Last Act | Tucker & Ciara
In some ways, Ciara was more well suited to the Clovennian style of flirtation. She had never much been one for playing nice when she did not genuinely care for someone, and found it much more entertaining to tease. Her success with the tourists that passed through the Palace's doors was much higher than that of many of the genuinely good, sweet girls that worked there, but this dance of denial with Tucker was on another level entirely.
With Tucker, Ciara had genuine reason to trade barbed words, beyond the desire to provoke a reaction. She did not blame the average Clovennian for the Faidoux injections, but the man sprawled out before her was directly involved with the treatments. The thought was always there, an undercurrent to everything, but it didn't poison Ciara against Tucker. It had quite the opposite effect, actually. There was a man with so much control over her own life, why not see if she could influence his a little in return?
Luna was nearing the end of her act and Ciara really did not want to miss it. But the way Tucker airily wiggled his fingers and spoke about her people, when he could easily have been more offensive had her turning in her seat once more. "Cycles mean everything happens in good time, there is no need for you to hurry the process along." She wasn't about to apologise for her faith, but wasn't prepared to preach either. So instead, Ciara smirked slightly. "Careful Lord Belmont. Much more talk like that and people might suspect you want to adopt some of our ways."