Closed + Open } Dangerous when cornered

[aspecialkindofwoman]

April 2 | The halls

Milady arrives to the hotel and immediately finds the first and last person she's looking for.

No warning | Rated U for unrequited and unresolved | ongoing

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April 6 - Open
One of the things that has kept the woman known as Milady de Winter alive in all she's been through: she is resilient and she is tough and she is opportunistic. She has learned what she thinks there is to learn about this place and eyed a few doors, but she hasn't tried any yet. This isn't cowardice; it's canniness. She needs to know what she's doing. So this is how she comes to wander through the shop then making her way to the Smoking room. She's looking at everything and everyone; the clothing some wear here is ... intriguing. She's tempted to take some; it would be easy enough. But in the meantime, she walks, hip swinging, offering a smile at the men that she thinks could benefit her, while sizing up the women. She'll have a drink or maybe more, seeing who might be buying.

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[nebaritralk]

Chiana is at the bar, enjoying a drink paid to her by a man who has now gone back to his table, and his friends, with the drinks he had come to get them, a man who is regularly glancing back at her. She makes sure not to look back at him; encourage them too much too soon and they will expect everything from you, without giving anything for it. She is, as always, keeping an eye on the door for whoever might walk into the bar.

She knows the woman within seconds of her arrival, for all that she's never seen her in her life. She looks at the men the way Chiana does, and there's something about her smile. She's very human, but she's also shopping for marks.

Chiana shifts at the bar, turning to face the new arrival, in her corset, skintight pants and low-heeled boots. The woman's wearing an elaborate dress, the sort Chiana wouldn't like having to move in. She's looking forward to seeing her reaction to Chiana's appearance; so few humans have ever seen anything like her, with her grey skin, black eyes and white hair.

[morethanhuman]

It was almost funny, having a woman smile at him like that; most of the ones here didn't bother, either because having Jordan almost constantly at his side kept most of them away, or because they were insightful enough to fish in more receptive waters. This woman, though— either she was undeterred by the air of solitary disinterest he was giving off, or she simply didn't care enough about social convention to humor him.

She held his glare for far longer than expected, which impressed him enough to relent. "New here, I take it?" he asked, pushing back the barstool beside him with a flick of his power.