7722/Returning 'Home'

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Returning 'Home'
Date of Scene: 07 September 2021
Location: Lobby - Hellfire Club
Synopsis: No description
Cast of Characters: Satana Hellstrom, Saeko, Slade Wilson




Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"You really should come and look at the place. It's everything that is splendid about the human spirit mixed with everything that has them winding up in my clutches or the clutches of those like me."

That was how Satana invited Saeko to the Hellfire club, her natural habitat for debauchery and sin, and the source of much of her cult's recruiting.

And, naturally, quite a bit of her feeding, although she's careful to only sip given the political power and wealth at the place.

For her part, Satana is dressed in a revealing mockery of a tuxedo, baring more flesh than any tuxedo ever would. She strides into the front hall as if she owned the place, stopping once inside to let Saeko take in the ambience. "Is it not everything I said it would be?" she asks, grinning fondly as she looked over the familiar place.

Saeko has posed:
"Excess, luxury, all of these things make me think of...well, the courts a long time ago," Saeko muses as she walks, her own form dressed a little more traditionally in a figure-hugging backless dress. Her ears and tails concealed in her human guise, the Tenko had lost none of her beauty as she walked alongside the Succubus and offered a small chuckle.

"People used to be of two minds about having my kind around the halls of any sort of power. Mischief abounds I suppose."

Slade Wilson has posed:
Slade Wilson steps through the door of the lobby, turning slowly to take it all in. A sleek black suit with a grey silk tie matches his black eyepatch and grey hair. Even with the grey, though, there is something eternally youthful about the tall, muscled man. One of the workers passes by, pushing a cart with several expensive pieces of luggage on it.

"I need to let them know I'm back. Take those to my suite." His voice is deep with a pleasant growl to the edge of his words. The man adjusts his tie before he slowly crosses the lobby, heading towards the main counter to have a word with the staff. His gaze passes over Satana and Saeko as he goes, lingering on each of them in turn. He finally reaches the counter and clears his throat.

"Oh! Mr. Wilson! We haven't seen you in months. Will you be staying awhile?" The young woman seems afraid of him...but also drawn in, staring up as she types on her keyboard.

"I think I'll be here awhile," he replies. "Add me on the guest list of any upcoming Club events."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"As you can see," Satana says, indicating Slade as she passes by with Saeko, "the club caters to a wide cross-section of people. Movers and shakers of business and government rub elbows with criminals and clergy and law enforcement and mercenaries. And naturally, to those who prey on them."

She grins at the fox. "Like us."

"It's really quite the perfect little ecosystem. Everybody comes in wanting something. Most leave getting what they want. Bodily fluids are exchanged and spilled, just like cash and jewels."

She looks Saeko up and down.

"I'd be shocked if you didn't collect a few thousand offerings tonight, even without a formal ball or anything." She glances over at Slade, then lowers her voice. "Maybe with him. He looks like he'd be ... vigorous."

Slade Wilson has posed:
As soon as the paperwork is done, Slade steps back from the counter. He glances towards the elevator and considers it for a moment, before his gaze lands on the two women, again. He starts in their direction, instead.

"Good evening, ladies," he offers, glancing between them. "Club members?," he asks curiously. "Or employees?" His grey eye dips over each in turn before he focuses on their faces.

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Member," Satana says gesturing to herself, "and guest. I'm trying to persuade her to join our little cabal of bacchanalia."

Satana looks fondly at Saeko. "She has the pedigree..." Something she just said amuses her. "...and the influence." Her face levels out for that part.

Extending her hand to Slade to be kissed, she adds, "Satana Hellstrom. This is my best friend Saeko." It's pretty clear from her delivery that had there been multiple people present they'd be her 'other best friend' and so on. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you a transfer from another branch?"

Saeko has posed:
A trickster's paradise, Saeko gives a little giggle at the thought and then shrugs her shoulders at the mention of offerings. "This does not seem the crowd to advertise being a spirit of prosperity and magic..." she speaks softly before their sight seeing is joined by the arrival of Slade and Satana gives their introductions.

