dahlia palmer (blindingly) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-11-01 13:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle004, dahlia, jenny |
WHO: Dahlia and Jenny.
WHEN: Right after sunset.
WHERE: The Red Door, of course.
WHAT: Dahlia needs a release. Enter Jenny.
RATING: Probably high. There'll be drug use and blood, for sure.
The taxi driver didn't ask any questions when he pulled up to the brothel, and even if he would've wanted to, Dahlia didn't exactly give him the time to form the words before she was all but shoving the cash at him and sliding out of the back. Lucy followed her with ease, staying stalwart and patient as she guided Dahlia to the front door. The driver must have been quick to leave; she could hear the sound of gravel and sand getting tossed up beneath the car as he gassed it. Dahlia didn't seem to mind. She'd been doing this very routine for two years now, and tonight was just another night.
Some nights, Dahlia didn't even seek out a particular entertainer. There were times where she just wanted to be here, wanted to sit and experience and take it all in. Tonight, though, she had an appointment with one of her very favorite supernaturals. The thought of letting a vampire nearly drain you dry probably should have been more unsettling than it was for Dahlia, but she'd long since become as addicted to that particular rush as she was the cocaine she had hidden in her purse.
Lucy was never really at ease, and it was only her extensive training as a guide dog that kept her from lunging and gnashing her teeth at the first creature she came in contact with. Ginnifer and Koen both assured her that absolutely no harm would come to the dog, and since she'd been coming here for the past two years without incident, she had no reason to stop trusting them now. Besides, most of the clientele and entertainment much preferred the taste of human blood over that of a canine, she assumed.
She smiled warmly at Eli as she made her way through, winding past the main room and into the long hall of bedrooms. By now, she had the steps to Jenny's room memorized nearly as well as she knew her own apartment layout, but she ran her fingers over the room number just to be sure when she arrived. Assured, she gave a gentle, unassuming knock to the slick texture of the wood and waited for the vampire to answer.