Femme Fatale (closed)

[Spiderfly]

The lithe form of a human Card walked down the streets of Capital City. Her hips sashaying and twisting to make the trinkets about them twinkle and dance. She was blind, but she knew her way to what was, pathetically, the funnest part of town.

Murmur heard the cling of glasses and the riot of voices a ways off before she reached the bar and twisted her lips into a smirk. Confidentally she found the door and pushed her way into the bar. Now for the hard part, to find an empty seat without sitting on anyone. Though. .that had served it's purposes in the past. She walked slowly towards the bar, the lower part of her buttocks showing beneath her small metal skirt.

Being in shape was always good for getting attention. And though she couldn't see her own body she flaunted it well. The fake tail moved as she did drawing even more looks her way.

Now to see what she could snag tonight. She didn't have a roll in the hay with just anyone, but she liked to have a good time. Though, only with other torques or similarly interesting individuals. Murmur finally reached the bar and slunk into a stool. . . though. Why was it soft?

[Vyn]

Hatter was not a frequent bar-goer. He disliked drinking and getting drunk in general, it muddled up his head and he didn't particularly enjoy that feeling.

What he did enjoy, however, was people watching.

This was one of the best places for that. The place was absolutely churning with people. Loud, boisterous people with strange stories to tell if one sat just right and listened. Tonight, sadly, was quite slow. Sure the pub itself was packed, but his spot on the barstool remained void of any even mildly interesting company. That is, until a faint sound caught his ears. It was nearly nonesxistance over the sounds of the drunken patrons, but it was there. A low tinkling of sound, or...bells? No, not bells...something else.

He had been seconds from turning to see who was making that fascinating sound when, to his surprise and delight, someone was sitting in his lap. My she was beautiful now wasn't she?! To his surprise, he was speechless as his eyes widened with fascination. Did he just, draw in interesting Torques?

"Why, hello there." He grinned and allowed his arms to carelessly drape around her waist. He wasn't at all shy about having company. "Do you often make seats of fellow bar patrons?"

[Spiderfly]

She laughed, a low tinkling sound like bells. At least she had managed to sit on someone interesting. Most women seemed to take offense to it, most men well. This one had manners too, another bonus in his favour. As he wrapped his arms around her she grinned slyly and wiggled her hips back, using an arm to get her tail out of the way.

Ah yes, right here. Best part of the lap to sit on. After all men and women were made to fit against each other. Her voice was deeper than most as she spoke, laced with an obvious, but easy to understand French accent.

"Ah yes, well. . . Only when I don't zee zem. Which iz alwayz." She laughed again, turning her head slightly to show off her back and neck. But also her mask which very definately completely covered her eyes. In fact her eyes weren't even visible as if the mask not only sat on but went into her face. She didn't turn far however as the bindings about her back and neck kept her from moving much at all.

"If you mind, I whill move." She said with a slight grumble to her voice. Murmur didn't think he minded at all. She looked for conformation by digging her hips in just a bit, letting the metal of her skirt jingle as she did so.

[Vyn]

Hatter tensed slightly as she wiggled her hips back and found that perfect place to sit. It was definitely a nice fit, more than nice really...but it left his mind reeling for a moment. By the Queen she was...

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, focusing on that deep, accented voice. How very pretty, but different...though he had to say it was in a rather good way. Hatter had a taste for oddity, especially in Torques. Bindings in tact but free in other ways. It was always pleasing for him.

"Ah, yes... Your mask." He reached up thoughtlessly, touching the mask and running his fingers gently along it. Curious... He could've been as blind as she was with the way he was touching her, curious fingers dancing over her mask and then sliding curiously to her neck. "I don't mind at all, please: stay. I'm happy to be such an exotic woman's seat for the evening."

[Spiderfly]

She jerked just the slightest in surprised as his soft fingers moved so quietly up and touched her mask. Though once she knew he was there she was okay with the touch, with the exploration. Murmur wondered vaguely if he had any bindings himself to be so comfortable around them. She was a bit of a snob around those that had no bindings, no piercings, no measure of what pain they could, and would endure for beauty and honor.

"Tell me. . Mon Brave. What realm do 'ou hail from?" Her hands moved backwards behind her, running along his hips and as her elbows rose up, towards his waist. They then dropped back to rest firmly on his belt, wiggling the top of his pants about an inch.

"I must zay, 'ou do make a razzer. . . comfortable seat." She laughed again, a low melodious sound. "I do zo hope zat the package measures up to ze voice and ze hands."

[Vyn]

Hatter liked Torques. They were strange and full of interesting secrets and so pretty. He wanted to touch her more, but he let his hands fall around her waist after a short while. Resting comfortably around her as she made herself just as comfortable in her placement.

"Corvistowne, m'lady... I am the Mad Hatter, but you can call me Hatter." If she paid attention to the 'politics' of Corvistowne, she would have heard his name somewhere in there for his skill with mechanics and overall weirdness. If not, then well... It was just an odd name to an interesting seat, he supposed.

"I'm pleased to make you a comfortable seat." He chuckled, the low notes sounding rather nice when they blended with her melodious laughter. "I do hope so as well, I would hate to be a poor package with nice attributes. It would be disappointing, I think. For me even."

[Spiderfly]

( *cleans up extraneous threads*)