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some things are worth waiting for!

[At least she didn't catch him needing to take a bath. The act of blowdrying all his fur would burn up thirty minutes all by himself. It's just a matter of brushing out his hair, picking an outfit that was stylish but wouldn't linger too long in a thug's memory, and hauling himself up from the lower floors. They really ought to put a damn elevator in, he thinks, even if it was a shitty one.]

[He makes it to the lobby 32 minutes later.]

[His eyes glance over the space, he checks the Watch, and only then does he notice the innocent redhead making eyes at him. As if anyone in this place were "innocent." It doesn't strike him as a random hook-up. One would think those would be way more common but so many people had these scruples. He crosses the floor to stand in front of her.]

Heya, lady. [he grins] Waitin' for an escort?

[He grins, and she smiles. There is nothing at all about this woman that looks like the one he had met in the Pod. Her skin glistens dewy with a more obvious youth instead of maturity, her eyes are wide and bright rather than thin and abyssal dark, her body is shorter and perkier... she does not even smell the same. But if Aak had a good memory, a good sense for such things... perhaps he might recognize the way her lips curl upwards in the corners.]

I was, actually...

[Her voice doesn't sound the same, cute and lyrical rather than husky and sultry.]

You wouldn't happen to be free? Or... are you waiting on someone else?

[Was it one of those rare few without scruples, or... ?]

[There couldn't be more differences between the woman in front of him and Kiritsubo from the pods. He's mainly relying on a few facts. He knows he's supposed to be meeting the woman here. He knows the cover story they came up with and that Kiritsubo had assured him of her ability to play it. And he knew that every movement of Kiritsubo's had oozed with sex appeal.]

[If this was a misfire, if this was just an attractive DTF woman, then...]

[... well, he'd deal with that when he got there. Surely nothing could go wrong with standing up a woman like that.]

I was thinkin' of going someplace that'd be dangerous for a cute-looking gal like you...

[he rubs his furry chin like he's really thinking about it,]

Don't suppose you like dark, smoke-filled rooms and illicit deals?

Oh, dangerous?

[Despite how tight her skirt and blouse were, they were modest in coverage, and when she leans forward in her seat and the motion presses her breasts against her forearm, there is no hint of bare cleavage, only the shift of silky fabric and some buttons straining for their lives.]

I wouldn't mind dark, smoke-filled rooms and illicit deals if someone were there to protect me~

[She lets her eyes trail over Aak slow and appreciative, completely shameless in how a slip of tongue pulls her bottom lip into the nip of her teeth.]

I'm part of the deal... ? You have to watch while I fuck someone for information? Is it some sort of play like that... ?

[In favor of this being Kiritsubo: the bodyguard shtick being brought up. Against this being Kiritsubo: bringing up a completely tangential sexual fantasy. It sows some doubt.]

[While it sows doubt it also sows ideas. The same thing that helped him be so attracted to Kiritsubo was showing through here- sexuality as a blunt weapon. The Golden Peacock may have a ton of gold and diamonds but it was a crass, obvious place. Still, so many people who were stuck here held on to their previous beliefs of what was acceptable. So, a pretty lady, biting her lower lip, posting her kinks on main?]

I'm not much of a watching guy, usually... [his fingers twitch from where they're idly resting, a sign of the thoughts running through his head]

Although you make a prettier picture than me fuckin' 'em.

[So, if her kink involves someone having sex with the thugs, it should be her.]

[A little doubt at first was fun, wasn't it? The cautious probing, the guessing, the trying to trap someone without knowing if they were really the one you were trying to ensnare or not.]

I would be the prettier picture... you'd be the cuter one...

[And she certainly doesn't seem opposed to either way that might shake out, not with the way she's looking, her fingers playing with one of the straining buttons as if tempted to pop it or not depending on the answer she receives.]

Or... we could cut the thugs out of my cunt altogether if you're the jealous type~ Is there anywhere only half private in those dark, smoke-filled rooms... ?

