[Sodium_noir] Satyr in the Night

[Spikey]

Panic, Tess, Nyx
Mage, Mortal madam, Satyr working girl
The Chaste Dragon

Nyx, with the grace of a dancer, lets her trench coat slide off her body revealing an Arabian Nights Harem girl costume. While it's not super revealing it is extremely exotic, flashy, and shows her figure off in an extremely complimentary fashion. She gives Panic and Tess a moment to take in her costume before speaking.

"I'm always ready to please Panic..." Gives him a suggestive smile enjoying the play with words and his name. 

Unseen by anyone but Panic, the imp throws her eyes skywards and sighs. 

"Oh great, should I make a crack about Eastern Promise now or later?"

Panic ignored his Familiar and took in the outfit.

"Kudos!" he said with a continuation of his smile. "The exotic is always a good way to get these types to part with more green. Why don't you come with me and I'll show you the room."

He holds out his hand and leads Nyx towards the stairs. As she follows him his eyes close slowly, taking on a dreamy quality unseen by others as he lets his senses expand. His appreciation of the spheres coelesce and he lets his inner eye wash over the new girl. Drinking in her spirit and her mind, exploring the matter that formed her body and the forces that held it together. 

Within a handful of steps they were on the stairs and walking up. He struggled to fit the data he was getting to a distant memory, something half forgotten. There were things he recognised in her nature, but he wasn't entirely sure from where or when. She had to be Fae, the nagging lack of ready knowledge was always a clue. 

"Dream born" came the whisper in his ear, as Tink confirmed his suspicions. "Though your limited human brain will probably forget again soon enough."

"Here we go!" he said, turning to her outside a non descript door. Nyx could see he was staring deeply into her eyes, trying to fathom her out but failing. "That cord on the gas lamp is an alarm if you need it, supplies in the top draw. "

He hovered, seeming to want to say more but holding back.


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