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Madelyne Pryor	She was not exactly dressed as one might expect for the Hellfire Club, but Madelyne Pryor had found her way inside anyway. Not to the private section, of course, but the still exclusive public section. Her face had gotten her through somehow, as she had found it had from time to time, not quite knowing exactly why. She had not really known why she had decided to stop into the Hellfire Club to begin with, she had simply been walking by and felt a tingle of curiousity. So unlike most of the bar patrons who were dressed up in their most impressive clothing, Madelyne was dressed a bit more practically. A green pleated skirt falls just above her knees, white socks run up past her knee, and a professional looking white Oxford dress shirt completes the ensemble. What is she /doing/ there? At the moment, lingering by the bar, waiting to catch the attention of the bartender to get a drink.
Selene Gallio	It seems that lounging around one's club is something that Selene is getting up to these days, and as Madelyne walks in, her eyes zero in on the woman. There's something about her....Selene studies the lady for a few moments, eyes gliding over her figure, and then, ever so lightly reaches out to telepathically probe at Madelyne. Perhaps she's looking for something, but for now the touch -- if Madelyne can feel it -- is extremely insubstantial. Selene for her part just takes a sip of her cocktail, and watches the woman, with a fair amount of interest from across the room.
Madelyne Pryor	Oh, there is something there, to be sure. A wall of psychic protection erected around what appears to be a substantial force brimming underneath. For someone like Selene, it is easy to tell that the woman has abilities. The echoes even have power. For Madelyne, the only thing she feels is something she cannot quite identify, like the hair standing up on the back of her neck. Something unnerving. Like she is being watched, but by whom? She looks around the room, a bit nervously, but then seems to settle into thing it is just that - nerves.
Selene Gallio	That is perhaps not exactly what she was expecting, but this makes her all the more interesting to Selene now. She considers, and then languidly lifts herself up from her booth and glides over to the bar where Madelyne is standing, unable to get a bartender. She snaps her fingers, and a man appears instantly, "Vodka gimlet," she says simply, before she turns to Madelyne, "And for you?" she asks, smiling just a little and giving her another looking over, "I must say, I love your outfit. Such a cute skirt."
Madelyne Pryor	The manifesting of a bartender for Selene, who similarly seems to have just appeared, takes Madelyne slightly be surprise after her failed attempts to flag down service. "Uh, the same," she says, answering quickly out of reflex to avoid having to take the time to formulate an answer. She turns to regard the woman and returns the smile, giving her a look over as well to try to return the compliment. "Thank you, but I'm not nearly as fashionable as you are."
Selene Gallio	"This old thing? No, it's nothing." Selene replies, describing her black Vera Wang dress she's just casually wearing on a Monday evening. "I like the daring look you've got going...very classic." And then, her drink arrives. First. By a fair bit before Madelyne's follows. "New here?" she asks, bending the straw over the lip of the glass and considering the redhead next to her.
Madelyne Pryor	For a moment, Madelyne's eyes pop. She knows enough about fashion to realize the value and prestige of the dress. "Well, I'm just a classic sort of girl. I guess." She is not entirely sure what type of girl she is, really, but classic seems to fit. She glances over towards the bar as Selene's drink arrives first, and seems to just let that go. "Uh, yeah, first time. Can you tell?" She glances around and sees some of the others wearing the Victorian garb of the club, before looking back to Selene. "Guess I stand out a bit. Wasn't sure I was supposed to dress that way."
Selene Gallio	Selene Gallio grins very slowly, "Well, perhaps I will help you dress appropriately for your next visit," there's something of the cat that's caught the canary in that smile. She then motions to the booth she was occupying and asks, "Care to join me for a drink?" her hand coming to a rest just inches from the small of Madelyne's back, as if waiting for permission to sweep her along to where she's holding court.
Madelyne Pryor	Something in that smile and the offer gets to Madelyne, and her cheeks start to tint towards the color of her hair. "That sounds nice," she says, a bit nervously. But also, clearly the woman has fashions at her beck and call. It is a generous offer. She picks up the drink and nods. "Sure," she says, waiting for a moment for Selene to head that way first. Seemingly fine to linger until that hand appears to guide her.
Selene Gallio	The hand comes to a rest right at the small of her back, and Selene guides Madelyne along towards the booth. "So, just decided to stop into the Hellfire Club on a whim? That seems...fortuitous. Not that I would complain, I'm surprised you haven't had a few guests approach you for your company. You're quite lovely to look at, after all..." she says, before she slides into her seat at the booth, and motions Madelyne to join her, next to her.
Madelyne Pryor	There is a certain allowance that Madelyne has as Selene rests her hand there, a shift in her posture. It is subtle, but she seems to almost automatically mold to it, allowing Selene to guide her at ease. As if the hand reassured her. "Well, yes, I was just walking about and saw the door and the sign and thought..." The end of Selene's statement registers finally and she chuckles. "Thank you, I never really quite thought of myself that way though." She does, indeed, slide into the booth as indicated, next to Selene. "I'm Madelyne," she says, extending a hand.
Selene Gallio	The hand is taken gently, and then lifted to Selene's lips for a light kiss, "Selene," she replies. Her hand has not left the small of Madelyne's back, even with her in the booth, and she leans back into the cushions, as she picks up her drink, and takes a sip of it, regarding the girl some more, "Has anyone ever told you, you look exactly like someone famous? I can't place your face right now but...I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."
