#9 Beignet Boulevard (Robert Fletcher's Apartment)

Fiona had no troubles with the stairs, even in the heels she chose to wear tonight, a testament to her dexterity, to be sure. She kept pace the whole way back, arm locked with Roberts, and with plenty of pleasant conversation, and definitely not without its euphemisms here and there.

She admires the fact the man had his own staff to keep the apartment spotless, and even considers getting her own staff for a moment, but thinks against it. Not for the home she chose to live in, most certainly, that had to be kept hush hush. The apartment she had taken over from Mouse though, where she chose to conduct business on her own turf? A cleaner or two would be most welcome, even after she had redecorated the place from top to bottom.

Perhaps Robert would see it one day, especially the ceiling.

Fiona slips into the apartment and absorbs the room in all its splendor, but what could be seen as awe was in fact the thief in her making mental notes, should she decide to make Robert a victim, as well as client. She shelves that thought for now, taking into consideration that he seemed better morally than most of the rich she ripped off. In fact, he's been downright nice. She would have to think on that at a later time.

Besides, she could make more out of him over time, than in one or two ransacks.

For tonight though, she's no thief. Instead, she is one of the highest regarded whores in the city, and Robert's for the night. Though, he didn't seem adverse to her day package prices, so perhaps she would be sticking around more than the night.

She slips onto the couch, her dress flowing with grace as she does, and gets comfortable, pale leg sticking out of her dress, and crossed over her other. “Well now, Robert,” she says with a smirk. “You don't need to get me drunk to sleep with you. Coin will do the trick.” She chuckles elegantly at that, slipping an arm across the back of the couch. “But a glass of water would do fine.”

The woman remains seated on the couch, finding the seat exceptionally comfortable. Yes, she thinks to herself, she certainly could do her job here, if asked. The seats were just comfortable and just supportive enough for some of her better work. She shifts only a little to get a better view of some of the valuables, and makes a mental list in case she wanted to ransack the place in the future, but it would likely be a while. A salary over one large payment is her goal for tonight.

The beautiful whore rolls her eyes at his overdramatic stance on the drink, but the smile betrayed her bothered guise. “You did just buy me two expensive drinks to get my attention, Robert,” she says, matter of factly.

While he fetches her drink, she can't help but ask. “These portraits, I this one is of your… siblings, perhaps?” She asks, looking at the trio. The woman, even with the sour expression, seems quite attractive, but the young man is… off. She didn't like the look of those teeth.

“And who is this other one? She's very attractive,” she says, knowing full well who it is. She had crossed paths with Dixie two or three times in the past, and always got away scott free. She admires the woman's dedication to law, and how she had almost caught her once, but she knew the city better than Dixie, or at least the ratways and the rooftops. Still, if she had the chance, she wouldn't kick her out of bed. There's something so… powerful about sleeping with your arch enemy, even if there is no hate for the law woman. That would stroke Fi's ego better than she'd stroke her customers.

Must be the push up corset.

Fi takes the glass and has a sip of the clear, fresh water, and finds it better than the water she gets in her own apartment. She considered herself rich, but the super wealthy still have it better. Damn. “Thank you.”

As he looks over her body, Fi is sure to push her chest out a little and nudge his thigh with her exposed knee. The dress really did hug her body well, showing off her goods and assets in the perfect way, leaving enough to the imagination to keep them hooked, while exposing just enough to open wallets.

She shifts a little with a smirk at his question and bites her lower lip just a tad, her eyes half lidded. She scoots across and starts to whisper in his ear, her hand running up and down his thigh gently, even now she can feel his excitement. Her prices are… expensive, and her list goes down from fifteen minutes, thirty minutes, and an hour before jumping to six, twelve, then the day package, a full twenty four hours of raunchy fun, where she would do anything to him, and he anything to her, that wanted for a full day. The day package seemed to be the best value, it seemed.

