Owner	Pose
Sprite	The Hellfire Club is a wonderful, old-timey institution. 1700's London in its oldest public incarnation. Sprite thought it was a fantastic idea then, and thinks it's a fantastic idea now. The immortal tween has tried open inquiries and setting up meetings, and finally has decided, more or less, to just show up. She looks somewhat out of place; she's dressed in blood-red corset, black miniskirt with fishnets, and red platform heels; her attire looks the part. It just looks out of place on what looks like a teenage girl walking through the place. That said, she's looking for someone in authority.
Sebastian Shaw	Inquirires into 'someone of authority' would most assuredly lead to one Sebastian Shaw. He stands within the VIP Lounge at the bar, chatting amiably with one of the many wealthy patrons of the Hellfire Club. A glass of wine is in one hand, while the other hands loosely at his side. He is dressed as one might expect one to be dressed in a 1700's London institution. A fine purple top coat over black breeches, and black boots. From what Sprite is told upon inquiring, he is the owner of the Hellfire Club and a very active participant in its management. And a rather capable host.
Sprite	Sprite moves closer, smiling as she gets a look at Sebastian and his ensemble. She walks up, heels clicking out a beat on the floor at her approach. "Mr. Shaw?" she asks as she approaches, though not even looking like she should be old enough to get in the front door. "That is a /fabulous/ top coat, by the bye."
Sebastian Shaw	tTurning his gaze as his name is called, Sebastian offers both an upraised eyebrow and a smile to the speaker. "Yes?" he says, polite in tone. His gaze drifts over the girl presenting herself before him. While she might not appear to be old enough, or wealthy enough, or even dressed appropriately, the Hellfire Club does attract all types, and so Sebastian's default is to always assume that someone belongs there until he determines otherwise.     "Welcome to the Hellfire Club. I do not believe we have met, Miss..."
Sebastian Shaw	Turning his gaze as his name is called, Sebastian offers both an upraised eyebrow and a smile to the speaker. "Yes?" he says, polite in tone. His gaze drifts over the girl presenting herself before him. While she might not appear to be old enough, or wealthy enough, or even dressed appropriately, the Hellfire Club does attract all types, and so Sebastian's default is to always assume that someone belongs there until he determines otherwise.     "Welcome to the Hellfire Club. I do not believe we have met, Miss..."
Sprite	"Oh, there are so many answers to that. For right now, let's use Robyn Goodfellow." Classic education would get the reference, most likely, from folklore. "I'm afraid I let my membership lapse some time ago, and I'm interested in once more resuming a more active presence." Well, she certainly doesn't TALK like the tween she looks like.
Sebastian Shaw	Sebastian is a fairly learned man, and that name is rather distinctive. Of course, it could be a reference to anything, or more likely, a fake name. "Very well then," he replies, arching an eyebrow slightly as he considers her. "Some time ago, you say." He nods to her, and then nods over towards a table off to the side. "Let's have a seat and chat, if you don't mind." He is used to all manner of strangeness associated with the Hellfire Club, so the concept of a girl who has been a longtime member at her age isn't alien to him. There are at least five that he speaks to regularly that are centuries old. "Would you care for a drink of some kind?"
Sprite	"I'd be delighted." She'll allow him to lead the way first, and take her seat once she approaches the table. "I would love one. Absinthe was always the drink of choice back in the day, but a nice wine would work just as well." She sits, and crosses her legs, smiling back. "I'm given to understand that you're in charge of things these days, so what /is/ the procedure currently? I doubt it's quite so simple as ludicrous amounts of money."
Sebastian Shaw	The girl certainly earns a bit of a look from Sebastian. "I am afraid that unless you can provide some suitable identification, we would need to restrict you to non-spirits here in this Lounge." He seems to emphasize the latter part as he speaks, suggesting that there are some places that are more liberal within the Club. Hard to imagine, since this is the VIP section of the VIP club. "We do try to adhere to local ordinances here."     His gaze takes in her form, and there is a certain skeptical look on his face. Which is to be expected, given the jarring discontinuity between her demeanor and her appearance. "It can be a ludicrous amount of money, yes, but there are other qualifications." He leans forward across the table, lowering his voice. "Let us start with you filling me in on the details of your prior, and now lapsed, membership."
Sprite	That gets a merry laugh from the girl. "Really? And here I'd never associated the Hellfire Club with being overly concerned with societal mores. My previous records, you would have to check with the London branch, circa 1904." Sure enough, there would be a Robin Goodfellow listed then. "I'm afraid I hadn't bothered to look into the American version. The twentieth century was a busy time."
Sebastian Shaw	Sebastian nods slowly. "In the publicly viewable areas, yes, we do try to at least keep up the appearances of propriety. In the back corners, well..." Shaw looks her over for a moment, considering. "I am not sure those areas would be of interest, or suitable for you." He considers her comments for a moment. "So if I might ask, what brings you in now, if you have been lapsed for so long?"     An attendant slips up to Shaw and whispers in his ear. He nods for a moment, and then the attendant slips away.
Sprite	"I suppose one could say I've decided to walk in the world again for a while. And being as I have the aforementioned ludicrous amounts of money, as well as unique experience, moral flexibility, prior relationships, and a simply phenomenal amount of special talents, better to formalize the arrangement, I think."
Sebastian Shaw	"I believe that you are most certainly correct." Sebastian inclines his head towards Sprite. "Miss Goodfellow, if you would like to adjourn this conversation to a more private locale, I believe we can discuss your application for membership in greater detail. Perhaps there may be libations more suitable to your tastes available there as well." He tilts his head slightly, and there is an attendant off towards the bar brandishing a bottle of absinthe.
