Aphrodite (![]() ![]() @ 2021-03-15 01:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | aphrodite, wei wuxian |
Who: Wei Wuxian and Aphrodite
When: Tuesday Evening, 3/15
Where: The Temple of Love
What: First meetings
Ratings/Warnings: Likely high
Normally she floated about the place the way a lot of hands-on owners might. Spending equal time walking through the pink neon lights and velvets, the six raised stages, and the long marble bar inlaid with golden flowers of life of the main floor as well as the rich red velvets and golds, single stage and smaller version of the downstairs bar of the upstairs VIP section. But that night, after several nights of ‘being good’, Aphrodite decided she would give herself the night off. She told her staff to pretend that she was just a normal customer, to handle any issues that came up in a way they thought would please her.
That was potentially dangerous but so far, her management staff hadn’t let her down, she had no reason to doubt them.
Just as the best acts had started, she had come down from her penthouse, intent on staying in the VIP that night. That night was a night for drinks, the beautiful flesh of her performers and possibly new company. She still loved John. She loved John near obsessively, though she didn’t always need him nearby. But lately, after her little ‘tantrum’ as Michael and the man in the mask had called it, it had gotten harder to look him in the eye and continue to be vague about just why she was suffering so much in purgatory.
Someone new didn’t need to know what they had left behind when they were brought to Gehenna, and no one needed to know that John wouldn’t remember. So that meant trying to make herself stand out.
Unsurprisingly she had gone gold as a method of standing out. Gold eyeshadow, gold-tipped nails, gold strappy heels, gold earrings that were half-hidden under her loose golden-blonde hair. Most of it was outdone by her dress though, a gold-sequined body-con number that stopped at her mid-thigh with a plunging neckline. The sequins were where the true magic was at, perhaps quite literally as each sequin seemed to catch the light no matter where it was coming from and it made her practically glow as she moved through the crowd.
Eyes turned to her, as they always did. So did hands, one on her lower back, one on her thigh, fingers across the back of her hand. Everyone wanted to be close to the goddess of love. She couldn’t blame them, and she loved it too. She fed on admiration as much as some gods fed on prayers and for her nothing compared to the feeling of being loved. But she wasn’t trying to start an orgy, at least not yet. She moved through the crowd until they left her be and she could watch the young man on the stage. He was beautiful, making a show of his strength and flexibility as he pulled off a few very acrobatic moves on the pole to the deep rhythm of the music. A worthy conquest at some point in the future to be sure, but she had to let him work. There were other immediate candidates and she let her attention finally wander over the crowd.
As always there were a lot of beautiful people hanging around, but her eyes eventually drifted over a face she was sure was new to the Temple of Love, standing on the other side of the VIP rope. He was cute and possibly overwhelmed. Something about him reminded her of a shiny new penny and she decided that at the very least they could have a fun conversation. When she was certain he was looking at her she motioned him over with one of her index fingers, thankfully one of the bouncers at the entrance to the VIP unhooked the velvet rope and nodded to him to go on in.