you don't talk to no one, don't you look at nothin'

[verbrannt]

No one's gonna love you
No one's gonna touch you
No one's gonna look at you the way that I do
No one's gonna save you
Use you up and break you
I'm the one you pray to every night 'cause you're mine

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[verbrannt]

So far, so good.

"Understood, my Lady," Astrid replies demurely, completing the response with a perfect curtsey even in her long dress. "I shall be honored."

Instead of taking the customary step backward before turning, Astrid twists away slowly, giving the Countess plenty of time to notice wide, open diamond at the back of the dress, revealing smooth, bare skin all the way down to the tapered V at the small of her back. She drifts away, melting into the crowd to pass time collecting other information over the next few hours.

A minute before midnight, she ascends the grand staircase up the side, keeping to the back as she awaits for the Countess' own ascension.

[satanava]

The ensuing hours are excruciatingly long; Nadia finds her eye flickering to the great clock at the head of the room with alarming frequency, and she drinks perhaps a little more than is strictly necessary. Hoping that each ensuing glass of her favored Golden Goose, imported directly from Marquet, will make the time pass a little more quickly. But there are many dull conversations and awkward dances to endure before she is to receive her gift from the esteemed Lady de Barbarac.

Eventually, though, the hour grows suitably late that she excuses herself from her present company, begging off to nurse one of the headaches she is well-known to suffer from. Despite her excuses, though, and despite the wine, Nadia's head is sharp as anything as she ascends the grand marble staircase that leads to her wing of the palace. Her late husband the Count had a taste for extravagance that was only matched by Nadia's own, and it shows in the decor.

She's announced less by her footsteps, muffled in her satin slippers, and more by the soft rustling of feathers over marble. Her fingers skim the polished brass handrail as her eyes swivel left to right behind her feathered mask. And at last they alight on the slim figure in the shadows; her wine-red lips split into a brilliant smile.

"I see you haven't run off before we could reconvene." She sounds delighted.

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"I hate to leave before a job is completed, my Lady." Astrid steps silently from the shadows, chin tilted upward to assess the Countess' condition. Certainly more intoxicated than when they had met earlier, which meant this might go along more easily than she anticipated.

"And I meant it when I said it will be an honor." It doesn't matter, in truth, but if certain rumors were true, she was at the very least in for an enjoyable evening. It would be hard to complain about that aspect, later on. There were far worse things.

Astrid lets Nadia lead the way, following behind with a sharp eye to the path for quick memorization. She makes mental notes of the doors they pass that look promising for later.

The Countess' chambers are...extravagant. The word feels like an understatement, truthfully, and she can't help but pause a little bit in wonder. It's a good cover - giving herself time to note windows and other possible exits.

As she allows her gaze to come back to Nadia, she begins to slowly peel off her gloves.

"Do you have any preferences, my lady?"

[satanava]

Indeed, her crimson eyes—often whispered-about and assumed to be a product of some magical glamour—are a little unfocused behind her mask, but she's certainly not stumbling drunk or anywhere near approaching it. But her body language has relaxed from their earlier encounter, the elegant line of her shoulders less tense and formal as she leads Astrid to her chambers. She doesn't say another word until the door is closed behind them, at which point she pulls her feathered mask off to reveal her face properly at last.

The question makes her smirk, setting the mask on her vanity table and turning toward her companion with hunger plain on her face. The flash of skin she'd gotten as Astrid had turned away from her earlier has haunted her all evening.

"Mm, a few. First I would like to know what I should call you."

She doesn't particularly care if it's her real name or not, but having a name to use makes everything a little easier.

[verbrannt]

Astrid doesn't remove her mask quite yet, taking her time with the gloves, loosening each finger slowly before peeling one hand free. Her hands are small but elegant, not quite dainty, but certainly capable.

"You may call me Eléa, my lady," she answers neutrally, tugging at the fingertips of the other glove. "Or whatever you wish to call me, for the duration that I am in your service tonight."

Perhaps it is too much the obvious ploy to use her teeth to pull the second glove free, but somehow she feels that Nadia would rather enjoy the obvious flirtation. Leaning just a little over the line of the act is sometimes what makes it more convincing, after all.

Much in the way that she turns, ostensibly to set the gloves on a nearby table, while also conveniently giving the Countess another view of her back. Astrid glances at her surreptitiously to ensure that she is watching, before lifting both hands to carefully loosen the tie of the mask behind her head, being sure to arch into the movement and give even more length to the curve of her spine.

[satanava]

As Astrid undresses, Nadia is content to perch at her vanity, slowly pulling pins from her hair while she enjoys the show. The smooth expanse of skin revealed by this young lady's dress is certainly mouthwatering; Nadia wants to press her lips to every inch.

"Eléa will do nicely." It's elegant and airy, reminding Nadia of the Elven tongues. It suits her, even if it isn't her real name. Five, six, seven pins and those yards of pink-violet hair go tumbling down her shoulders. Nadia's fingers shake through the tresses, sighing as the tension on her scalp is relieved.

She rises, still wearing that magnificent feathered gown, and crosses to where Astrid is removing her mask. Gently, her fingertip traces the exposed length of her spine, her voice approaching one ear as the other hand takes the mask from Astrid's hand and sets it aside.

"As for my other preferences...I am a very busy woman. I spend my days making important decisions. When it comes to me leisure time...I prefer to allow someone else to take the lead. Do you understand?"