Sprite	Sprite stands, and smiles. "Please, lead the way, Mr. Shaw." She smiles to the attendant, as well. "I'm pleased to see the standard of service is still high."
Sebastian Shaw	Rising up from his table, Shaw nods to another attendant who moves over to open a panel on the wall, revealing a passageway. Shaw waves his hand to indicate for Sprite to proceed in, and he himself turns to follow her. They are trailed by the attendance with the bottle of absinthe. Within the passageway, the walls are decorated with ornate wooden carvings depicting mainly two themes - victories of a marshall sort, and pleasures of a carnal sort. It is most assuredly not the sort of artwork that one would present to a teenager, which should be some indication to Sprite that Shaw has been informed of the legitimacy of her identity. Or he has no compunction about showing inappropriate things. But the latter is not terribly likely.
Sprite	Sprite merely smiles approvingly as she walks through the hall. "Ahh, the less-mundane side of things. Always the more enjoyable." She follows a bit behind Shaw, with the attendant behind her, seeming completely untroubled by walking through a hall of interesting images to an unknown and secret location.
Sebastian Shaw	As they continue along towards a lit chamber slightly in the distance, Shaw nods slowly. "Of course. Nothing here is mundane, and that is why I would like to think that the Hellfire Club is rather unique in its place in the world." He turns his gaze back towards Sprite as he continues to walk. "So please, if you do not mind, share with me what you were speaking of earlier. Talents, experience, relationships...how is it that you were a member of our club over a hundred years ago..."
Sprite	Sprite gives a bit of a smirk. "Tsk. Asking a lady all her secrets? Let's just say that obviously, I have an...extended lifespan. A seriously extended lifespan. And I have certain special abilities, of the sort that the modern press likes to ascribe to "superhumans". Flight, strength...other talents as well."
Sebastian Shaw	"Yes, well, I had rather concluded that one on my own, indeed." Shaw returns the smirk to Sprite. "Setting that aside for a moment, clearly you qualify for whatever indulgences you wish to engage in here within the Club, given your actual age." There is another glance over her, and then to the attendant still trailing them with the absinthe.     "Can I ask what your interest is in the Hellfire Club? What do you wish to pursue here, and why membership is of value to you?"
Sprite	"Simple. If it's anything like the older Club, and I suspect it is, this is a place of people with phenomenal contacts, and moral flexibility. Most places in this age want to treat me like a child and not take me seriously. If I'm going to be more involved with things, the Club makes a perfect launching pad." She gives a nod to the attendant. "You may serve."
Sebastian Shaw	The passageway opens to a room, and that room is one which is, at the moment, home to at least a handful of individuals indulging in every sort of vice imaginable. And not in the most puritanical of ways, either.     Shaw waves his hand as if on cue to indicate such, looking back towards Sprite. "Precisely. All of the above, and more."     Shaw makes his way over towards a chair, stepping around a pair of individuals on the floor, and settles into his seat, turning to look at Sprite as the attendant moves forward to serve.     "You are clearly not at all what you appear to be. So tell me, if you do not mind - what are you?"
Sprite	Sprite looks back. "I'm not sure if what I actually am would have meaning to you, Mr. Shaw. If it helps, you can think of me as a goddess. Goodness knows I've been more than one through the millennia." She drops that time scale casually, and takes the glass poured for her. "Thank you." she offers to the attendant.
Sebastian Shaw	In his time as owner of the Hellfire Club, that is hardly the most unlikely thing he has heard. He nods, accepting it at face value.     "What could we possibly offer a Goddess, if you do not mind my asking?" He reclines in his seat and watches her for a moment." I cannot think of what use we may offer than diversion."
Sprite	"Diversion is often underrated, Mr. Shaw. Immortal ennui is a very real thing. But beyond that, as I said, connections. No amount of personal power gives me the web of connections that I can establish through the Club. A Who's Who of movers and shakers is a powerful asset."
Sebastian Shaw	"And what diversions do you seek? I am sure that we can find a way to provide them." Ever the host.     "Of course it is. But I will admit that you may have a challenge availing yourself of it." shaw waves his hand around vaguely. "While those people may well be here and be accessible, swaying then may prove to be a challenge given your ... youthful visage."
Sprite	A sort of golden shimmer covers Sprite's form a moment, as she seems to age and grow a bit, transforming into a mid-twenties version of herself. "Oh, less than you might think. I could have taken any form I liked for this conversation. Consider it a test. If you were willing to have this conversation with me in my true form, and take me seriously, it speaks well of both acceptance and a lack of moral prudity."
Sebastian Shaw	There is a slow nod from Shaw as with a certain appreciation that it was in fact intentional. "I have both pf those in abundance," replies Shaw. "But I will ask that I'd you intend to engage in any carnal delights that you do so on a form of age with this one."     "I believe that your membership is acceptable, pending the financial obligations for members." He inclines his head towards Sprite. "And I would bid you welcome to the Hellfire Club."
Sprite	"Oh, of course." She smiles. "We wouldn't want to encourage bad habits." She downs her drink. "I'll send over the requisite financials. And a pleasure, Mr. Shaw." She stands, offering out her hand. "I thank you for your time."
Sebastian Shaw	Rising as well, Shaw extends his hand towards Sprite. "Of course not. I hope you understand." As they shake, Shaw nods. "I just confess to a certain degree of personal curiosity in your history as a goddess, Miss Goodfellow." He smiles. "Perhaps you could join me some evening and regale me of tales of your divinity while I entertain you with other delights."
Sprite	"Then we can call that a date for a future event, Mr. Shaw." She smiles, and returns to her normal form. "And we can both get to know one another better. But for this evening, I think I will bid you farewell, and handle the boring administrivia of the financials. Our chat can wait for a time when we have less distractions."