Thread: Hogsdale

Name Nickname Alice Koenig Attire Black and pink lace corset top, black leather mini skirt, fishnets, black high heels, coat. HouseYear Gryffindor2nd year. Wand Cypress, Unicorn tail hair, 7in, wispy. Location Hogsdale at the Raspberry Swirl. Tagging Anyone Andrew sees Thomas. Time Tuesday September 5, 2073 Early evening. The air was thick with smoke and the smell of tension wall already lingering in the air despite how young the evening was. Alice was hardly naive to the ways of how things worked. Though the sky was just beginning to darken, that didn't mean that some witches and wizards weren't already getting their thrills. There were repeat customers who loved to come to Raspberry Swirl, gracing the establishment with their presence and hardly afraid to empty their wallets for the hope of a good 'feel' or, better yet, a good fuck. But only a few went that far and typically not until a 'relationship' of one kind or another was had. In other words, the witches of Raspberry Swirl were hardly stupid and Tom wanted his girls clean. He had his standards. And it was up to the girls whether or not they decided to take that plunge. Of course, he'd advise, occasionally take a percentage depending... and sometimes would step in if he felt the need. But there was a trend there. Tom only intervened when it suited his purpose, when he had something to gain. In many ways it bothered her, but at least very few of the clientele crossed the man and that was both out of fear and respect. The music was loud and Alice really wished they'd change it up. She wasn't fond of the selection. Then again, she never was. It always made her head hurt and her ears ring... music? More like noise! As she glanced over her tables, she could see that they'd all filled up. Figures. Too bad the lighting was so damned dim. Tom always did that on purpose, making it harder for everyone to see who was who and what was what. She supposed that allowed many to save face. She understood that and wished she could save more of her own. But she wouldn't have that luxury for a while yet... she still had a long way to go before she saved up enough and she needed to finish up university and get a proper job with hopefully just as good, if not better pay... Oh, how she longed for such a time. It seemed like a far off dream. Snapping back to reality, Alice knew she had to focus or deal with Tom. So, she began to do what she needed at her tables. After a bit, she got to table fourteen, a scruffy gentleman who licked his lips as she came by. Hey honey, wanna sit on my lap while you take my order? he asked her. Alice just shook her head. I can take it just fine from here, she said flashing him a smile. The man scowled. Well at least flash me some tit while you jot it down. Be useful, for Merlin-sake! Alice gritted her teeth a little. This was the part she hated. They could look and maybe touch... a little. But it ended there. She refused. Glancing out of the corner of her eye, she could see Tom watching her closely as if daring her to do it. Was he testing her? He'd told her to flaunt tits and ass. DAMN IT! Sometimes she really hated her job. Hanging her head just a little, she flashed him a peek. The man hissed in pleasure, his hand reaching down to grab at himself beneath his table. Now that's better, he hissed. Alice covered herself back up and took his order. Once done, she moved on to her last table--table fifteen. So, what do you want? she asked, her eyes suddenly connecting with the gentleman's sitting at the table. Instantly, she sucked in a sharp breath, her heart pounding. Oh god, she was going to faint! It was Andrew. The new professor. What was he doing... here? P-professor? she whispered, her cheeks turning a bright shade of scarlet.