[Sodium_noir] Satyr in the Night

[Frank]

    Panic,  Nyx
  Mage, Satyr working girl
  The Chaste Dragon
  
  
  
  Panic heads for the door, pausing on the threshold.
       
      "Everybody  does sweetheart!" he says. >From the corridor she hears him once more.  "Everybody does!"
       
      Nice exit  thought Nyx. The boy has style. Geez, how in the Hell did I wind up working for  a Prodigal? A tempting one though, it would be interesting to make him a  Dreamer. Might be dangerous though. Someone that young with all of this spoke  of serious power. She was going to have to mark down as dangerous in her book  and guard her actions around him in the future. Shame. He looked so yummy. But  Nyx wasn’t the kind of girl to play with fire, not unless it was the type of  flame she was acquainted with. She had precious little knowledge of Mages. The  streets had taught her long ago that what you didn’t know could and would hurt  you
..every time. She would play it safe. Maybe research things if she got too  tempted so she could make an educated decision. This made her sigh, research  often meant sluagh. She really wasn’t anxious for those types of dealings  again. 
       
      Nyx was  left alone in the room, and with her thoughts. From a few doors along she could  hear giggling and relaxed noise. Apparently a few of the girls were on there  between clients. 
       
      Through the  window she catches a glimpse of a square. Across the street from the Chaste  Dragon was an alley way and through that was a public area in poor repair. The  buildings around it were crumbling and mostly windowless. Groups of people  wrapped in rags and clustered around make shift fires filled the rubble strewn  square. The only other light came from a large Catholic church. She could just  glimpse the porch and doors from here.
       
      The phone  buzzed twice, probably a heads up from downstairs. Her John was here and would  be with her soon.
       
      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. 
       (Tag Spikey)
  
      
 
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