Thread: That Wasn't Supposed to Happen ( DudeGuy and iridium248 )

Meg The bar, 'Rapture' Inside, the place was lit by glow-globes and hanging lanterns, each private booth and dining table surrounded by fluttering drapes of white silk, magnifying the lamplight, creating a creamy, flowing texture like vellum. The twitching brazier light cast a crimson, almost hellish illumination of the pitch-black floor below, creating the eerie sensation of falling through space... At a corner table, a pale, long-fingered hand curled around the stem of a wineglass, bringing it up to ruby-red lips As she set it back on the glossy black table, Meg stretched languorously, displaying the curvaceous tightness of her silky crimson cheongsam Beneath the long, trailing hem, her coltish legs whispered as the lovely redhead crossed them, enticing flashes of creamy thigh flickering through teasing gaps! There was a gentle scrape of fabric, inaudible as Meg leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the charms that lined her bound hair clinking against her hairpins, in a gentle surussation Appearing, all the world, to be thoroughly bored Idly, her fingers drummed a gentle tattoo on the obsidian surface of the table A distinctive code that meant 'Target in sight.' Now, seduction's a complex thing- Too little, and the target doesn't even know he's being, well, targeted- Too much, too soon, and it's all-too-clear that something is wrong...It takes an exquisite balance between subterfuge and interest, the gentle pressure of one's attention to oh-so-carefully draw the eye...Meg, however, was incredibly good at it. Right now, though, the lovely redhead's nostrils wrinkled, just a little, as she considered the greasy-looking man she was supposed to be putting the moves on A burly middle-ager, slowly letting himself going to seed- Not her type. Not at all Why aren't there any handsome targets? she pondered, glancing briefly skyward as she slid her chair back- Steeling herself for what came next! It was simple enough- Just get the absolutely grotendous guy away from his buddies...And Jo would take care of the rest, the way she always did! We're ready whenever you are, Meg, Sei's voice crackled, as if the woman herself was whispering in Meg's ears- Indeed, the complex charms strung in her ponytail concealed a fairly sophisticated audio suite, keyed to both transmit and receive...The wonders of miniaturization! Copy that Meg murmured, her voice low, lilting...The legs of her chair scraping against the tiles as she stood... A girl alone in this bar, the favorite watering-hole of the criminal underworld, was rare enough- An absolutely lovely one even more so! It wasn't a surprise that Tanaka's head turned as she drifted past- She could feel his gaze lingering on her, then her back, as she took a slow, indirect route to the bar...Taking care to brush one silky hip against him as she moved past! A quick, heartfelt, if a trifle slurred, Oh, I'm so sorry! parting her full lips, clearly the worse for drink- With the delicate, mincing grace of a woman who wasn't quite drunk enough yet, Meg crossed to the dance floor She'd had his attention, after all, his eyes roving over her lissome form as she swayed in time to the music, seemingly entirely entranced by the barely-legal beauty before him