Thread: Finding Disaster and Vice [Hahvoc x VitaObscura]

Black would always be her favorite color, but she knew to lure this man, black was not the color to dress in. She had to pick something that just said she was worthwhile without trying too hard. It was actually difficult for her because she was so used to wearing men's trousers and things of that nature rather than actual dresses. Petticoats and bustle skirts were her favorites otherwise, but dresses? They were such a hassle unless they were being removed. She had an array of colors in the upstairs closet of the rickety house, the room mostly bare except for a cot, a side table, the wardrobe, and a mirror. It was always different going about without her mask because the only people who had seen her face saw it in the darkness, not the light. She also always altered her appearance with makeup tricks she had learned from a brothel-owner when she had been quite young. The man had once been a circus performer and his troupe had always worn different styles of makeup. In his company, she had learned to blend in. And now, she was doing what she knew how to do best Deceive. She used thick lines of coal to brighten up her blue-green eyes, painted her lips a sultry golden color to compliment her hair. She then added faint scar lines along her cheeks, enhancing the sharpness of her cheekbones. As a final touch, she removed the makeup that covered up the tattoos on her faces that no one had seen since she had gotten them Little brassy colored watch gears. Two of them went down from her left eyebrow to rest near her eye while the last one rested atop her cheek. It helped that the ring in her nose also altered her appearance just a touch. The final touch was dusting her hair with a little bit of powder to make it darker, a little more red. Adjusting the bodice of her dress, she looked herself over and mentally congratulated herself. There were subtle differences in her appearance, but no one would recognize her as one of the Nine. Her dress wasn't too fancy, for she never visited the higher-priced brothels, too many people could somehow remember her. She was fond of hiding out at the Cat Tails Brothel, one that had a middle-ground clientele Not too cheap but not too fancy just like her dress. It had a high skirt to show off her legs, a low cut bodice to emphasize her cleavage, but wasn't made of the highest silks or fabrics. It was just enough to settle her into the brothel without anyone batting a lash - she'd been there before anyhow. As much as black was her favorite color, she had chosen a rich purple. Most brothel girls usually wore varying shades of red or blue, sometimes throwing in more innocent colors like yellow and ivory. At the end of the day, the outfit only drew a man, it was what lay underneath and what you did that made him pay well. Grabbing the matching parasol, Shadow left the dysfunctional house to make her way to the brothel. With a little black fan, she hid her face, making note of the men who eyed her. None of these were the men she needed to attract but what could she do? She was dressed to lure, and hopefully, the bait would catch the fish she was looking for. Grigori remained in the house but she knew he wouldn't stay in that house for long. He was smart enough to know when to leave and so she stopped thinking of her beloved hound as she made her way down the street to the brothel that would hopefully land her catch.