Thread: The Key to the Gates

Her hand lowered from the necklace and she side stepped him smooching for her dog to follow, Fine but if you so much as touch me I will send you right back to where you came from got me? She turned back looking at the demon with a slight glare, Well are you coming? Liliths hips swayed naturally like they had the whole distance to the place and once she had arrived at the old brick building that was the outside shell for her apartment she lead him through the doors into the hall. If anything was off putting in that hall everything was. The smell, the 70s rejected carpet with suspicious stains, and even the crack head that was so blatantly sitting against their apartment door getting their fix where whoever was inside could not see. She ascended the steps using the pads of her toes her heels never touching the floor and once they were at the top she stopped in front of the door at the very end of the hallway. The number on the door read, 13 and by the outside around it showed little promise of being any better than the lower level and hallways appeared but as the door opened the delicate scent of her perfume, which still lightly clung to her after work, was not pouring from the opening door. She stepped inside her heels hitting what sounded like hard wood floor in the dark apartment and she moved to the side to let him in, Take off your shoes please. The statement was simple and she navigated in the darkness rather well as she crossed the room turning on the lights on a dim setting. She was unsure how sensitive a demons eyes were so she wanted the lights low as to not hurt him. True he was filth but he was a guest in her home and she was ever the perfect hostess. Please sit. She gestured the smooth black leather of her sofa that sat centered with the fire place, a mantle covered in candles. The sight proved somewhere under her cold exterior a romantic dwelled but more tell-tale were the romance books organized perfectly on a rather abstract book shelf in the corner next to a chase lounge, or as commonly called a fainting couch, that matched the sofa she had told him to sit upon. The dark wood floor extended from her entrance way to the cast living room that was rather empty side from the few furnishings but more out of a clean uncluttered look than poverty. It was almost certain the interior was redone by her after moving in. The dog parted ways with her laying on the stone edge around the fire place and Lilith walked down the hall more vanishing from sight. Some noise could be heard and after a while the sound of a kettle could be heard and rustling. When she returned to the dim lit room a tea set balanced on a bamboo serving tray brought a warm sweet smell to the room accompanied by the plate of homemade brownies that she had obviously prepared sometime that day before going to work. An ironic thing really to go from next step being a pole dancer to a domestic diva but still he was her guest and she was determined to act the part until he pushed her otherwise. She set the tray on the glass top black metal framed table that sat within arms distance to the sofa and wether he had sat or not she knelt on the opposite side setting a chocolate delight onto a napkin where she would have had him sit and without looking at him asked, Sugar, Cream? And if you could start telling me what you wanted that would be lovely too. She slipped out of her duster setting it beside her on the floor and sat back on her heels in perfect form preparing to ready his sugar cookie flavored tea. She would have given a more grown up selection but as his visit was a strange one a strange tea was in order.