Re: [Strip club: Nel & Eames]
Nel had not often found cause in her life to apologize, but the possibility existed that she sometime would. She would not, however, apologize for enjoying the view at this club on the dodgy side of town. The girl she currently watched had skin that was a pretty olive, a contrast to rich blonde hair, and Nel knew her camera would adore the way those undertones came to life beneath bright lights. The girl's nipples, in particular, were lovely. Dark and large, and her breasts hung and looked supple. Nel was entirely unimpressed with fake tits. She'd no use for them herself. These things were all slightly more interesting to her than the man in the loud shirt, but there would be time to get the girl in her lens, and she finished her drink and tapped the bar's counter, indicating she'd like another.
She lifted her sunglasses into her pale blonde hair, and she glanced at the man and his attentions. She'd noticed his flickering gaze, as there was little that escaped Nel's attention, even in a place like this. She was not wary, because there was nothing in this tiny town that could harm her, but she liked to know what the world about her was about.
"Do you intend to say hello?" she asked him, her accent from nowhere, and yet from every children's tale ever written. Regal rather than posh, she sounded like wealth and power, and all without needing to raise her voice. She was at ease at that bar and in this world, and it carried in a wide spread of thigh and a slouch of shoulder, all of it rather masculine and somehow fitting to her lithe frame.