Thread: In a Twisted World {Prince x LeatrixSage}

She took his hand and actually seemed to have not minded Brent's rambling speech on Shibari theory. He'd thought he'd blown the whole conversation with that awful pseudo-intellectual drivel, but instead she'd seemed to have found what he said, or at least his enthusiasm on the subject, interesting enough to let him escort her through the exhibit. He had been truthful, her perspective had been what had set him off, and Brent was eager to get more of her thoughts. Rose? Brent repeated, noting her hesitation. It was clearly fake, that much he could tell. The full mask was annoying, hiding her emotions with a flat, expressionless face that made it difficult to guess her true feelings. Only flashes of her eyes, occasional fluttering blinks, and her tone of voice gave Brent hints of her mind, but the overall effect was to make him even more curious about who she was and what she truly thought of him. He nodded as they began to walk. Beautiful, fragrant... but thorny. The crowd forced her against him and Brent enjoyed the thrill of her body pressing against his at times, perhaps more often than needed. Her hand was warm in his and he held it lightly, their palms and fingers brushing against each other softly with every step. Trapped together, maybe in love and happy? No, it looks sad to me, like they wish they could be free, but the world has bound them in, Brent commented on the couple posed together before they moved onward, to the third installment in the exhibit. This model was tied a bit more explicitly, more like the kind of bondage pose you might expect at a BDSM event. She was blindfolded and her nude body was turned to face the crowd, legs spread apart, although the webbed ropes hid her crotch and formed a girdle around her torso. Her breasts were tied and forced out, squeezed in a manner that Brent knew wasn't as painful as it looked. The model's expression was neutral, but a hint of a small smile was visible on the corners of her mouth. And this, well, the knotwork is incredible. But I do wonder, as you pointed out, how she feels? I'd say helpless, powerless, and utterly controlled. Yet she isn't unhappy. She may like being snared in the ropes of someone more powerful, being the object of so much attention. Brent's mind wandered now, his own work intruding onto the moment. He was skilled at his job, but it never left him unfortunately. His eyes were always scanning, looking at the crowd and trying to find threats, and now he knew with certainty that there was a man that had been watching them. He had been following at a careful distance, just another anonymous masked man in a tuxedo. He stood out in flow of the crowd, too obviously pacing himself to stay a certain distance away. Right now he was pretending to study the models they had just left, but the glances he sent towards them were not well hidden. An amateur, or maybe someone so confident they didn't care that they might be spotted? Was he after Brent? Or someone that might be a threat to Rose? Or, and this thought was one Brent didn't want to believe, was he working with Rose? Was it a bit too unlikely that this beguiling woman had appeared and seemingly was so interested in him? She would be an incredible actress if so, but then again, the mask made it difficult to truly read her. And why are you here? asked Brent as he turned and faced the redhead. He'd positioned them so he could watch the man over her shoulder. He held her hand still, but his body was suddenly tense and ready, like a coiled spring. His voice was also wary now, not rude, but clear and precise. I don't mean to be forward, but a woman alone at a Rose Thorn event usually has an agenda. Are you looking to explore an interest? To meet someone? Or just a voyeur? A pause to see her reaction and then his real question. And... why would a man be following us? Don't look now, but he is over your right shoulder, about thirty feet away.