Before he can answer though, she rests a finger on his jaw and guides him into a kiss. She takes her time, her ruby red lips pressed against him in a warm, loving smooch that lasts several seconds, and even involves just a smidge of her talented tongue.

Finally, she pulls back and leans against the couch again, her free hand running a finger around the back of his shoulder. Of course, she took no offence to his questioning of her prices this early, it was better to be clear in all things business. Although this is all leading to a night of fun and passionate love making, it's still business and it's still Fiona's job.

And she loves her job.

As Robert describes the people in the painting, Fiona finds herself, well… not really caring. At least not in the sense of a lover. Her thieving side listens to any new information she can get, anything that can lead to valuables, or blackmail information, even if it doesn't involve Robert. Any little tid bit would be devoured, even if she had no real concern for the description on an emotional level.

Perhaps in time that might change. Tonight she isn't a thief though, so she decides to give that part of her brain a break. Robert had been kind, not as stuck up, pompous, and arrogant as the usual rich toffs she had frequent her nethers and fill her purse.

Dixie though… There's a name Fiona would find useful. Perhaps she had been mistaken before, she hadn't seen her as much as she thought, but the woman had certainly been on her heels previously. If memory serves correctly, it was when she had managed to empty six of the twelve security deposit boxes of the port branch of one of Isra's middle level banks. Thanks to her inside man, she had made off with the most valuable of the items stored, which some might deem bad luck for the rightful owners. As her own luck would have it, Dixie had arrived before she could finish, but with an intimate knowledge of the streets, some careful planning, and a whole lot of fleet footedness, Fiona had gotten away, but not after seeing that determination in Dixie's eyes.

“Oh yes, I'm sure we would,” Fiona says as she slips her bare leg over Robert's lap and scoots a little closer. “I do quite like blondes. I would indeed like to meet her one day, I do have couples prices after all.” She takes an eye off of the painting and winks at Robert.

As she settles back after the kiss, she chuckles and puts on a fake pout. “Boo. Working at regular hours is so much less fun, Robert. I can say so from experience.” She leans in and kisses his neck while his hand rests on her soft, pale thigh. “And making it hard to choose is one of the most fun part of the job.” That is certainly true, trying to convince a client to go with the most expensive offer usually lead to a night of fun and a full purse.

“But I suppose the empress waits for no man, or his little lady of the night,” she coos as she shifts a hand down his arm. “You'll just have to send for me for a good weekend, if I prove my worth tonight.” And hopefully, if she plays her cards right, a recommendation to the highest authority.

She smiles warmly as he orders a six hour session with her. Plenty of time for fun, cuddling and fishing for information. “Well, I'm certainly happy to hear that,” she whispers as she slips a finger under his chin and brings him into a kiss, but she suddenly stops before their lips can meet, and presses the finger against his. She holds out her palm flat and grins. “But before we start, I like my money in advance. I will guarantee the full six hours, I do have a reputation to uphold afterall.”

“You would be surprised how many people try to take advantage,” Fiona says with a smirk as she sits back again, one leg crossed over the other. “Asking upfront means I get paid. There are a lot of powerful people out there that think their status means they don't have to pay after. Only one person would ever be allowed to do that.”

In fact, that was one of the many reasons she became a thief. One too many customers trying to hoodwink her, that soon found valuables missing from their home. Of course, it wasn't the only reason, but it was one of them.

She has a gander around the room, her thief's mind drifting to the all the valuables once again, but she stops herself and instead just enjoys the surroundings. She does notice the chocolates, but doesn't partake just yet, she could easily include them in the evening's festivities. They looked just big enough to cover her nipples, she thinks. Perfect.

Her mind snaps back to reality as Robert returns with her prize. Aaah, the jingle jangle of golden coins, music to Fiona's ears. She takes the bag and takes a short look inside after removing the chocolate… yes, all there, if her calculations were correct.

