[Sodium_noir] Satyr in the Night

[Spikey]

Panic, Nyx
Mage, Satyr working girl
The Chaste Dragon

Nyx walks over to face the door clearing her mind. One hand on the CD player and adopting a comfortable pose. She was going to assault this guys senses from the moment he stepped into the room. Most girls would want the lights low for mood and mystery and to hide any physical faults they had. Nyx wasn't that type of girl. While she her body wasn't perfect she knew had lots to flaunt and men were visual. She was going to give him an eyeful. The lights could go down later. The Satyr focuses on her job. For the next hour or so there would only be one thing in the world for her and that was the John she was servicing. Nothing else mattered. 

There was a certain scent in the air. Cigar smoke and wine. This guy and his cronies had been out celebrating already, and this was the late night end of the show. 

When she first caught sight of him there were no surprises. Middle aged, well dressed, afluent. Probably went to the gym twice a month, enough to prevent the middles aged spread but not enough to make him a pleasure on the eyes. Somewhere around the middle of the scale.

"Knock knock?" he said, some trepidation in his voice. At least there was no slur, no hint of drunken stupity in store.


[Tag Nyx]

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