16831/What Does It Take To Meet The King

What Does It Take To Meet The King
Date of Scene:	08 January 2024
Location:	Purgatory Night Club - Hellfire Club
Synopsis:	Lois reaches the final interview with Sebastian Shaw himself. Although she does not know it yet...
Cast of Characters:	Sebastian Shaw, Lois Lane

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Sebastian Shaw has posed:
    It has been a few weeks since Lois Lane, aka Laura Lockwood, has been hired onto the staff at the Hellfire Club. Her initial interview may have been a bit dodgey, but since then she has done little more than the expected work of a waitress or shot girl. Granted, the uniform she was asked to wear was a bit non-standard for anywhere else. But the Hellfire Club is its own place. She was given the choice of of white or black, but the rest of the outfit was the same - a bustier, little more than a g-string, garters and stockings, and high heels. But everyone else working there is wearing it.

    Eventually though, after several lucrative shifts - the Hellfire Club patrons ARE great tippers - the same man who interviewed her came to meet with her and ask her the same sort of questions as the initial interview. He praised her for her work, and asked her if she wants to keep going where she is. When she asked where she could onward, he told her that there were certain 'expectations' of the staff in the other parts of the club, the non-public parts, and asked if she really ready for them. Knowing that what she has seen so far is child's play compared to the reputation the place has, Lois claimed to be ready. He warned that it is expected that at the higher levels, the attendants are expected to satisfy the patron's EVERY need, leaving little room for doubt, and asked her if she that was what she wanted. Once she said yes, it was only a matter of time, he said, before she would have her opportunity.

    Tonight was that opportunity. Purgatory had been rented out for a private party, a masquerade of sorts, and Lois was told that she would have an opportunity to prove herself at the event. With little further explanation, she was ushered in, and received her first glimpse of what the legendary private parties at the Hellfire Club were like.

    After a few minutes serving drinks, one of the male attendants drifts up behind her and murmurs into her ear.

    "Special order. VIP." He nods in the direction of a booth, off in the corner, hidden behind a curtain.

Lois Lane has posed:
So thus far, it seems that after her initial audition, that the Hellfire Club is an upscale Hooters, an extremely upscale one at least. Her choice of uniform is black, having a strong contrast to her pale lithe frame, while still complimenting her long dark locks.

The nights find her waitressing, getting drinks, being cute and seductive (depending on the mood of a customer), and just trying to show these gentlemen a good time. In the back of her mind, all she can think of is the future Pulitzer once she's able to find something truly juicy that would be a smoking gun for the club's illicit activities.

Tonight would be that chance at club Purgatory. The evening finds her in what can only be described as dominatrix meets Sports Illustrated model. It takes a while to get used to the stillettos, but having practiced with hilarious results in her apartment, she proudly struts into the club with her escort at her side.

Her brows quirk at the mention of special order, and so she simply wanders on over, sashaying her hips as she walks before heading on towards the dark hidden booth behind the curtain.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
Seated at the booth behind the curtain is a well dressed gentleman. He is wearing an all black suit, complete with a black silk shirt, and upon his face is a long mask that resembles that of a plague doctor, without the grates. An extended nose ending in a hook, obscuring almost the entirety of his face, save for his startling blue eyes.

As Lois moves the curtain aside to peer inside, he nods to her, lifting one hand to beckon her within.

Lois Lane has posed:
The plague doctor seems to be a recurring theme with the various masks at the club. When the hand is lifted, she simply bows and wanders on over, making sure not to trip in those ridiculously tall heels.

"Good evening, Mister..." waiting for an introduction.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
"Black." The answer is flat, and the man waves to indicate for her to continue over, the implication being to join him on his side of the booth, instead of from across.

"And you are?" he asks, tilting his head a bit. The mask is not _quite_ the size of a plague doctor, but it is more cone than the typical hooked masquerade foole's mask one might see.

Following Lois, another attendant, this one in white, slides a tray onto the table. An amber liquid in a decanter, and two glasses. No ice.

Lois Lane has posed:
"Lockwood." she offers, giving her nom-de-skank as she offers a wide toothy grin, flashing her pearly whites at him. When he motions to take a spot next to him, she obliges, taking that offered seat and crossing her legs afterwards to get a tad bit more comfortable.

"So, how can I make your evening a bit more enjoyable, Mister Black?" she asks curiously.

Sebastian Shaw has posed:
One downside - if one could call it that - to the mask is that Mr. Black lacks peripheral vision. So when he turns his gaze to look down at her crossing her legs, it is abundantly clear where his view has gone.

"I have been told that the Hellfire Club's hosts are eminently qualified in such things," he says as he leans back, stretching his arm back along the edge of the booth, and also allowing it to rest against her shoulders.

The attendant that brought the tray looks over at Lockwood and gives her an encouraging smile, and a nod of support, before stepping back.

And just like that, the black curtain falls into place, leaving Mr. Black and Miss Lockwood in a world all unto their own...