[There's a snort of a laugh at her addition. While he's accepted that being cute is a tool in his arsenal it's harder to imagine that with shady back-alley deals. It was harder for him to think "cute" when that close to the shades of his previous lifestyle. Although, perhaps, to a stranger, the edge of genuine fear and distaste might be quite cute.]

[It was much safer to go 1-on-1. That, though, drags him further from the idea that this is who he's supposed to meet. Still, he's eying those fingertips against her shirt and considering.]

Jealous, huh? I prefer "active participant"~ [There's a glance over his shoulder, though, as he scans the lobby for anyone more obviously Kiritsubo. She had complained about being made to wait so it made no sense for her to be late. Not that people had to ever make sense. If she were late then that surely would buy him some grace, an excuse, if he went off and made a new friend.]

I can find us a place. [he decides, extending his hand to the redhead.]

[Perhaps the cute miss is not imagining, properly, what sort of shady places a random stranger could take her, and simply thinks she is control of all of this, throwing around words like "cute" and "cunt" with little mind for a theme. Perhaps she's new, and thinks she will make easy work of this place if she can just find suitors this easily to snag their cards.

Because when he looks around as if he was supposed to be looking for someone else, when it seems like maybe she has been chosen over another... Aak will turn back around to find her expression looking somewhat... smug? Like she won something.]

I like active. I probably should have asked your card suit and all that, but...

[Taking her fingers from her button (for now), she reaches out to take his hand, seeming to curiously admire the inhuman aspects before she accepts the actual purpose to be helped to her feet. Kiritsubo was a few centimeters taller than Aak, even taller with her heels, not that it had mattered when they first met in a Pod with her boots already kicked off and none of their time together spent on their feet, but this young woman is approximately the same height, petite and delicate and just a bit bratty in how she leans in, clinging to his arm like one imagined an escort would go if they were some sort of prince.]

Lead the way~

[Ultimately, it's not Aak's job to look out for a stranger who might be in over their head. He's been offered a fun little game and he wants to take it. He's technically been offered two fun little games but this is the one right in front of him. If he got an angry text later, well, he'd hope a chest like Kiritsubo's was full of love and mercy.]

Don't worry about it, [he reassures her. He was prepared to lead her arm-in-arm but he didn't expect quite the latching on. It was cute, in the sort of curated way that made him think, "yea, she knows she's cute."]

You get spending money for repeats anyways. [he grins, offering a little victory sign with his free hand. He relied on that cash as a low rank, after all.]

[He starts them off in the direction that would lead to the clubs, entertainment, away from the gaudy gold and towards the gaudy neon. He does spare one glance back at the lobby. Even if it was too late to turn back, even if he doesn't know what he'd do if he saw Kiritsubo in her recognizable form. The fact he doesn't see such a woman at least alleviates any guilt he might feel.]

[Kiritsubo's chest was purported to be the fluffiest in all the youkai world, so surely there was some degree of warmth in there...

But the chest of the young woman who has attached herself to his arm might be more pressing, now, the clutch that indeed spoke to her awareness of her own charms smushing her pert breasts around a slim arm and straining those valiant shirt buttons once more.]

Oh... so if you're a good lay we could fuck again and still get a bonus?

[Cutely, she echoes the V-sign, hers topped not with claws but sweetly painted pink nails, complete with what seems to be little rhinestones. If she notices the last look to the lobby... no, maybe she does. Her clingy hold on him grows a bit tighter and all but attempts to tug his attention back to her, a put upon pout on her lips.]

What kind of place are going to, hmm? You didn't say exactly how scared I should be~

[While there some lingering suspicion, he intends to just move forward with his plans here. Maybe if the opportunity comes up he can ask about Kiritsubo's weird drug either way. Drugs before snugs, as the back alley doctors would say. That was the fun of meeting up with a stranger. There was nothing the other person was owed.]

