Nodding, the Bavarian woman pushed her fingers through her hair as she followed after her hostess for the evening.
So far, she had been having quite the successful night. She’d closed one of the biggest deals of her career, had finally stumbled across one of the bars she was more than particularly welcome to, bumped into a beautiful young woman, and had managed to find herself standing at the stranger’s front door. It was more adventure than she had anticipated for the evening, for sure.
She gave Finley’s figure a quick, but obvious glance, her gaze moving over the woman as she let herself imagine what sorts of marks might accent her body, what sorts of secrets she might hide. She idly worked her lip between her teeth as she thought, only releasing it as the door swung open in front of her. Her gaze quickly flicked from her hostess to the room that had been opened to her, her lips pursed slightly as she gave a low whistle at the lavishness of the woman’s living arrangements, her eyes roaming the décor, noting the furniture. It was an impressive pad.
She was no stranger to wealth. She and exuberant lifestyle had been companions for a long time now, but even with that exposure to opulence, this place was rich. It was impressive, if she was being honest. Nicer than her own place, for sure. It was only half unpacked, boxes still cluttering half the rooms, things still tucked in tentative places as they waited for her attention. Seeing this place made her really want to put that project to bed. With a quiet smile, she resolved to herself that, when she was home, she would start just that.
Whether that actually happened this time remained to be seen.
She turned her good eye to Finley and gave a quick turn, the skirts of her dress swaying with the motion as she gave a sultry curl of her lips, one hand lifting to push a stray lock of strawberry tresses behind her ear. “Your place is fantastic, Finley. Absolutely beautiful.”
She turned her gaze to the long, huge window that almost seemed to double as a skylight. She was sure that was beautiful during the day, if the shutters were ever allowed open. The whole place had an air of charm about it that was most seductive, like she was being drawn to just… stay there. It was comfortable, clean, organized… it was just fabulous. She gave a quick laugh and moved her hand to her things, pulling them free from the jacket that had been procured for her and held the metal cylinder in her hand, her gaze finding the woman she’d literally followed home, and grinned. “Is there someplace I could… leave this, for a while?”
Winter is Coming {Finley}
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“You become a changed person when you face the reaper and deny him your soul.”
“You become a changed person when you face the reaper and deny him your soul.”
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Finley peered at the interior of her abode; it wasn’t supremely modern but nor was it outdated. There was something timeless about the decor, though she often had fun moving the furniture around. Why she had purchased something so ostentatious when she was barely home she couldn’t properly say, except that when she was home, she felt comfortable. She enjoyed the opulence.
”Wherever you like,” Finley said. She had no special repository for architectural plans in a tube. Any table or couch would do. ”The place is secure if you’re worried about it,” she said. Finley had hired cleaners who had keys but they weren’t due for another few days; their schedule was tight and set in stone. Finley had to make sure she was not in the house when they were there; they were liable to open the shutters for light and she’d rather not be burnt to a crisp. It was a minor inconvenience if it meant she didn’t have to do her own dusting.
This was what Finley had worked her whole life for. By ‘work’, she flirted and bounced from man to man, shamelessly playing on the gold-digger trope. Turned out, she didn’t have to sell her body or tie herself in marital contract to anyone. All she had to do was die and come back to life as an immortal allurist. She lucked out on the rich and generous sire.
”Only the cleaners have access but they’re not going to be interested in that,” he said, wandering further into the apartment and stretching her arms over her head, eventually dropping her bag and keys on the kitchen counter.
”Do you want anything to drink…?” she asked. An Allurist through and through, Finley kept the kitchen well-stocked. There was liquor and mixers, and crisp cold beer in the fridge. Finley opened said fridge and pulled out one of those beers, slipping the can into a cooler -- the fridge door remained open as Finley arched a brow, waiting for Winter’s order, should she have one.
There was something else Finley would prefer to drink. Something warm and alive. But it would hardly be good manners to snack on Winter without offering some kind of… foreplay.
”Wherever you like,” Finley said. She had no special repository for architectural plans in a tube. Any table or couch would do. ”The place is secure if you’re worried about it,” she said. Finley had hired cleaners who had keys but they weren’t due for another few days; their schedule was tight and set in stone. Finley had to make sure she was not in the house when they were there; they were liable to open the shutters for light and she’d rather not be burnt to a crisp. It was a minor inconvenience if it meant she didn’t have to do her own dusting.
This was what Finley had worked her whole life for. By ‘work’, she flirted and bounced from man to man, shamelessly playing on the gold-digger trope. Turned out, she didn’t have to sell her body or tie herself in marital contract to anyone. All she had to do was die and come back to life as an immortal allurist. She lucked out on the rich and generous sire.
”Only the cleaners have access but they’re not going to be interested in that,” he said, wandering further into the apartment and stretching her arms over her head, eventually dropping her bag and keys on the kitchen counter.
”Do you want anything to drink…?” she asked. An Allurist through and through, Finley kept the kitchen well-stocked. There was liquor and mixers, and crisp cold beer in the fridge. Finley opened said fridge and pulled out one of those beers, slipping the can into a cooler -- the fridge door remained open as Finley arched a brow, waiting for Winter’s order, should she have one.
There was something else Finley would prefer to drink. Something warm and alive. But it would hardly be good manners to snack on Winter without offering some kind of… foreplay.
