Thread: The Scarlet Crossing (DeliciousLust & darjeeling)

The monsters show of her claws made Aurelia hesitate if only for a split second, wondering if people came here to be deliberately raked by those talons after all she had seen and heard in the span of a single day, that would not be so surprising to her. The world beyond hers was incomprehensible to her. Youre right, she conceded grudgingly. But if you were to use your claws on anyone, the police might come and arrest you, and I know that monsters are bound by human laws if they live here. The integrity of said officers left much to be desired but Aurelia could not imagine them in their suits and stiff faces to visit the Crossing unless it was for business purpose. At the same time, she would never have believed Hunter would indulge in such desires and yet, here they were. It would not be so large a stretch to think that some of these men may well be a part of their noble police force and keepers of the peace. For some reason, the possibility unsettled her so Aurelia moved an inch to the left to put a little more distance between her and the male beside her. Besides, Aurelia wasnt implying that she was in danger of being assaulted by any patron she had but surely there were some rules and regulations to follow. Aurelia noted that she must have a read on this topic though how many books the library offered on monster girls was a grand total of 1 and Aurelia had that one already. But I do not have those, she lifted her hands out, long and unmarred her nails were somewhat perfectly white. No claws, no talons. If I were to join you, it might be safe for you but not so much for me, yes? She clenched her fingers back down. If you collect stamps, perhaps your audience would soon find another like you. Aurelia didnt know why she was being so adamant on this matter. The bakemono was surely enjoying herself and she could not fathom how that could be so. Giving yourself up to be used by people for their enjoyment, and yours, was an idea that was a borderline impossibility for the redhead. It wasnt something she was about to vocalise however, as she knew full well that certain people were certainly different, and monsters were not exempt. She filtered out a sigh, unwilling to inhale more of the smoke. The smells addled her brain and made her thoughts turn to soft mush. Leaving early would be wise but at the same time, she did enjoy talking with Mariko even if their topics of conversation were somewhat strange. A fitting subject for a fitting pair of misfits, Aurelia thought, though it would be unfair of her to describe the bakemono in such a way. After all, Mariko seemed more human than she did at this point disregarding the outwards appearances, it certainly seemed like she was more interested in humans than Aurelia was herself. A hypocrite she might be, it only served to further her interest. She frowned at the monsters dumbfounded reply, almost as if she had said something completely obnoxious like she had just told Mariko the sky was green and the sea was purple. Except it made perfect sense to the confused human, who was quick to ponder on her own words of course there should be an explanation. It was possible that there werent a great many monsters to begin with so searching for a needle in a haystack, no matter with the needle was the one would take much too long and Mariko was not patient enough. Or it could simply be a preference to ones tastes. Much like Aurelias own, where she eschewed the company of men in favour of women in most cases though it would be far more accurate to say that she disliked both to a certain extent. Or perhaps it was not men and women, but male and female humans. Either way, Aurelia did not think to concern herself on such matters. Romance and relationships of any kind were for people who were not abnormal in this dingy little town. Is it so strange a notion? She queried then, unknowingly biting her lip. Your words are sweet but the way I see you now, they are perhaps words youve spoken before. There was some hint of accusation in the redheads tone, even if she had no right to be envious. The reverberation of eroticism was clear when Mariko spoke again, the sound not lost on her whose bitterness was swept away with those very waves and in such a fashion that Aurelia almost missed when the monster spoke next. I did not think I would be in high demand, she said, shrugging. Again her attentions were drawn to their onlookers though it appeared that Aurelia had almost become used to their presence. Mariko had a way of making the room seem as if it were just the two of them, and perhaps it was the same for those who partook in the pleasures of her body. The platform was just the right height for it too, and the lights centred upon it too made it seem that way, though Aurelias fingers barely touched the rim of the bright circle. That was fitting too. You could start your own place, she suggested, This place is ill suited. Aurelia wrinkled her nose, remembering the sweaty dancers and eardrum bursting music. Surely one did not have to be drunk to enter this place though sex and alcohol usually coincided along with the odd needle or powder packet. Whatever the case was, the pipe did give Mariko a little more class and the bakemono seemed to be sound of mind. Aurelia blushed again, Perhaps so, though immodesty is most unbecoming. At this, the redhead offered a kinder smile than she had ever this night, as for tattoos or piercings a peacock, maybe? She tilted her head as Mariko returned with her coy reply, unused to being denied when she had been given so much already. I like to keep things to myself, she waved her hand in the air, flashing an almost rakish grin. The bakemono would not give her the answers she sought and so too shall she refrain. But I am afraid I cannot stay long. Aurelia straightened, her back stretching subconsciously, her arms flexing from the pressure put upon them. Please enjoy yourself for the remainder of this night, one more glance was given to the men and to Hunter who avoided her eyes the best he could. She could not help but feel like she had lost her friend that day. Aurelia offered a polite inclination of her head and turned, though not before saying softly, Perhaps I will return, and hurried herself through the crowd, up the staircase and into the hot night without a second glance back.