[Never mind that so many of his disposable relationships became something more here, that the house did weave its insidious little threads of fate into a web.]

Exaaa~ctly, [he praises her, drawing out his words with a swish of the tail]

Ever been to the Naked Yolk before? [Working with the idea she's new, or new-ish,] Lots'a people with connections like to hang out there. The place is above-board but it's a great place to find stuff under it, yanno?

[He knows a few familiar faces there, people he was willing to idly chat business with. There was no one big enough to risk an alliance with but plenty of people who were willing to trade this for that.]

So, like, scared enough to turn a big guy on a lil'.

[His tail swishes... her rear wriggles, like an unconscious mirror. Or perhaps she's jealous. Tails were cute, after all, weren't they?]

I've heard things... the sort that make a girl curious about what's under...

[The word choice remains careful, the tone so natural and casual that only someone keen to such an angle would find them actually so. It's easier to believe in flirtations and play, isn't it? Isn't it more fun to?]

If I should be scared enough to turn a big guy on a little... does that mean I'll turn you on a lot... ?

[They were a pair of rather petite interlopers, weren't they? Her eyes are sparkling with interest, what passes for mounting nerves and excitement making her clutch on his escort arm a bit tight, her movements a bit tight. But for all the teasing that could be done, the verbal sparring... She entrusts him with their destination.]

Lead the way, cutie~

[Once they got there... Maybe there would be a surprise.]

[Aak can't imagine not exploring his curiosity immediately. Then again, if he had a built-in-excuse to not want to wander into the underworld alone he would probably take it. For all its faults, Terra was pretty egalitarian. He knew plenty of gals who were the scariest thing in any dark ally.]

[And maybe this chick wasn't even scared of going alone, she just hadn't found a moment. He was now her opportunity.]

Ha! [he laughs, bumping her shoulder to his. Even with their close proximity he can take little moments of pushing closer.]

If I'm trying to scare you, you'll know. [He's not going to get turned on from random, exaggerated fear. There was a specific set of ingredients that got him going. Kiritsubo might remember the way he enjoyed tying her up, to have her at some play-version of his mercy.]

And I'm pretty good at it when I set my mind to it.

[The question was, would this woman have any of the things that made him want to torment a person? He's being chivalrous now, the tiny knight between her and the big, bad thugs. That could change at any point. It could change as they enter the Naked Yolk. They move behind the curtains, to the main area where a haze of smoke circulates.]

[They're going to be even closer soon, won't they... ? He bumps, and she bumps back, using her free hand to fake gasp and let her fingers hover in front of her lips like she was trying to hold the words in... but didn't.]

Oh, no~ My imagination is going to run rampant, now...

[But it will have to run rampant later. The Naked Yolk was here. Perhaps it's excitement, that makes her cleave all the closer to Aak as they wander through the main area, her eyes slowly drifting past the wisps of smoke, brushing over silhouettes of patrons at ease, in conversation, sliding against each other. This area could get somewhat lewd, but... He had promised her more than somewhat.]

Where's the entrance to the basement... ? This smoke always makes me so heady...

[There is a bit of a flush on her cheeks that hadn't been there before. Perhaps she was sensitive to it... ? (Or perhaps she had simply made herself sensitive to it, for affect.]

Yea? Keep dreamin' about it, then.

[It's been strange to walk in a world where his threats are treated idly. It does dawn on him that for whatever new bits of reputation he's picked up there are some that don't follow him. Is it weird to be considering his father's legacy while arm-in-arm with a hot redhead? Yes. Still, he's heading down into a less ethical place in the resort with only his own reputation around him.]

[Aak steadies his arm against her.]

Don't worry about it, don't worry. [Although if she were to actually go weak in the knees he might struggle a bit. It's all the more reason to get to that entrance quickly. Aak greets a woman standing near the entrance with a wave of his two fingers. He usually didn't come with company but it was more a curiosity than anything to trigger alarms.]

