Thread: The Midnight Masquerade (Atroxa & GrinningGentleman)

The hooded figure in the corner, seemed to stare back towards Lydia, or at least towards the trio of girls. However, he remained quite, and in the dark, sipping on glass' of Whiskey, after indeed spiking it with something, like James had said. The wealthy client came, and indeed inspected the girls. He had wandering, dark eyes, and they canvassed the girls, like you'd stare down a potential good piece of meat at the slaughterhouse. There were no emotions in his face, and he clearly only had one interest in them, being their looks. If any of them were educated in the High-class citizens of London, they'd recognize him as the owner of a large company on the west side, selling spices and fruits. He was also in the Council, who made a lot of decisions in town as well, together with the Mayor having the last word. The man looked the part of a wealthy businessman. Slightly overweight, wearing a black suit to hide that fact. His eyes were cold, when they analyzed Lydia for the last time, and he nodded a single time, looking towards James. I'll take her.. Make sure she's clean, and well dressed like this again tonight. The man said coldly towards James, who cowered with a few nods, not pressing the matter, that Lydia was already clean, and that he didn't run a business of 'Filthy Whores'. Instead he just let the wealthy man, and his butler, leave the bar again, saving his resentment until the man was far out of earshot. What.. A.. Dick.. Thinking he's so god damn precious, just because he runs a fucking spice shop! Ergh.. He sneered, pretending to spit, as he walked around the bar. Marge nodded in agreement with him. Pretty notorious ass whole too. Tina, my friend from the brothel on the docks, remember? She told me about him.. Harold.. Harold Mar. I remember him from the little scar on his neck. She mentioned, placing a hand on Lydia's shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. Be careful with him, alright? Definitely doesn't have a reputation for treating his girls right.. She warned, clearly a bit of remorse, and friendly fright for Lydia's safety. She smiled carringly, as she let go, and James' took over. Sure, horrible man.. But he pays really damn well.. If you play your cards right, bird, you might just make enough tonight, to afford good meals for several days. James smirked, clearly mainly money on his mind, as he wrapped an arm around Lydia, leading her away from the counter. Alright, you heard him. You just rest up, and make sure you clean up nice and well for tonight. You'll be making the big money then. James grinned, showing off the single golden layered tooth on the upper row of his teeth. Money, would have certainly been good, had it not been supposed to be attained so wrongfully. Lydia, would not have been able to truly enjoy her payment, for she would have been passed away, had she not defended herself. Harold would stumble out of the room, with a bloody scratch on his cheek, as well as a blue eye, and a shallow breath from a kick to the stomach. Lydia, was definitely not prepared to die. James had seen the hooded figure, almost instantaneously dart out of his bar, just seconds before he heard the screaming and shouting upstairs. James ran up, grunting as he passed a lot of the other girls, standing in the hallway because of the commotion. He pushed on of them back into her room, as he shouted at the rest. Get into your rooms, there's nothing to see here! And don't peek out! 13th! Share room with some of the others! He shouted at everyone, who'd immediately obey that order, hearing the anger in his voice. James became nasty, when he was this angry. He'd sooner punch someone, than he'd say hello. The 13th girls couldn't get into their room, since that is the one Lydia was using, and the one the shouting came from. Bethany would be quick to follow his order, and get al the other girls to do the same. No one had felt James' anger, quite as many times as Bethany had. That is probably how she knew the limits. And why she knew, that someone was going to get hurt, if they didn't follow this order. James and the wealthy businessman, had a loud conversation in the hallway, just outside the 13th room. Everyone would hear it. Harold was furious, and James was grovelling. What kind of establishment, has an animal like that under it's roof! She is bad for your business! Harold shouted. I promise you, sir, that she's never acted up like this before, and she certainly will never do so again. James groaned. No, you are right, she will not, for I will not return here, and you'll get none of my money, as long as that Bitch is here! Harold shouted, knocking against the 13th door, if Lydia had not come out of it. And if Lydia came to look out, Harold would step to the other side of James, to keep his distance. Three of James' henchmen had come to check on the commotion as well, moving over to Lydia's door, so if she'd try to make a run for it, they'd be in the way. We can't have that, sir.. How about this.. I will handle the situation with her, and I'll prepare you one of my girls for you, for another night, hm? James suggested. Harold just grunted through his nose, before turning to leave, without another word. Once Harold was out, James' calm composure slowly started boiling, as he turned to look towards Lydia, who his henchmen would now walk over to, to try and grab her arms. What.. The fuck! Happened!? This was such a tremendious chance, to earn some real money, and you.. Botch it up!? God damn it, what were you thinking? Explain yourself! James' voice, was almost a roar, as he demanded explanation, as the three thugs tried to grab Lydia, and drag her a little closer to James. James had many mischievous and dangerous talents, but his talent for rage, far out shined any other. His face was red, resembling an overheating cooking pot. If he didn't induce fear in people, he'd surely be laughed at for that matter.