All She Wants To Do Is Dance (Kallisti)

[Nox]

Juls sat on the man's lap. His scars added to his charm and she paid particular attention to them, never flinching or wondering. They were after all part of the man before her and spoke to things she didn't even want to know. Much like Raffe's -- the trauma to cause such massive scars were stories you only told those of strong constitutions. And Juls would never ask.

She faced him, not in the way he had implied in his banter but she did wrap her boa around his hands and wove in a little cold to go with it. She might have chosen fire, but could be a source of torment and Juls didn't want the man to fly off his rocker. Candy was already walking away from her last client. His tips must not be worth the attitude some men had coming in here. Too bad for him. And Juls knew her own mark wanted her to tie her hands, but see that wouldn't work here. He'd either let her or not, and neither mattered.

"So, my darling are you the Great or the Blessed?" She leaned in and whispered in his ear. "The blessed was a crazed man, a fool for Christ they said. Let no man deceive himself. If any man among you seemeth to be wise in this world, let him become a fool, that he may be wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness with God. For it is written, He taketh the wise in their own craftiness. First Corinthians 3:18 and 19." Juls leaned back with grin on her lips. "The Great was a philanthropist. And was said to bring gifts much like Santa Clause. Are you here to give all the good little children gifts?" Juls teased.

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Mae took the hint. Elyse was fine and this Seven seemed soft enough for her first solo run. She did have a stage act to get ready for. Mist ran her finger along Seven's arm with a smile. "It's been a pleasure, sir, I leave you in Kaylee's capable hands, perhaps I'll see you again another night.". She said taking her leave.

She passed by Nox standing near one of the employee only doors. He's gaze was on the room and Mae ran her fingers along the top edge of the band covering the connection to his faux arm. He didn't look down, but gave her a small smile. He was fighting whatever darkness was inside and she had to block him out even more now that's she'd touched his skin. Touch was a powerful thing for her, and he never winched after having found out what she was.

Mae pulled herself away and into the back to ready herself for her show.