The whore looks back to Robert with a grin and leans into the kiss once again. Her tongue seems all the more skilled now that he's paid for her services instead of getting samples. Once the kiss breaks, she slowly pulls the bottom of her dress up along her left leg, the one completely covered, to reveal a bag strapped to her thigh. She opens it, deposits the coins, then takes it off and sets it down beside the couch.

“Now…” she says as she shifts and slides onto Robert's lap to straddle him, a leg on either side. She takes one of his hands and places it on her firm, precious bottom, then placed her own hand on his shoulder. She pauses for a moment to unwrap the chocolate, then takes a sensual bite out of it, making sure to lick her lips after with a short pleasurable moan. “I am yours.” She presses the other half of the chocolate to his lips and smiles seductively. “For the next six hours, you own me. What will you have me do?”

Fiona lay on her side next to the man, the curves of her body illuminated by the moonlight shining through the nearby open window, and her exposed front lit by the flickering of candle light all around the bed.

Sweat clung to her body, glistening over her beautiful rump, her subtle skin, and her large breasts, capped by a pair of still erect, perfect nipples. None of her body is hidden to Robert, her whole body on display from her exposed breasts, her subtle abs, her well groomed, dark pubic hair, and her long, toned but supple legs.

She stared at him with half lidded eyes and a tired grin across her face, aching through her whole body, but satisfied nonetheless. Though his time is up, she presses her body against his and places his hand on her rump once more, before she starts drawing little circles across his chest. “Oh, I know,” she says with a cheeky smirk. “You're not so bad yourself, you know. I almost forgot that this is my job, I was having too much fun.”

The whore looks him over, admiring every inch of the man, and how she had used every inch of him for her own enjoyment, and she got paid to do it. Of course, that had been mutual, she could tell by the look in his eyes that she had made him see the light of passion and lust. A wonderful combo, if she does say so herself.

“You could,” she says before planting a kiss on his chest. “I usually hang around there. Though you can likely find me directly. There is a small bakery on Dulcet street, I have recently set up a more permanent place of business just above it, apartment 3. I was quite lucky to come across it, really. Think of it as… my private little one-girl brothel.” She draws her finger up and down his body, from his groin to his chest. “I can put on quite a show for you there, a more… personalised experiences.”

She looks over at the picture near the bed and smirks. “And feel free to bring your friend. If you think you had it good, you should see what I can do to a woman like her.”

“Oh, but you've already given me quite the package,” Fiona says as she rests her head on his chest. Her hand drifts down his tummy and just past his groin to give his equipment a small pat. “And I must admit, I quite enjoyed it, almost as much as I'll enjoy spending my earnings.” She can't help but chuckle at that as she raises her head and plants a kiss on his lips. A whisper follows, right into his ear. “Thank you.”

She sits up on the bed, still looking down at him, her back bathed in the candle's light. “I look forward to meeting your friend, very much so in fact. It's been a while since I was with a woman who looks that good.” She lets out a playful laugh. “Most of my female customers are a little older, but have more money than satisfaction from their husbands. Of course, little do they know, their husbands also end up paying for my services every now and again.” she would never tell (without the right price) but she had dirt that could ruin careers, relationships, and had information that could make someone immensely rich or immensely poor overnight. That information is hers though, and nobody else's. It's amazing what people will tell you once your lips are at the base of their… pride.


“Of course, if you were to die during our little adventure with your lady friend…” which she greatly anticipated, considering both Dixie's good looks but also her profession. “I would need you to sign a waiver. If you die, I get your estate. That sounds fair, no?” She asks, followed by a joking laugh. “But really, I would need you to leave my fee to me.” When she isn't lusting for the pleasures of the flesh, she's lusting for money, there's no two ways about it. She is, quite literally, a greedy whore.

She rolls over on top of him and almost pins him to the bed, a hungry look in her eye, but is it real? Considering her skills, that look could be just a well practiced tool of hers. However, she does lean down and give him a smooch before sitting up on his midsection. “Apartment number 3. If I'm not there, my neighbour will make the appointment. She agreed to be my secretary for a small cut.”

