|The girl your Momma warned you about, Lourdes (notsoshy) wrote in athinblackline,|
@ 2009-03-21 11:40:00
|Entry tags:||anole, violet|
Money leads to the commission of a multitude of Sins
Who: Ethan (NPC) OT Everybody
When: Evening, March 21
Where: The Hotel
What: Ethan has decided he wants to throw a party. It's partially because he wants a party. Getting to show Violet off as an object is just a bonus.
note: Mutants are welcome at this party provided they are accompanying a human and behave.
Ethan decided he wanted to throw a party because he wanted to throw a party. It was rare for him to get a chance to interact with others of his social strata. Granted, he wasn't quite the same as the men he invited because he was a scientist while they were all career men. Still, there were things they had in common, like the beautiful creature he arranged on what looked like a feeding platter.
Violet's eyes were softly glowing, but it was obvious she wasn't there behind them. Laid out on her side, her arms tied with black ribbon from the wrist to the elbow behind her back, she looked as if she might be sleeping. The same ribbon fixed her ankles together over a pair of rather expensive looking black heels. Modesty had been observed, so the necessaries were covered. In an effort to control her rather verbose nature, he gagged her effectively with a wider ribbon. A person could walk all the way around the table, to observe her from any angle and of course to enjoy the light she gave off. The contrast between her light and the darkness of her coverings pleased him. He pulled slow fingers through her loose white hair, drawing it over the silver of the collar around her throat.
"Art," or at least so he termed it. There were many who would consider this cruelty to an animal or a violation of civil rights, depending on where one stood on the whether or not a mutant was a human debate.
His guests would be appearing soon. The room was prepared, food set out, alcohol, various set up of chairs so that one could stop and converse. For the moment the sedation of his pet meant she would give of a sleepy ease, the kind of feeling which facilitated conversation. He had a few substances to change her feelings if necessary, either to bring it up or down. Even so far as to have that certain something to induce the orgiastic pleasure she could give off. He was reserving it for himself at the moment. Though if someone wanted to purchase a chance with it, then he was certainly a business man when it come down to the end of things.
He moved to fix himself a drink and that was what the first person through the door would see, a man in the blue/black suit standing with a drink in his hand and wire rimmed glasses pushed up on his nose.