Quatre, Entertainer, Ringleader
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Lumios City
Grunt
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Edouard Dumont
Hotel Transylvania [S/Edouard][C]
POSTED ON Aug 10, 2023 4:43:36 GMT
Edouard was in a private table watching his show, ensuring that everyone was performing at the standards that he demanded from his cast. He was a very exacting director and producer, and he wanted only the best from his hands. Many of them were part of his prostitution ring, either taking a break from entertaining johns due to cycle issues or the need for a change. These he placed the highest scrutiny on, if they weren't bringing home cash directly, they needed to be doing a damn fine job. They usually did, with his efforts. Some were prostitutes new to the ring, in one way or another, that he was using to get them exposure, showing them off to the men of means in the city, and these he was the least hard on. He wanted them to make a good first impression, but they were new to the gigs, so he was willing to cut them a bit of slack as they learned. And then, of course, were the regular hired actresses, the actual legitimate members. These, were somewhere in the middle. They had to deliver, but he didn't have a direct 1:1 comparison for how much money they'd be able to bring otherwise, so he only kept his usual perfectionism in their direction.
As a result, the shows had a tendency to be flawless, delighting crowd of men and women alike. Bawdy, perhaps, but elegant and always well performed. No one could dismiss the artistic integrity of displays, even as they worked as displays of what meat was for sale. On the down low of course. Wouldn't want to have to deal with the League without plausible deniability. And he was pretty good at it, all told. It's what let him turn his family's chain of hotels into a moneymaking machine...that and the efforts of the other Revocs in supporting him.
Seeing a woman alone watching the show caught his eye, if only for the sheer oddity of it. While it was gratifying...it was more than a bit unusual. usually the women that saw his shows were either the wives rolling their eyes at the antics of their husbands to be slowly cajoled into enjoying the show, or the vapid arm trophies that were of little use swaying either way. This woman was dressed for success, and she was alone. His curiosity was such that he was willing to inquire further, getting up from his booth.
"You know, if you'd like, I'd be willing to share my private booth as you watch. Maybe split a drink. You look a little lonesome, hope I can help with that." He'd say, instantly laying on charm to the woman. She seemed...vaguely familiar. Was she someone she got a dossier on? Couldn't recall.
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