"A pleasure," the kitsune in disguise offers, a little bow of her head punctuating her name being given. "I am...a curious invited guest, for want of a better term."

Slade Wilson has posed:
"Business keeps me away a lot. I have a private suite here."

He takes Satana's hand and leans down to brush his lips across her knuckle gently before releasing it. He then turns to Saeko and offers a small bow of his head in return. "Well, I could see why this place would make you curiuous. "Slade Wilson, ladies."

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana's personal scent--seemingly not perfume--is a peculiar combination of musk and ... cinnamon? It's a very subtle one but very obvious once spotted, and it's almost impossible not to spot, even through the opera gloves, as Wade kisses the knuckle.

"Oh, so you're a businessman, Mr. Wilson ... Slade." Satana says, feigning disappointment. "And here I had such images as you leading groups of ..." She licks her lips. "... muscular, violent men through jungles on desperate missions in which failure is not an option."

She shrugs.

"But business is pretty cool too. Maybe not quite so ... manly." Her voice actually drops a half-octave on that last word as she vamps it up. "But it's definitely got the attraction of power and wealth. So what line of business?"

Beat.

"And please, let's not stand on ceremony. Satana."

Saeko has posed:
It was certainly different to the fresh sweetness of spring air that faintly seemed around her. Life and magic very different to Satana's own.

The play between the pair brought a little giggle, a lazy little wave of her hand and gesture to herself.

"How exciting, I am more of a trader myself, or perhaps a broker of deals."

Slade Wilson has posed:
"The violent kind," the man answers easily enough, leaving it at that for now. His movements hint at a firmly muscular physique beneath his sleek suit.

He looks to Saeko and nods to it. "A respectable job. Plenty of people need a go-between." He doesn't pry into specifics, as such a thing would be rude in a club like this. "So, Satana..." He says the name like he's enjoying the taste of it. "...You'll be sponsoring your friend here, then? For membership?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
Satana practically squeals in glee. "Oh, I knew it! You're a strong, rugged, hard type! Probably a hardened killer!" She steps away from Saeko to hold onto Slade's bicep, pressing herself whole-length against him in the process. "How many necks has this arm snapped alone?" she wonders aloud, her voice almost shivering with anticipation at the answer.

Turning to Saeko (and still pressed against Slade neck to knee), she says, "Didn't I tell you? You meet the most exciting people here!"

Then, answering Slade's question, she continues, "Yes, I am in fact going to Sponsor Saeko if she decides the club is to her interest. And my task today is to convince her that it is. Could you help me with this, please?"

Saeko has posed:
"A warrior?" Saeko questions, tilting her head to the side and raising an eyebrow. Perhaps it was telling of the company that none here were complaining or unnerved by the admission.

A light quirk of her lips at Satana's fawning, Saeko instead lifts her gaze to meet Slade's own. "Perhaps, I will see what there is to draw me in here..."

Slade Wilson has posed:
    He chuckles softly and nods to Satana as she snuggles into his side. "Well, I'd be happy to. I could use some relaxation after my last business meeting," he explains. Slade turns towards Saeko, holding her gaze with his singular eye.

"Well, what should we show her to convince her to join us, hmm?"

Satana Hellstrom has posed:
"Well the food and drink at Hellfire is without par," Satana says. Something in her expression as she talks to the pair suggests there's more to what she's saying than is at face value. "So we could start there. And then maybe one of the dance clubs."

Her eyes stray to Slade, nakedly ogling him from foot to face. "Dance is the best way humans have come up with to see if the moving parts are correctly assembled," she opines. "I can learn more about a man or woman by watching them dance than I could by weeks of observation."

Her tongue makes a quick appearance over her lips.

"Of course not all dancing is set to music, is it?" she adds with a wink. "Though singing is usually involved."

Saeko has posed:
A little shift of her stance, the fox in disguise gives a little chuckle, making to step forward and lazily drifting to stand at Slade's other side while Satana makes her little winking tease of dancing and 'dancing' alike.

"Well then," she offers, folding her hands before her and tilting her head to the side to smirk. "Well then, consider me curious enough to follow. We'll see if you're leading me astray."