honey brown (marigolde) wrote in newhaven_rp, @ 2016-06-20 17:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | !june2016, marigold ebbin, viktor petrov |
Who: Viktor Petrov & Marigold Ebbin
Where: Viktor's room
When: Sunday, 3pm sharp
Rating: Probably adult
Viktor had always done right by Mari in the past. She wouldn't say she trusted him wholly but she did trust him not to fuck her over or strong-arm her into a situation she was unhappy with. He hadn't before, and the likelihood that that had changed in less than a year was minimal. At least, she hoped. Mari was still on her guard as she headed up to his room because she was always on her guard. Life had told her that was necessary and she never forgot it.
But she had a good feeling about it, even if he made it pretty clear what part of the "audition" process would entail. He was attractive, he didn't have a rep of brutalizing servita (beyond what Mari thought she could handle; she kept an ear to the ground about that), thus it was hardly the worst thing she could spend her time doing. Besides, she reminded herself, if she wanted to move on from just dancing she probably needed to prove that she could handle it. And she did want to move on. The boost in money was ideal and was the reason she'd give to anyone asking, but a dark part of Mari that she deemed "sick" loved the idea of the brothel.
If she was nervous, it didn't show. Not much did. Marigold was good at keeping everything in around dominari, showing them a cool, calm exterior that was difficult to crack until or unless they found just the right buttons to push. She strolled up to Vik's door with a pair of mirrored platform heels hooked on her fingers, spine straight and shoulders back, her "afternoon delight" shirt a not so subtle poke at their plans, white workout shorts clinging to her hips. She knocked and waited patiently, her dark eyes roaming over the frame of the door and the ceiling, absently. Instead of greeting him properly when he opened the door to greet her, she pursed her lips and glanced behind him, into the space. "Wasn't sure if you just wanted the lap dance audition, or something with pole work." A smirk quirked the corner of her mouth, hinting at her usually-hidden sense of humor. "Wouldn't surprise me if you had a pole installed in here somewhere, so I brought these just in case."