i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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devour your fears [rana]
POSTED ON Sept 1, 2020 7:39:23 GMT
if she was going to be completely and utterly blunt--
she didn't want to be here.
especially not in front of other men, shaking her hips for them and their disgusting fantasies. did they speak them? no, she doubts that they would (showing the inner beasts they were; they were all one and the same: a dime in the dozen). still, a bit of money and alcohol to get the tongues wagging was more than enough reason to accept a shameless job like this. were she not on the giving side, she'd have it no other way than to have these men at her feet, under her heel and grovelling by her stilettos.
but that'd probably be for another time.
she hasn't collected that much information, with hoenn being as peaceful as it was. though, there was nothing that a stressed and drunk ranger couldn't spill, if she played her cards correctly and she danced with sugar-laced words well enough. the payout was worth her pride and dignity, enough for her to take the job a second time. so, she dances for a small crowd a second time. the eyes pry her body, but she likes to ignore them.
one man - a particular man - stands out to her. she sees his gaze fall on her and, after a bit of observation, she recalls the face. "ah," she starts, softly to herself upon realization. someone from her line of work. someone she was familiar with. she doesn't know if he's here for the festivities, so she doesn't drop the persona. if anything, she gives him a wink of acknowledgement, and makes quick strides over to him.
"you're staring at me a bit~" she coos, in the same playful tone to match persona "you looking to dance, love?~"
she hopes he gets the hint.
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