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Heather Kessler {Lady Heather} ([info]dominates) wrote,
@ 2008-04-18 21:32:00
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[Backdated like a mofo.]
Who: Mick and Heather ... possibly some NPCs
What: Investigation!
When: Long, long ago (but not in a galaxy far far away)
Where: Bloodlust
Rating: TBD.

It had been easy enough to get one of her clients to slip her the name of one of the local 'vampire' clubs. She had made it very clear to him that she was interested in finding a serious club, and the man had obliged easily enough. Then it had merely been a matter of getting Rita to give her a description and finding something appropriate to wear.

Heather smiled and leaned over to speak to the man next to her, making sure to flash just enough cleavage ... and neck, knowing this place. While she didn't like to be submissive, she was all too willing to play the part for a little while if it meant that she could get information on the 'vampire' that she was looking for. It turned out to be exactly what the man had needed to open up, and after a light kiss to the man's cheek ... she was off to the private sector, heels clicking on the floor as she went. She lifted her hand and knocked slowly on the door, already feeling the irritation building up in the middle of her chest. She was angry, but ... she'd restrain herself.

For the moment, at least. She had to make sure the man was helpless before she really laid into him.


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