Re: [Strip club: Nel & Eames]
Nel appropriated entitlement upon that barstool. She claimed it for her own, and whoever didn't like it could fuck off. That was rather Nel's feeling about quite a few things in life, and that was its own kind of entitlement. Even among her fellow gods, Nel knew herself to be more. There was power in being the goddess of the end of things, especially where immortals were concerned. The fact that she could hold any of them, had held many of them historically, made one rather unafraid of anything.
She didn't ask to have her drink replenished, and it wasn't out of any fear of losing her head. Frankly, Nel didn't lose her head, not unless she'd decided to do so, and when she did it was an affair that this bar couldn't survive. She was tired of the cheap liquor, and she savored her cigarette instead. She didn't comment about his acclaimed lack of performance anxiety. He was graced with a look that was impossible to decipher, and she left it at that. Nel had yet to meet a man that had not experienced performance anxiety at some point in their life. If they hadn't experienced it yet, they'd only need to wait until the days when little blue pills were a requirement.
"I was talking about flight attendants," she corrected. "They've weight and height requirements, and there are even unspoken rules about attractiveness. You'll never find an ugly woman or man in first class, dearest, as a flight attendant. But you're entitled to your prejudiced opinions of any race you prefer. I'm hardly going to judge you." A strip club was not, in Nel's estimation, a place to throw stones. In fact, she rather liked that no one met anyone's eye here, generally and as a rule. It was rather refreshing.
As for the goal of her camera, she motioned to the girl on the end. Thick blonde hair, large breasts, olive skin and dark nipples. "I've made arrangements with her. She's rather the most natural looking of the lot," she said plainly. The girl's coloring would lead to striking contrast on film, and Nel was pleased by the curves that spoke of good eating and no need for a thigh gap.