. A red head in a gown with more layers then the one Naamah wore herself. A light-brown haired female, a younger looking girl in pigtails, a blonde, and another brunette. Naamah herself had no idea who all these people were, but she knew she wouldn't mind dressing some of the women in elegant clothes if she had the chance. She smiled with a bit of anxious nerves, and looked about. Surely, someone could explain how things would work would? She moved in carefully, looking around. "Excuse me? Could someone... explain.. how this works?" She had spoken quietly, but was close enough to a few of the people that she could have been heard.
⇨Who I'm with⇦ →Everyone in the Foyer←
⇨What I'm doing⇦ →Trying to find out how things work without being disrespectful and annoying←
⇨How I feel⇦ →Nervous, Anxious, Unuseful, Rude←
⇨Outrageously Outstanding Cabaret⇦ →I hope I didn't forget anyone! If I did, or if I got something wrong, please let me know and I'll fix it straight away!←
It was not going to be a deterrent. Naamah moved herself from the car that dropped her off, and up to the front steps of the lovely manor. She closed her eyes tightly, before stepping through the door. She'd been here before. She had to remind herself that she was doing this for other people and not herself. Her hair was down in a curtain around her shoulder and torso. The dress she wore was thin silk, covered in light taffeta. There were roses attached and also embroidered. She had dressed ladies in gowns far more elegant then this. It was one of her special talents, if she even had any that were truly considered useful.
Once inside, the floor was of course elegant, as was the rest of the decor in the home. The entry seemed to have several people in occupancy. A man with silvery hair, that she knew as the owner of the club. Then there were also several other people lingering. Another two males it seemed, one blond, one with longer silver hair then even the owner. Then, there was an assortment of females. A red head in a gown with more layers then the one Naamah wore herself. A light-brown haired female, a younger looking girl in pigtails, a blonde, and another brunette. Naamah herself had no idea who all these people were, but she knew she wouldn't mind dressing some of the women in elegant clothes if she had the chance. She smiled with a bit of anxious nerves, and looked about. Surely, someone could explain how things would work would? She moved in carefully, looking around. "Excuse me? Could someone... explain.. how this works?" She had spoken quietly, but was close enough to a few of the people that she could have been heard.
⇨Who I'm with⇦ →Everyone in the Foyer←
⇨What I'm doing⇦ →Trying to find out how things work without being disrespectful and annoying←
⇨How I feel⇦ →Nervous, Anxious, Unuseful, Rude←
⇨Outrageously Outstanding Cabaret⇦ →I hope I didn't forget anyone! If I did, or if I got something wrong, please let me know and I'll fix it straight away!←
