Thread: Behind Closed Doors (Admiral Pancake and Demie)

As the man who greeted her gave a bow, Gio's lips curved upwards just a hint more. She could get used to this kind of treatment. Not quite sure of the proper etiquette for a bow seeing as she was not from the seventeenth centaury, the call girl reached out and slipped her hand underneath the man's and gave a very gentle upwards push as if to prompt him to stand up straight again. She was about to speak, assuming that this was Edmund, when instead the other, shorter and more well built gentleman cleared his throat. There was no doubt about it, the way that he called her 'darling' was the exact same way that he had done on the phone, this was Edmund, the man in charge of it all. It's wonderful to meet you as well the leggy blonde assured right back, her tone light and friendly for now in order to fit what seemed the rather jovial atmosphere of what was going on here. As she did, she placed her hands on the man's shoulder's and 'air kissed' over both of his cheeks in a European style greeting. As an escort Gio would have said what she did under any circumstance, but this time she had meant her words. Edmund might have had the chance to look over the call-girl's photo repertoire, however Gio herself had been given no such opportunity. Arriving now and seeing the five faces, and bodies, in front of her was the first chance that she had to assess the quality of who she'd be spending the night with. Fortunately, she saw five handsome faces, and though there was a range of different physiques on display, none of the men seemed unappealing to her. In fact, the idea of spending the night with all five of these gentlemen was certainly an appealing prospect right now. It seemed that Edmund was of that opinion too, as his own non-too-subtle announcement that she was here to 'entertain' came. As introductions were made, Gio admittedly didn't put much effort into remembering names. She'd spend most of the night calling them 'Baby' or 'Darling' or some such sweet nothing, and it was a bad habit to get into to start remembering clients who valued discretion. All the same she did smile and mouth a polite greeting to each of the men in turn, not quite given the chance to actually speak until Edmund stopped. It's a pleasure to meet you all the blonde chimed in a warm tone. The seat as offered, and Gio took one... but not the one she had been offered. Why sit alone at the vanity? She already knew how she looked and needed no mirror to confirm it again, so instead she placed herself down in the chair between shy Max and the slightly drunken Oliver - presumably the chair Edmund had just vacated. It was a very carefully chosen spot, as the call girl placed her hand on the timid man's thigh and gave a small squeeze, asking I hope you don't mind if I sit next to you sweetie? in an attempt to wake him up a bit... not that he'd have the nerve to deny her the seat. At the same time, she used her left foot to slide the bottle of wine that was on the floor under Oliver's chair. She did not want to spend the night in a company of a drunk, and if he somehow became unable to continue drinking for having 'misplaced' his wine, that would suit Gio just fine. He'd have to sober up before his turn.