Fi stays sitting on top of him, her eyes on his. “Now, where is your washroom? I can't go home smelling of sex and less savoury fluids, can I?” She asks, her finger drawing a circle around his nipple. “You can watch for free if you like. Joining me will cost more, of course.”

Fiona chuckles atop the man, her body still in full view and without a hint of shame. Of course, why would she feel any shame, with a body like hers? Soft, but firm in all the right places, it's evident that she takes very good care of herself. While some have strict regimes of diet and exercise, though, Fiona found most of her workout from running along rooftops and climbing up the facades of buildings in the relentless search of valuables to pinch.

"I do have that effect on people," she muses as she continues to draw a little circle around Robert's nipple. "I've been called a Succubus before, with how I drain my clients of their energy. Not the case, of course. I don't have horns yet." With that she laughs again, as if that was the last and only thing separating a succubus side form her human side. Fortunately for Robert, she is indeed all human.

She feels the gears turn in his head, wondering what he's thinking, perhaps of reconsidering and going again? When he would be available again? Just how he's going to convince and pay for his friend to join? She can't be sure, but by the twinkle in his eye and the smile on his face, she knows it's quite pleasant.

"I do," she finally says after his comment on her secretary. "A sweet old lady. She knows exactly what she's doing, and much to my surprise how much I may or may not earn. She's a shrewd business lady, I must admit. We have a lovely little agreement; she sets up my schedule and I essentially pay her retirement with a cut of my fees. It's quite a good deal, and she's very good with confidentiality, you can trust me on that."

Finally, and with great reluctance, she dismounts Robert and rolls off the bed and onto her feet in one gracious movement. She takes a moment to stretch herself out, standing a little taller than before, then turning to Robert once more.

"Excuse me, my dear," she says as she leans over him. "But I'm going to wash up. I'll be sure to come back and tuck you in before I say goodbye." Before he can speak though, she places both hands on the sides of his head, and pulls him into a passionate kiss that lasts for several moments.

After disengaging, the woman stands again, hands on her hips. "That's for telling me I'm the best. I love a man that tells the truth." She lets out a small giggle before turning and heading for the door, still in the buff. She stops just shy of opening the door and looks around briefly before finding a robe on a hook nearby. Without asking, she reaches over and wraps herself up in it, less for her own sake, she didn't care if the help saw her naked, but instead for Robert's. No need to give the help any particular ideas.

With that, she heads out and down the hall, slowly than normal as her thief mind comes to the forefront and she begins to case the large apartment, looking for valuables she could pilfer at some point. Not tonight, but after she gains the man's trust, and then perhaps a wait for a little while after.

Still, she finds the washroom easily enough, and marvels at the room. Faaaaancy…

The vampire's brows popped up once they arrived at Robert's penthouse. The peacock was the cherry on top, skittering out just in time to greet its owner. He wasn't going to admit it so readily, but he was impressed. He'd never had a peacock before.

"Shall I be predictable? Wine, if you will," said Vasco, shrugging off the expensive furs that decorated his cloak. Both were placed atop the same rack. Beneath it, he was dressed in a dark jerkin held together with silver clasps, worn snugly over a white blouse. Neat britches were fitted beneath a pair of laced boots with a slight heel. He was nothing if not stylish.

His eyes lingered upon the portraits for a moment longer before he decided to join his new companions. "A beautiful family. Are those your siblings? And mother?"

"Oh, what a pleasure," said Vasco to Robert's offer of wine. He sipped it with a gentle enthusiasm, and though the flavor ricketed through his body, any warmth was deathly absent. The vampire pursed his lips and gave Robert an assuring nod. "Not bad, Minister. Is that a hint of willow I taste?" He swirled his tongue around his mouth, eyes questioning the ceiling before he put his hands up.

"Your family, by the way, all become the man they're related to. You said your niece was in town? And what does she do?"

He kept Moira in the corner of his eye, noting that hers continued to give her trouble. Vasco attempted to catch her gaze, his own questioning.