[Plenty of people brought friends, lovers, toys around.]

Might be more fun to not remember it all anyways, right?

[Oh... She's not worrying.

But to play into the act, she does clutch his arm a bit tighter, lean on him just a bit heavier. But even then, it's hard to tell if she's genuinely heady from the strongly scented (and sometimes spiked) smoke or if she's just using it as an excuse to nuzzle into his fur, humming with a little rumble as she cracks an eye back open and gives the bouncer a little wave. Down, down into the basement...

So many things were allowed down here. Encouraged. Celebrated.

"Innocent" looking eyes flit over the debauchery they find, growing slightly wicked the further they go. Maybe that's why her fingers begin playing with the buttons of her blouse. One undone... two undone... a hint, a bit more of pale white cleavage...]

Would those gentlemen be the illicit dealers you mentioned... ?

[The ones she had suggested fucking if he wanted to watch. The ones she had said could just watch, if he preferred to have her himself. How titillating.]

[Women loved his fur. Well, women and Genya. Even if she was actually weak from the smoke she still chose to snuggle up against his fur while she hung on him. That contact also means he's confident in her location, leaving his own eyes to flit around the basement lounge.]

[In his mind, the sex was the least sketchy thing happening. The sex was just a means to enjoy themselves through the highs and lows. He spots a few of the usual dudes. He considers sending a signal but then his attention is drawn back,]

Lady, you can't just say it out loud, [he tilts his head to look down at her, realizing she's undone quite a few buttons. The pale cleavage is nice, sure, but, is that the edge of something dark peeking out? Didn't look like a hidden suit mark.]

They're fine, upstanding gentlemen. I can introduce ya', if you'd like.

[Or make her an offering in exchange for information about what new underground mixes were on the market. See if he could find anything out about that Zone stuff.]

[What's not to love? It's soft, it feels good to stroke, rubbing against skin... and oh. She has it in her to feign embarrassment, reaching up to cover her lips with her fingers as if needing to shush herself to prevent letting any other secrets or tells spill free.]

Oops... Sorry...

[A coquettish bit of consideration goes into it, whether to go back to her first little fantasy of this being some sort of trade, but... he said he didn't like to just watch, didn't he? He preferred doing the having... so she could play that game another time, with another person. She ends up pouting slightly and shaking her head, choosing him with a little tightening of her grip on his arm.]

Didn't you want me for yourself... ?

[It's not a suit mark peaking out from her shifting, half-unbuttoned blouse. It's not not rounded like the curves of a Heart, Spade or Club, not pointed like a Diamond... hints of yellow and black...]

I don't mind if you have to do a little business first, but... if you kept me waiting too long unsatisfied, I might accidentally get stolen away...

[Lashes flutter teasingly, gaze flicking to and back from the faint sounds of a moan in one of the smoky corners.]

Of course... if you needed to offer me as a bonus to sweeten a deal... and they needed a demonstration to make sure I was up for such a scandalous thing...

[Wouldn't that satisfy both little urges? A girl could dream...]

[There was the muddy line between his business and his pleasure. Offering her up to someone might be better for business. Taking her for himself was better for pleasure. Or would the information he earned be more important than some random lady he picked up in the lobby?]

[Just some random lady, not like the hint of tattoo brings anything to memory from just that corner glimpse. Although the number of people he's met with tattoos was so small... maybe more, once Kiritsubo got her hands on people. With that, the pieces are on the table, he's just a bit distracted to put them together. She's offering tantalizing ideas and he's wondering which contact he should approach first. Plus, which one can he save the most face with?]

You really got a mind like a porno plot, lady. It's cute, [he follows it up quickly, in case there was any room for doubt.]

Ten minutes of business max. [he flashes a grin, starting to tug her in the direction of a booth. She can see his posture and attitude shift from one type of bravado to another. There's a certain type of swagger he puts on with underworld types, an extra level of shielding as he starts exchanging greetings with the figures around the table.]

