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Doors Halloween (doorsween) wrote in doorslogs,

Re: promenade ; elevator
"Vieni qui e baciami," she said, coquettishly asking him to kiss her, though the tease of her smile said she was only playing. It was the kind of phrase that suited startlets well. Said with a smile and the right inflection, it could be the kind of promise that kept a man interested long enough for him to empty his pockets and buy a girl a contract. She hadn't ever needed a man to buy her contract for her, but that didn't mean she wasn't guilty of wrapping them around her little finger. Maybe, she thought, in five or ten years, when she was in her thirties, she'd become better at machinating. She thought it with the certainty of immortality that belonged to the young. She believed it with that selfsame certainty. "How's that, stranger?" she asked of her choice of phrase, her smile a thing born of warmth and promise and bones ready for the grave.

She let his frown be her rock. It was easy enough, and she had experience with leaning on a strong arm. She did it less often than she would have liked, but a girl had to keep up appearances, or she'd get a reputation for being clingy. Clingy caught a certain kind of fish, but it wasn't the kind of fish you kept, and it wasn't the kind of fish that kept you. It was widely acknowledged that she wasn't the kind to waste her time on men she didn't actually want to keep for the long haul. She pretended that she liked to play, but being famous was about pretending. No one wanted the real Baby. They all wanted the diva in the silk and diamonds. They were all enchanted that she provocatively told them all about her hatred of undergarments, when they were all too repressed to ever admit to wanting to cast their panties off too.

"Do you have a lady you've been practicing on?" she asked when he complimented her beauty. "Offer me your arm," she added, her inviting smile hiding the fact that she was tired from standing so long. Like on the deck, her energy waned, but it did that often these days. She didn't worry about. She just worked too hard. That was all, and the world beyond the elevator door beckoned. She couldn't remember the last time she went somewhere without a strong arm to cling to. That's what the look she gave him declared boldly, as it challenged him to deny her his escort. "I think there's nothing more romantic than a well appointed stateroom and a pretty string of pearls," she said. "What else could a girl want?" She smiled, and it was obvious why she was so adored by her fans. She'd make a beautiful corpse.

"Tell me about your uniform," she encouraged. She was good at conversation.