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"Ironic really.." Franky murmurs, ".. considering beholders are the plague of psionists everywhere." Her finger still tapping softly against her leg to the rhythm of the music, she glances at him. "A creature the person looking at it would not want to own.. Does that imply that everyone sees it differently, or is it just the owner's impression? It would be interesting if it was up to the owner's tastes. I'd be very curious what type of creature even Marie would not wish to own.."

Bringing her glass to her lips, she sips lightly at the sweet but potent crimson fluid. "How long would it take you to aquire this little beastie?" Taking a better look at his expression, she notes just how excited he seems to be about the job.. ".. I assume you'd get right on it, yes?"

The blush hopelessly engulfs her skin and Marie coils into the nibbling ever so faintly, her body pressing back against the warm embrace. She was externally grateful that Thorne did not often do these administrations in public view, as Marie knew all too well how powerful her own body’s reaction was. The touch sends shivers to ripple down her skin and creates a longing that clouds her every thought. She had always been a sensitive girl, but years and years of remaining untouched had left her flesh starving for a lover’s caress. The ease with which her hunger can be triggered surprises and embarrasses her, requiring as little as the scent of her lover’s skin close to hers to ignite the spark.

All too soon the attentions have ended, the wistful nature of the murmured sigh pulling Marie’s attention back to acknowledge the disappointing reality that they are not the only two creatures in existence. “..Chahna?” The words came out barely above a whisper as she struggled to focus on the subject at hand, the warm breath against her ear serving to sabotage her efforts, “Oh.. attire. Of course..” a new flush rising to her cheeks. For stars sakes, get ahold of yourself girl. “Is this for tonight? Kimonos take time. If they will be here soon, I must get started on it quickly.”

He chuckled. " The Arasaki team, eh? Hitomi will be their waitress then, I am assuming. I am sure I could find something in my arsenal of decorations. Perhaps a spitting dragon? I remember last time they were here, because the day after, i received one. It slithers around the table, changing colors and enchanting those that watch. Only reason its illegal is because even without it burning incense it could cause the entertained to partake in acts that they normally wouldn't. Of course, i know that wont be a problem here, right? After all, they did choose the Muse, instead of the oriental room in the hotel. Now, about the incense, I have numerous emotion evoking scents. Love, Lust, Power, the need to spend money, or i also have dragons breath, which works best in the spitting dragon. Maybe a mix, Dragons breath and spending. It will do nicely, eh?"He finishes his drink. "And I think i will show off a few Zadaan lotus. They are just like the rose, but they aren't parasitic, just poisonous. That should be better for your tables. And when do you think they will be here? Incense takes time to mix"

"Nox darling, you really are too much. Spitting dragon, money spending incense." Franky laughs lightly, shaking her head, "However did you decide to become a merchandise trader instead of an actor? You have such a dramatic spirit. It's no wonder that you get along so well with the performers here. You also long for the beautiful, dangerous sparklies."

She sighs softly, rather content with her mirth. "The dragon can't come anywhere near the table. The Arasaki group are business men and would not appreciate an animal, exotic or not, slithering around their place settings. You know how formal they can be. However if the little beast will stay in a relatively smal area, we could always place it upon the living statue displayed closest to the table and it could slither around the model." Franky smiles at the idea, "It will be fun to see the model's struggle not to squirm." Leaning back against the bar counter, she continues, "The money spending incense is unnecessary. One of the reasons business men come here is because we do not pull tricks like that. Instead they shower us with their partonage because we give them exactly what they want. Switch it to a light blend that gives a slight feeling of power or importance. They are CEOs. They enjoy feeling like gods. The girls will act to encourage them. Oh, and the lotus sounds lovely."

She pauses now, going through the list in her mind for confirmation. "So Dragon's Breath, Self Importance, and the Lotus on the tables. That should do nicely." Reaching out, she briefly touches your hand, "I know I can always count on you Nox. When can they be ready? The clients will be here in a couple of hours."

.:: Like a butterfly through a paper shredder...

((...oi vey, work is utterly and completely kicking my tail, so incredibly sorry for the various delays. Will try to be a little more diligent in posting in the future... ; ; ))

Once she exited the elevator, Thorne took a slightly detour-ridden trip through the twisting hallways of the employee's hidaway behind the walls. A few things gathered here, a couple of favours cashed in for that item there, she finally made her way to the dressing rooms, arms adorned with the various impliments of artistic adornment. She made her way quickly over to the far corner of the dressing rooms, the one adorned with the largest tables and mirrors, and carefully scattered the various articles about the space, leaving the various inks, quills, brushes, and articles of clothing in ready reach.

Slanted emerald orbs surveyed her work briefly, a pensive nibbling of her lower lip marking the mental checklist she was tracing her way down as she confirmed that she had everything she needed... sans the kimono that Marie was working on. Marie... that was a... distracting... line of thought to allow her mind to drift down... and so, to re-orient herself on the moment (and the arriving Arasaki team), she peered around, looking for the star of the show.

"Chahna... you here? I've got the stuff I need to get you dolled up for your performance. Kimono will be down in a bit, but we can get started on the inking as quick as you're ready...." she called out, slanted eyes searching about the expance of the dressing rooms...

Chahna was strumming her fingers, on the changing room table, to the beat of the echoing music. It seemed like only seconds ago she was twirling around in her gilded cage, hovering above the crowd. Goosebumps ran along her arms even though she nestled herself in a luxuriously soft white robe. Her heart was still thumping valiantly in her chest from that experience. Hidden underneath the robe was only Chahna’s luminescent skin. She did not know how far the inking would require, but she was resolved to make a lasting impression on the Arasaki team. Plus the drink concocted by Urban gave her more courage in her resolve.

She began wondering where Thorne and Marie were…then she smiled sheepishly. Of course she knew what was taking them longer than expected and Chahna didn’t mind at all. She let a sigh slip through her lips as thought of the pair, with a hint of envy. But envious feeling was short-lived for when Chahna knew that if she ever felt a hint of lust…her skin glowed a funny greenish color that made her look as if she were sick out on sea. It was something Chahna decided with practice and her tenacity not to show off in public.

Then again, when she was nervous Chahna started glowing a purplish hue that made her look hypoxic or suffering from a myocardial infarction. Right now, she was definitely nervous and it showed in the reflection of a nearby mirror.

It was then, Chahna heard Thorne calling out for her. "Here I am!" she answered and scurried out of the changing room. Spotting Thorne in her inking corner, Chahna added in an excited voice, "I'm ready!"