[Just some random lady. One who giggles and coquettishly purses her lips, accepting his dubious praise and her ten-minute-long concession to letting him ~business~, for all she seems to be somewhat ignorant of exactly how that would be done outside of an AV script. But if they're both happy with the results, then what does it matter, hmm?

She goes along more than willingly, doing her best impression of switching from the cuter, cruder woman he had met in the lobby to a more befitting eye candy for the arm of a drug-dabbling business dealer. Perhaps she has chosen an aloof sort of bit, seeing as she never even introduces herself beyond a smile and a flutter of lashes. Though she begins the talk at Aak's side, curves melded to his arm and nestled hip to hip... slowly she begins to show an interest in their company. Little encouraging phrases here and there, noncommittal but vaguely forward, a touch lingering on the knee, a laugh that's so perfectly flattering...

It's never said in clear words aloud (not yet anyway), that she might be on offer... but when one of the men starts signalling that he might know things, have a connection... she certainly turns her attention there, ever so helpful. He seems more willing to talk when she is leaning towards him, the next button on her blouse fairly quivering with the strain of keeping the fabric closed. When he stalls and starts hemming about them not being usual customers, she pouts and scoots over more his way, and before long she is in his lap, helping in quiet, subtle ways to plyi answers to Aak's questions out, ever so helpfully.

As she croons a question for him, flattering him and his connections while bringing attention to how Aak wanted to know this or that, that she would be so grateful, too... he tries to take advantage and be a bit fresh, whether she was potentially someone else's woman or not. When he plucks teasingly at her clothing, easily popping that strained button to spill a bit more of her cleavage free...

It reveals a tell-tale wasp masquerading at first glance as a bee, crawling across the dripping honeycomb of a hive to be plundered all inked in perfect lines and crisp colors across her pale breast.

And if Aak's eyes travel there... When they travel back up it will be to find his companion smiling wicked.]

[It was, at least, easier to get information within his particular area of expertise. Aak tried not to ask about any other criminal elements of the place. Sometimes they came up, no person was wholly immune to bragging, after all. And sometimes it would be dropped in a sentence so casually, like the acts and deals were the picture of normalcy, and it would surely set a normal person's heart to ice.]

[To Aak, it's just the briefest flicker of discomfort before offering praise or understanding.]

[The market for drugs that originated outside the walls of the resort was a strange and volatile one. The supply was erratic and seemed to depend on what worlds had residents here. In order for a drug to make their way here, at least one person from its native world needed to be a guest. And Aak can reassure him, nah, nah, he talked to the person who knew about it, she was still here. She wouldn't be turned to stone so easy! So, there's at least one person there...]

[While mainly handling negotiations, Aak does end up casting his eyes towards his companion. He's wondering if maybe the mention of another woman might cause some vitriol to slip into those eyes...]

[... Ah. Aak has to stifle a laugh into a cough. In the back of his mind he just thinks, well, damn, if she didn't like the cover story that much she could have said something! It's all in good jest, though, and the request is out there for what he's going to be looking for.]

[It's an interesting enough conversation. His companion is actually intrigued by the answers, the possibility of whether the drug she was familiar with would ever, could ever, make its way to the black market back halls of the Golden Peacock. It would be terribly dangerous for the guests if it did, after all. It could be terribly advantageous for her if it did.

And how sweet, that Aak is so sure that Kiritsubo wouldn't be turned to stone. A ringing endorsement, even.

So there's no vitriol to be found. Only the wicked smirk shared outside of the range of the dealer's vision, the inside joke now revealed in the marks of a tattoo far too distinctive to belong to anyone but the woman Aak had met in the pods. Except then... and now... Oh, what a cute cover. The classic cough maneuver. As Aak clears his throat, the woman just then revealed as Kiritsubo continues to play the part of slightly-slutty assistant in the criminal's lap, and that act continues until the talk is complete.

