Re: [Strip club: Nel & Eames]
Nel was much too much herself to consider things such as variance or accents. Not that she was unaware of the power either item presented, but she'd no personal interest. Whether she bore this shape or another, she was still who she was. She made some level of effort to differentiate her various selves on the forums, but that was only out of necessity. Should the worst come to pass, it would be beneficial to be known about town as multiple people. As for who she truly was, well, this was a deliberate mystery, and it was one she'd no interest in clarifying for anyone saves, perhaps, her siblings.
She lifted a brow slowly, with a hint of entertainment. Perhaps she found a type of charm in his opinions regarding men trying to be interesting. "Does this count for women who attempt to be interesting, or does your rule only pertain to men?" she asked, reaching into her jacket and retrieving a pack of dark smokes in gold. She held the open box out to him and, regardless of his acceptance or not, she lit her own. She pulled her ashtray nearer on the counter, and she glanced at the camera and then back to him. "I'm glad you've inferred so much from my camera," she added as an afterthought, and quite deliberately not adding verbal clarification.
Out of the cigarette case, she pulled a business card and slid it across to him. It only bore her surname, since that was all that was required her, and it was printed on heavy and expensive stock. When it came to fashion and celebrity photography she was, without a doubt, in the top-5. It provided a name as well - Laufey - and she made no offer to give another. "Human memory is dreadfully faulty," she said, tucking the cigarette case and lighter away, but she still made no move to snap images.