Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

There was always a certain amount of risk involved in taking these excursions, and as the stretch Audi A8L crept along the line of similar black cars, the tension within it mounted. Inside her elbow-high gloves her palms were damp from sweat. Her heart beat was in her throat, ticking out a rhythm slightly faster than her cool persona conveyed. And Mallory was fidgeting with his lapel again. His tick annoyed her, it made her more nervous than she needed to be. This wasnt the first time theyd played this little game. Although, with recent events being what they were, it may very well be her last. You should put your mask on, the heavily sweating, somewhat well-padded man to her right fussed. Mallory was a loyal man, she asked him to risk a lot to take her along under her fathers nose. They cant see inside, she said. But, she lifted the full-face mask to her face anyway. The base was matt black, but around the eyes and over her lips it shined in a way that made it look wet. A pattern of swirling black glitter patterned the cheeks and forehead of the mask in the style of classic venetian masks. The black make-up around her eyes helped to hide any remnants of her face or features. Only her clear, grey eyes were left. The black dress she wore mirrored the same purpose. The thin, black fabric barely hung bellow her collarbone in the front and clustered into stylish knots at her shoulders a small touch that seemed fitting, given the focus of the evening. In the back however, the fabric hung in a loose plunge that ended just below the small of her back. It left the pale skin of her back exposed, bare except for the long, thin chain that dangled from the crystal choker she wore. She had worried once that her hair would give her away. The wild bright red and orange curls stacked and pinned loosely atop her head were startling against the sea of black. But, shed noticed many women with similar hair at other events, and she'd learned not to be so afraid. The click-clunk of their door being opened made Mallory jump, and Aislinn took a deep breath as he stepped, and then reached back for her. The night air was cool, and there were dozens of people milling about. Plenty of wealthy men were leading high-dollar escorts along on their arms, and thats what they all naturally assumed she was. At their turn to enter, a slim blonde woman welcomed them to the Rose and Thorn club. Aislinn had seen her before, and she still felt that sharp red lipstick was too harsh. Something soft, more neutral, would make her lips look so much more kissable. Mallory was sweating buckets by the time he pressed his thumb to the tablet the blonde held out to him. So much so that he smeared the screen, which Aislinn was amused to see displeased the pretty blonde. Please enjoy the even, Mr. Mallory, she chirped pleasantly, covertly cleaning her tablet as Mallory rushed forward. Aislinn barely had time to admire the somehow macabre, and yet beautifully crafted cocoon in the web of ropes over the entrance. She had just enough time to wonder what the person inside was experiencing before she lost sight of it. Once inside, she extracted her arm delicately from Mallorys death grip. The poor man looked like he was about to hyperventilate but that was par for the course where he was concerned. From a pocket inside is jacket he produced a handkerchief that was already in too sad a state to mop-up the sweat he was desperately wiping from her brow. Breath, David, she whispered with a laugh. Her voice was muffled by the mask, but the look her gave her made it clear he heard her. Were in, its done, were okay. I thought youd get used to this. Its the last time-he started. I know, she rejoined. Go find some whiskey and smoke a cigar or two. I mean to make the most of my last bit of freedom. His face turned red at the implications behind her words, but he did not complain. He was a smart man and, by now at least, he knew there was nothing he could say or do to dissuade Aislinn from her course. If anyone, he started, fumbled, and then let out a long sigh. Be safe. Aislinn smiled behind her mask as he walked away. Hed been a member of this club for a long time, and it amused her how easily flustered he became at the idea of her having anything to do with this dark little world of his. What could she say? A woman with no freedom to be her own person seemed like a perfectly fitting character to be a part of the Rose and Thorn. First things first Aislinn took in the familiar scenes. Within the walls of the club collected a contradiction of lace and leather, silk and grit, pain and pleasure. The air was intoxication, the scents of leather, sweat, and perfume muddled against wine and broken promises. The sights and sounds were just as wonderfully a taboo treat for the senses, even as the black suits and dressed blended into an undulating mass of shifting shapes. Here she could hide and be free. Aislinn was gone, and a woman that could say, think, and be whatever she wanted took her place. Among slaves, Masters, submissive, Doms, pets, and Owners she was free. A passing waitress held out a silver tray and Aislinn no, She the other woman, lifted a glass of champagne to her lips. She savored the bite of alcohol and the tickle of the bubbles on her tongue before she swallowed. When the waitress offered Her a program, She waved it away, deciding instead to wander the club and see where her feet led her. There were plenty of exhibits to explore, and she read the name of each on little plaques as she passed them. In a Twisted World, she read allowed to herself as she stopped at one such plaque. It seemed as fitting a place to start as any other.