Until she crawls off said lap and slinks on all fours back across the cushioned seats. A playful little squeal and a chastising "naughty boy!" are thrown back over her shoulder when the dealer takes advantage of the view and the scandalously short skirt to land a little spank as she leaves, but it doesn't veer her from the path towards her goal. Towards Aak, towards knees that her hands alight upon, tattooed tits threatening to spill from the half-undone blouse. From here, back close, still all but flashing their more unsavory company...

She cannot help but search her escort's face for his opinion on her little prank, sweeter looking lips than the wicked ones he'd seen when they first met curling into a smile. The cover story hadn't been an issue, but when she found the opportunity to tease him this way...]

Ten minutes max, wasn't it... ?

[And if business was over...]

[If Aak wasn't so used to attractive women getting one over on him...]

[It's not like he's lost anything from her prank. They've done exactly what they set out to do. She just got to delight in his lack of knowledge for a bit. He would probably do the same if he could change his appearance so dramatically. It's a slight jostle to his feeling of control but he'd endured worse. Especially since the woman crawls over to him with a perfect excuse to not be talking to these guys any longer.]

[He brushes his hand over her shoulder, trailing down to the curve of her back. Up close she can see the little signs that he was surprised by her play. She can also see a strain to his smile under the fur although it's hard to attribute that to her or the crowd of men they're speaking with.]

Aw, babe, you weren't having fun? [he leans into her a bit, so he has enough reach to drag a hand over the curve of her ass and make sure her skirt's some amount of smoothed. It doesn't cover anything but that's a different problem.]

You did a good job fakin' it, if you weren't. Women sure are good at that, huh.

[While it sounds like misogynistic garbage it's also a simple compliment mixed into casual conversation. She's good at that.]

Mmmm, we are.

[She was. And because she is who she is... There is no offense she can take, whether his words were taken straight or for the insinuation beneath them. Not only was she someone who had been born in a misogynistic age in which much poorer opinions about women were commonplace... She could tell what he meant, and she appreciated the compliment. Besides... As mildly interested as she was in whether someone could actually find Zone-00 in this place...

The main thing she had come out for today was Aak.]

But I want to have fun with you...

[... Teasing him was a perk. The lean closer required to smooth her skimpy skirt down over her ass (as much as possible) allows her to leave his knees with a little squeeze, threatening to crawl right into his lap if her attention weren't diverted. - It is, for a brief moment, for sharp nails to toy with his shirt collar, her lips curling higher in the corners with a rosy, mischievous smile.]

Do you want to share with your new friends, or should we get a room... ?

[One of those scenarios was lewder than the other... but only one of them was a situation she might actually answer questions about how in the world he had met a youthful red-head in the hotel lobby and not a white-haired tanuki.]

[When it was a stranger, the idea of passing her around or sharing with some of the guys here was more enticing. Hell, it might have been fine if he'd just been sure of who he was with the whole time. Kiritsubo wouldn't have said everything she did in disguise if she didn't mean it. They'd agreed beforehand that this sort of play might happen!]

[He might try to push through, to do something he wasn't wholly comfortable with just to spite his own mind. Except the same way he believes Kiritsubo would be down to get naked with every guy here, she says she wants to have fun with him.]

[That's affecting him more than the sensual teasing. The feeling of plump thighs against him or the teasing of her fingers is nice but it's her words that help him stand a bit more firmly on the ground. That does suggest that he's working more with his mind than his cock.]

Now, [he pats her back again, regaining some of the lilt in his voice,]

I bet our friends here are a lot better at that than conversation, but, [Compliment and insult all rolled up in one.]

I'm feelin' a lil' bummed there were no leads today, [he says in an exaggerated tone to make it obviously true and false. The duality of it was easy enough for him to manage.]

I need some healin'. [He leans forward to nuzzle cheek-to-cheek, an affectionate gesture.]

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