[b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Seventh Floor: Dungeons[/u][/b] “Well ladies, what do you think?” Boris laughed, as he and the pair of beautiful women entered one of the doors of the seventh floor into the room beyond:- a veritable dungeon filled with all manners of strange and risqué items for reasons best left unmentioned (lest the Guild lose its google adsense again). Boris clapped his hands together, turning to face Diane. “It’s right, we do have the bedrooms start on the fifth floor up, each with their own particular luxurious fancy. But this floor is… well, Lord Dumont was kind enough to reserve this floor for those in the nobility with a… particular kink. Tsk, those terrible kinky nobles. Hahaha!” Dylan and Lucien exchanged each other a look, as their eyes scanned the length and breadth of the wide room, taking everything in that they could bear to stomach. Rope, chains, whips, paddles. Oh Aislin. “Anyway, it’s not a part of your contract to, ah, service the nobility in rooms such as these if you don’t want to.” Boris helped to clarify. “Ladies such as yourselves who apply to join Dumont’s Grande Diamond, I only think he expects for you to serve as friendly companionship. To talk and smile, share jokes and serve drinks with. To be hospitable. But… well. I don’t know about you two, Lucy, Diane. And whether such… ah, ‘depravity’ as this interests you, but I do believe Lord Dumont compensates his workers generously if you were indeed interested in… expanding your role. Shall we say? “Oh, and that,” Boris pointed to a wooden contraption in the corner of the room. “That’s the horses, Lucy. Haha.” Boris’ smile beamed widely. “So what do you think then, ladies? Does the dungeon… excite you?” --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/JSWBWb3.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: First Floor: Bar[/u][/b] “Excited, have you? Hahaha! I can’t blame you! The Grande Diamond certainly is one of a kind, isn’t it?” Anthony laughed, pointing to the barmaid behind the counter to bring him, and his guests some drinks. “Dumont can be a bit of a… character, shall we say, but credit where credit due – he runs a wonderful business here. There’s not many places one can go to where the standard and class is just so… high.” The barmaid returned, extending a drink out to all four of the group. Xandra rested her hand on Anthony’s shoulder, as Thunderhawk silently, patiently waited and observed, at a loss in knowing how to proceed from here. Him and his big mouth. He thought after what he had said in the interview, with his knowledge of alcohol, and Xandra’s demonstration of impeccable balance that the two would serve well in exploring the bar should they run into Lady Vasco again, but how could they get any clues this way? Not to mention… not to mention he had made himself a promise to try and not drink… Then a flash of inspiration. “Excuse me, sir,” ‘Henrietta’ started to speak, flashing a sultry smile to his companion. “Would you mind if I was to try and work a little from the other side of the bar? I told Lady Vasco that my area of expertise was in mixing and creating drinks… so I would like to try and demonstrate that, if I could.” “Oh! Well, certainly,” Anthony turned and gave the girl a pointed stare. She nodded, and departed for the kitchen, to give Thunderhawk some room to try. Despite already being served some glasses with drink suitable enough to have, Anthony instead shoved them to the side, interested to see what this lovely new addition to the Grande Diamond family might be able to serve. Thunderhawk eyed the bottles and glasses across the bar, flicking his eyes around and memorising his surroundings. He turned back towards Anthony, Xandra and Mordie, with an idea fixed in his mind on how to get out of this particular precarious situation. An idea that would involve Thunderhawk’s traditional crafty use of wit and intellect. But before that- “What may I get you, sir? And…” His eyes turned to Mordie. “Miss?” --- [b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Ground Floor: Party Hall/Casino[/u][/b] Alan’s eyes sparkled at the wondrous turn of luck he had been given today. To be accompanied by such a stunning girl as Aria, and one so quick and willing to serve and please was simply incredible. A lot of new girls were struck silent or left nervous, suspended in awe at the majesty of men such as him and his ilk. A reaction that, whilst it had its charms, grew weary more then anything else. But an outgoing woman like Aria was a different story altogether. Why, she was a perfect fit the establishment, if not perhaps a perfect fit to accompany him back to his manor in Ddaear. True, it was still early days afterall, they had only known each other for a few minutes so far, but first impressions were everything, and Alan was impressed indeed. Depending on how the rest of the day went, he thought he might have to make Aria a offer and see if she wouldn’t consider personally working for him at home. “I’ll have a drink, please, Aria.” Alan smiled, a wide, genuine smile full of elation and energy as he sat himself down. “And one for yourself as well, if you like. When you come back, I do believe we shall have to best all these dastardly dullards and run away with their money, shouldn’t we?” “You, Alan?” Scoffed a boisterous nobleman at the table, with another of the Grande Diamond’s beautiful employees seated by his side, pleasingly hanging on to his every word, as more and more women shuffled past them in the loud and lively hall, carrying further refreshments. “Please, sir, don’t give the poor girl any delusions. Haha!” “We’ll see if you say that again when you’re more the poorer.” Alan grinned in return. He looked to Aria once more. “Please do be quick, dear. I sense something very special in you, you know. Luck. I do believe I need you at my side here if I am to show him where he should stick his coinage.” --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/jRAF2sR.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/Wzt5AsZ.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/sUjLRjZ.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/xQfN4de.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Grande Suite[/u][/b] Silence. The room was left in complete, total silence, as Selan’s dance slowed to a stop, his melodic voice tapering off into silence, and her demeanour changing from the artist she had just presented herself as, back to the woman hoping to please her audience, as well as hopefully have exerted some of her influence into soothing them. A professional smile graced her lips, and she focused her attention on Lord Dumont… …who rose to his feet and clapped loudly, his voice carrying throughout the room and into the corridor beyond. “That was… spectacular! I have never seen such a wonderful performance as that, and to think, it was only a sample! Truly, I believe the Grande Diamond has been exceptionally blessed today, wouldn’t you say so, Mr. Hunter? Kenneth?” Lord Dumont’s eyes sparkled, his head snapping first to Neil, who, truly spreading out and lounging on the sofa, his arms stretched to resting on the top, over Marcus’ shoulders (and Selan when she would return to sit again), gave a mischievous grin as he looked at Selan, his gaze resembling that of a hungry wolf salivating a fresh target. “That was… something alright.” He grinned. “Mmm,” Kenneth didn’t mutter much. “Yeah, the lady’s talented alright. I can see why you’ve become such a sensation, for sure.” He flashed a smile to Selan, before refocusing his attention on the display of monitors in the wall again. A slight twinge was felt within Selan’s whole body. Whilst her exterior never changed, never faltered in the careful façade she had cultivated, she suddenly realised that something here was wrong. The men… they were charmed alright, impressed by her singing and dancing, but not to the extent she had hoped. She didn’t notice it during her performance, but now she could feel it. There had been an… absence. Her eyes locked briefly with Marcus’, and in the reflection of his stare she understood. Her magic had been… blocked?! --- [img]http://i.imgur.com/CpfbCG4.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: Outside the Grande Diamond[/u][/b] Standing ever vigilant outside the extravagant, towering building, Crimson Justice watched over the building, his arms crossed over his chest. The discussions occuring around him, from the numerous bros all chatting amongst themselves and filled with worry for Josette, and those of the Pride who patiently waited and prayed for their friends success in rescuing Estelle and Josette, were deaf to him. He just stood immobile and rigid, an unmoving statue, his gaze unwavering from the building before him.