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Franky’s dark eyes watch Urban’s semi-dramatic display with some amusement as her wine is refilled. Delicately her black nailed fingers close over the crystal stem and she lightly tips her glass to him in approval before taking a small sip. “Oh come now darling, you and I both know the ropes are never truly closed. Just be grateful the masses are not as persistent as our regulars.” She replies with a playful wink.

“Guests?” Franky pauses thoughtfully, “I believe the Theatre des Vampires are going to be upstairs for their after party..” Idly she swishes the deep burgundy contents of her glass within their crystal walls, the fluid leaving a faint red stain momentarily in their wake, “.. and there is another group coming tonight.. earlier in the evening, I believe.” Shaking her head dismissively, Franky looks up to the tender. “We’ll have to ask Thorne, I’m afraid. With everything going on lately, I simply can’t keep each night’s agenda separate in my mind.” Pivoting gently on her stool, her eyes scan the serving floor. “Have you seen our little Thorne tonight?”

A design of black thorn roses decorated her body, wrapping around her bared legs and arms, inked by the skillful hand of Thorne. Chahna was in the dressing room putting the last few touches to her costume. Her ivory hair was up swept into mounds on her head. Dwarf black roses were tucked into her hair, giving it a striking contrast. Chahna loved to dress up in exotic gowns and various costumes, but this time kept her complexion natural except for black shadowy eyes that encircled pale blue irises. Today she wore a black laced corset tied in the back with a long trailing black and white ribbon weaved intricately into a bow. The corset had cut out shapes of rose petals that showed her pale skin underneath. Her black lacy skirt was short in front and long in the back. It showed off her long painted legs and black high heels. Around her neck curled the design of a thorny stem, which bloomed into black roses on her back and in front on her chest.

Strutting her way through the sea of tables, her tail of ribbons and skirt fluttered behind her wake as she smiled to the customers. She was a pearl in color among the sea of black, and she was not using her ability yet. Chahna spotted Franky talk to Kendal then to Urban at the bar and she flashed a smiled in their direction, but did not know if her Mistress or Urban saw her. As she hurried off she spotted Thorne.

It was her day off from waiting on tables, today she was ‘The’ peacock of Muse. Her lip curled at the thought as her hand tucked wisp of pale hair behind her ear. Her gilded cage was on the floor, door open and awaiting for her entrance. Once her vessel reached its height Chahna surveyed the room and let out a dazzling smile for those craning their heads upwards. She then closed her eyes and allowed the music to dictate her movements. Her hips began to sway from side to side until she was up to beat. Gracefully painted her arms were outstretched to her sides and continued upward until they met each other over her head. Once she was warmed up, she would begin to glow.

Franky's gaze strays up beyond the dancers to the cages above. "Ah yes.. Chahna.. tonights peacock.." mused with a smile. Taking a moment to admire the cage dancer, her eyes playing over the intricate body painting adorning Chahna's skin. '"Yes my dear, you have one of the most coveted duties in the club." Franky informs you, returning her attention to you as traces of wickedness inching along the curve of her smile. "You are allowed to place your hands on almost every beautiful woman in my care." Raising her wine glass, "I know some who would kill for that privilege.. " she playfully murmurs before stealing a sip.

"Oh darling, Urban was just asking me about tonight's roster. Now I know that the Theatre troupe will be in later. They didn't make any special requests did they?" Shifting in her seat to face Thorne, she idly folds one leg over the other. "And wasn't there an earlier group we should be expecting here as well?"

"The Arasaki team?" Franky repeats, her long fingers tracing lightly around the rim of her glass, "We'll have to bring Hitomi down from the fourth floor and staff her as the hostess for their dinner." Glancing at Thorne, a smirk curving her crimson lips, "You know the only reason they didn't directly request her was to see if we remembered." She murmurs with a wink. "Make sure that we do not disappoint them. Oh yes, and have Marie pick the plum wine to be used during dinner. Hitomi knows their saki choice for after their meal, but I don't think she's ever even tasted plum wine."

Pivoting in her stool Franky returns her attention to Chahna preening from the cage, enjoying how the flashing lights from below catch against the metalic bars on occasion. giving a highlighting flash to the glowing beauty within. "I wonder if Chahna would don a kimono and transfer to a cage closer to their table." Addressing Thorne from over her shoulder, "You could paint an impressive dragon going up her couldn't you dear?"

As Urban spun a drink out for one of the other patrons, fierce silvery eyes caught the approach of Chahna from over the rims of his red-hued glasses. By the time she had reached the bar, a small, wide-brimmed glass had been set atop the bar, garnished with shaving-thin flakes of ice within, and a delicate wire "spoon" bearing a sugar cube balanced across the rim. As he heard Chahna's words, a single bottle was ensnared from behind him, the golden-coloured, refreshingly-astringent fluid cascading down over the sugar cube to the ice below. A small, but respectable, amount of the liquour poured, he flicked the wire "spoon" back up into his hand with the smallest of his fingers, the rest of them lifting the glass and placing it within easy reach.

"Sounds like you might have a bit of work tonight, if you're up to it, Bright Star...," the murmured name obviously in approval of her dancing, enhanced by a faint hint of a nod before he drifted back down the counter, attending to another of the customers.

Chahna watched with impressed delight as Urban expertly fixed her a drink. At his words and offering of the delicate drink, Chahna replied with a soft, “Thank you, Urban,” and a smile as her pale cheeks blushed at his approval and the nickname. Taking a savoring sip of her drink, which helped her revitalize her energy, she turned her imploring eyes to Franky and Thorne, eager now to hear what was in store for her.

It took a few seconds for the offering to sink in as Chana’s surprised eyes shifted from Thorne to Franky, then back to Thorne. Chahna was the newest staff to Muse and was still getting her bearings in her environment, but she had learned quickly that to have the opportunity to work with Thorne was a desirable one, something she had secretly hoped for but not dared to voice seeing as she was still new. At the news from Thorne, Chahna’s blush increased and was paired with her happy glow. “I’m feeling particularly brave tonight,” Chahna replied with a playful grin as she lifted her golden drink into the air. Then she added with a smile, “It would be an honor!” Chahna was usually an easy one to read emotions for she not only wore them on her sleeve but her glowing always gave her emotions away.

Thorne ducked her head faintly, hiding a soft laugh behind one gloved hand as Chahna offered her enthusiastic response, slanted emerald eyes glittering with impishness. "Alright, I'll put that to the test tonight, then. Whenever you're ready, Chahna, you go ahead and head into that room towards the back of the dancer's changing room, and shift your clothing to expose whatever areas you want painted," she said, a thoughtful expression crossing her angular elven features for a moment.

"Feel free to use a certain bit of liberty, if ya want. If I remember correctly, there's a rather nice kimono that's floating around somewhere that can have a chip set into it, so the synthisilk can change patterns... and opaqueness... to show off the person beneath." This was said with an impish wink, that emerald gaze traveling thoughtfully over Chahna once more. As the hint of a blush started to appear across her features, she turned back to the Mistress, giving a nod of affermation. "I'll make sure Hitomi gets the message, and based on what she says, I'll wait for her or Marie for the final touches."

With that, she unhooked the heels of her platform boots from the stool rung, and slid off the cushioned surface to her feet. Offering a final wink to Chahna, she gave Franky a faint curtsey before briskly heading off to start attending to the details... her own private conquest here at the club.