Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

When all three of them got into the make up room, the plump, slightly overweight woman by the name, Marge, was there waiting for them, smiling as they entered. Marge was a sweet woman, kind and pleasant to anyone she met. She mostly worked the bar, taking orders, and moving drinks and snacks to the tables. She didn't get paid for that often, so James had her do the jobs she could, and she mostly did them with a smile. Mornin' girls. You all look beautiful this day, you'll woo the fancy lad with no troubles. It's one of the big spenders, so you know James will be picky. Make yourselves even more irresistible, than you already are. She said with a warm smile, placing a hand on Lydia's shoulder as she passed her, heading towards the door. The 13th were to have the room alone, and she always followed orders, so she head towards the door. She gave them all one more smile of comforting, before heading out the door and closing it behind herself, leaving the 13th to finish off. Later, when the three had made it downstairs, James were quick to position each of them against the counter, turned towards the room, as they waited for the client to arrive. With them in the room, the place got a little louder, and lewder, forcing James to make a choice. He decided to clear out the room, wanting things to be perfect for the client. Everyone was given a choice, weather to either take one of the Ladies upstairs, to bed, or to leave the room. One by one the people of the pub was cleared out, but when James reached the dark stranger in a corner, he stopped. The two stared at each other for a while, an ominous air about them. After a few silent words, that no one else in the room would hear, James walked away, and the hooded man remained in the corner. James' expression was one of unease, shivering lightly as he walked towards the counter. Freaky fucker, that one... No one is to disturb that fellow today. Also pretty sure he'd snap your neck if you did, so it's your own choice, really. Marge, bring the man another bottle of Whiskey. James sneered, chuckling lightly as he shook his head, walking over to the 13th girls. Marge were a little hesitant, as she picked up a bottle, placing it and a glass on a tray, before heading into the dark corner. James looked to the 13th girls, looking exceptionally thorough this time. He started by looking over Lora, and Lydia, even testing how they smelled, with a nasty look in his eyes. Pouting his lips a bit, he nodded a few times, before looking to Bethany. Good job, Bethy.. We're sure to make a man happy today. Which means, we are sure to make out pockets the same. James chuckled crudely as he clapped, and squeezed his hands together. He didn't check Bethany, because he knew she'd do a good job on herself. He had known the woman from birth, and she was his little flame. The only girl he'd paid for himself, being so enthralled with her. He didn't treat her much better than the others, though, but she got a longer leash, when it came to attitude. She could be a little more cocky and talk back to James, without getting punished. As Marge returned from the corner, having taken a little longer than just placing the bottle. She didn't look freaked out, like James had, but rather had a slight flush over her cheeks, as she looked to James and the 13th girls. Don't see were your worries come from, James. I think he's quite charming.. A little mysterious, and scary, but quite well mannered. Pretty too.. And, he smells nice.. She complimented the man in the corner, giggling lightly as she walked behind the counter, and James sneered with a glare towards the corner. Sure.. Maybe he just likes girls better then. I sure as hell ain't going back into that corner again, before I have to.. Freaks me out. He just sits there, and drinks.. Spiking his drink with that weird, red liquid.. As if I didn't spike my alcohol with enough water already, am I right? James laughed cockily, as he walked over to one of the bar stools, looking over the girls again. Lora.. Sit up.. You look so elegant when you sit. Lydia, stay on your feet, and lean back against the bar. You're more of a.. Challenging beauty.. And Bethy... You just do you.. No one can say, mah brothel ain't got variety.. James grinned, as he leaned back against the counter, tilting his chair a bit as he waited.