Celena sighed as she stopped by the window looking down over the dance floor of Decay, her back turned to the young woman kneeling in the center of the room. The Fae was beginning to wish she had never agreed to this meeting and the feeling only grew every time she looked at the kneeling form. And yet she continued to ask questions and listen. For some reason Celena did not really understand she felt she at least owed the young woman that much.
“Your experience in the lifestyle? Do you actually have any?”
Celena glanced over her shoulder to offer the question, tri-colored eyes narrowing as she studied the woman and waited for an answer.
The girl shifted slightly to get more comfortable. Celena could tell that she wasn’t used to kneeling for long. She could already picture the redness upon the knees under the woman’s black slacks. The Fae was also betting that the woman’s toes were even in pain from the pointed toes of her heels being pressed against the carpet. The woman didn’t even relax enough to rest back against her calves not that Celena would have stood for anything except perfect attention in the woman’s position but the thought flickered through the redhead’s mind all the same.
“No Ma’am, I don’t actually have any. But I have done a lot of research and I’m not walking into this with blinders on. I know it isn’t for everyone and I don’t expect this to be some picture perfect dream. I just know that I need this because nothing else seems to be working for me.”
Celena frowned as she put her back to the window and really looked at the form on the floor. A critical study of the woman didn’t do anything to diminish the frown, only made it grow. Oh it had nothing to do with the answer that had been given and everything to do with the body on the floor. If there was one thing that Celena demanded beyond a desire to be molded in her potential pets, it was beauty and this overweight woman with lifeless hair and combination skin didn’t have it. If only the woman had nice features instead of an once broken nose and pock marks on her face from an adolescence filled with acne she could have so much potential.
“Well there are plenty of potential dominants out there, Melissa, especially for a woman who appears to be very straight. Why not a man?”
Celena had purposely made her voice very neutral, not wanting to give away her disappointment in the woman’s looks. It was odd, normally she wouldn’t have even bothered to hide it but something told her Melissa was at least worth a full interview. When Celena tasted the shift in the emotional currents and saw an ugly flush creep up the woman’s neck to turn her features into the color of a bruised tomato, she almost smiled. Here it was, the emotional buffet was being set out for her and it was a heady thing. Too bad the one offering it wasn’t more … pleasing to the eye.
“It isn’t about sex for me, it’s about control. To be honest Ma’am, too many of those potential dominants out there make it the other way around. You know?”
The young woman broke position enough to cast a look over her shoulder, a burning desire to be understood and appreciated in her unremarkable brown eyes. Melissa briefly met Celena’s gaze only to color even more and jerk herself back into position. Celena half expected her to topple over but surprisingly the girl didn’t. Once again Celena found herself disappointed and it wasn’t by the answer given but because of the waste in front of her. The Fae toyed with the idea of casting a Glamour on the woman to make her appear more acceptable but Celena knew that she would always know what lay beneath and that would never do.
Celena bit back another sigh and pushed away from the window, moving closer to the maelstrom of emotion in the center of the room. The redhead paused within inches of the kneeling form and started to reach towards the brown hair hanging in lifeless clumps upon the girl’s shoulders only to quickly draw her hand back. Celena knew that offering just a simple touch would give the girl hope and part of her wanted to offer that but her darker and selfish nature screamed out ‘who cares?’
Slowly Celena rubbed her hands together before folding them back behind her and started on the move again, this time circling the kneeling form while she spoke.
“Yes, I do know but I believe you have made a mistake.”
Melissa opened her mouth to protest but Celena had stopped long enough to give her a look that said louder than words not to say a thing. The girl listened and quickly snapped her mouth closed.
“I am not saying that you have made a mistake in thinking this sort of lifestyle is for you. Everything you have said tells me that you have approached this walk of life in an informed way without stars in your eyes.”
The rush of relief and hope almost made Celena smile. Almost. Only because she knew what was coming.
“But,” and that right there was where Melissa’s brief smile faltered.
“I cannot force myself to deal with … your looks on a daily basis. I like those I work with to be something pleasant to look at, just because I do not want to sleep with them does not mean I do not like to look at pretty things. And you? Hardly pretty. No, you are more … homely than anything.”
Celena waited for the tears and the complaints to begin to go along with the river of hurt and embarrassment that had just opened but instead Melissa just drew in a deep sharp breath as if she had been smacked and closed her eyes. The pain was exquisite. Once again the wish that the girl was more pleasing to the eyes moved through the Fae creature. This was a human that could no doubt handle Celena’s brand of guidance but it was just not to be.
“I see,” was the quiet reply. It was a full moment before she continued, “May I be excused then, Ma’am, so as not to waste any more of your time?”
The disappointment left a bad taste upon the tip of Celena’s tongue even as the girl’s pain sang through her veins to stir the golden dust into a frenzy. It just was not fair. Oh sure she could pay for some plastic surgeon to turn the girl into a real looker but the reality of what had been started with would always be there and Celena’s ego refused to deal with such a memory.
Celena didn’t speak right away, instead she stepped away from the girl and moved back to the window. The further away from Melissa she was, the more disappointed Celena became. She deserved to have a beautiful little toy with Melissa’s mindset. Instead she wound up with a club filled with pretty empty things that wouldn’t understand a true power exchange any more than they would Latin.
The redhead made a vague gesture towards Melissa before murmuring, “Yes, leave. Do not forget to close the door behind you.” Only to glance towards the girl as she was rising, “Oh and Melissa, do not bother returning to Decay. You will not find what you are looking for here.”
The girl’s face twisted into an even uglier expression than before but Melissa only nodded. Within seconds she was gone.
((OOC)) Character: Celena Ducayne Prompt: August 2007 003. Fandom: The Decay of Dreams; Original Character Claimer:The Decay of Dreams is my sandbox and all the toys in it are mine to do with as I please. Word Count: 1284 Rating: R, NSFW for BDSM content Comments welcome here