Madelyne Pryor	Inhaling softly as Selene kisses her hand, Madelyne's cheeks tinge a bit more. "A pleasure to meet you," she says, watching as the woman settles into her seat. She seems content to allow that hand to linger, either not wanting to raise the point or just comfortable with it. Hard to tell, as the girl is a bundle of nerves as it is. "No, I haven't heard that, but it would explain why they let me straight in here," she says quietly, thinking. "But I don't know who that might be."
Selene Gallio	"Hmm. Me either. And that would explain it, yes." Selene replies, before she takes a long sip of her drink. She then adds, "New to the City, as well?" as she watches Madelyne's reaction to her questions, her touch, her proximity. The woman seems to be gauging Madelyne's response to her, but for now she's not overtly pushing any buttons. Perhaps she's flirting a bit but...when isn't she doing that?
Madelyne Pryor	"Uh, sort of?" replies Madelyne. She is nervous, but relaxing a bit. Maybe having had a few sips of the drink is responsible. She settles against the seat, trying to allow her body to relax. Not wanting to give away her nerves. "I was a pilot, but have been thinking of changing carees, so taking a bit of time to explore the city."
Selene Gallio	"A pilot? For how long? And, what sort of flying?" Selene asks, leaning back a little from Madelyne, as she says, "I wouldn't have taken you for one. But, I guess I can see it. And, what sort of change are you considering?" Selene is all questions as she keeps an eye on Madelyne. She finishes off her drink, and then raises a hand, and a bartender comes by to deposit a third? for her. She watches Madelyne with some interest as she works on her drink, and this time starts to suck the drink she has slowly through the little cocktail straw.
Madelyne Pryor	"Small commercial," answers Madelyne, growing more comfortable as the topic shifts to her job. "I didn't get certified for jumbos, but I could do small private planes. Was mostly doing courier stuff, some passenger flights." She watches Selene recline in her seat, and she shuffles a bit herself, a little bit of nervous energy to expend. "Something more grounded," she answers, setting down her drink that she had not realized she had finished while talking. "Maybe in technology. I hadn't quite decided. I just..." She shrugs. "I felt this was where I needed to be, for some reason."
Selene Gallio	Selene Gallio slowly recrosses her legs as she sees Madeylne looking. She smiles that Cheshire cat grin again, and then hmmms, "Technology you say? Have any ideas about what exactly? Sales? Development? Espionage?" she asks. Surely that last question wasn't entirely serious, but the mischievous gleam in her eye might betray her there.
Madelyne Pryor	Madelyne's cheeks grow a bit rosier. It must be the booze. "Oh, I don't think I'd be very good at sales. I don't have that killer instinct they always talk about." Espionage? She giggles a bit at that. "I mean, I've seen some spy movies, and that does sound a bit exciting. The distracting red hair, slips in unnoticed, confuses the computer geek with her slightly unbuttoned shirt, and sneaks out the files while they aren't looking." She has a grin now, one of amusement.
Selene Gallio	"Oh, I think you'd be perfect for the part. Exactly. A cute redhead who can just slip in and...well..use your whiles to get what you want from whomever you like." Selene says, leaning forward, and practically purring to Madelyne as she says, "Imagine all the delicious fun you could get up to as well, toying with people." Ah, that's it. That's what Selene is into.
Madelyne Pryor	There it is. Something of a glimmer in Madelyne's eyes as Selene lays out that prospect. "That does sound like fun," she says, her voice light, airy, as if she is already starting to day dream of her life as a spy. Then she turns her gaze back to meet Selene's. "Although I don't really know the first thing about how to do any of that, really."
Selene Gallio	"Oh, it's easy. Just tell them what they want to hear, and slip in a little bit of...well...you're just /so interested/ what they're working on. You'd /love/ to see it. Or the blueprints. Or gee could you get a copy of some little gadget..." Selene replies, making big, eager eyes at Madelyne. She's an expert at seduction, so she leans forward, and bites her lower lip, looking expectantly at the woman, before she grins and says, "And then, they're putty in your hands. Though, you may need to undo a couple buttons on your blouse as well..."
Madelyne Pryor	Madelyne's eyes follow Selene as she walks through how to charm a desk jockey. She considers those words quietly, nodding along. "Pretend to show interest? That's all it is?" She glances down, and as if somehow under suggestion brings her fingers up to idly play with the top button of her blouse. "Just a couple, right?" she asks, a bit of that nervousness coming back.
Selene Gallio	"Just a couple," Selene says, smiling as she gets a bit of a peek, and then she says, "I mean, if you're /really interested/ in whatever it is, you don't have to feign interest, do you? You're just interested then...but if it's boring your socks off...it helps to pretend a little bit. For their benefit at least. Nobody likes a dead fish."
Madelyne Pryor	That absent playing results in one button coming undone, and Madelyne glances down as if not quite having planned to do that. "Oh, sorry," she says, moving her hand away and placing it flat down on the table so it cannot get into any more trouble. "I could feign interest, I am sure, though. But if that were what I was looking for, it might be too obvious."
Selene Gallio	"It might. But you'd be surprised what people don't notice when they're being flattered and think they're showing off something that you desperately want to see. They'll lose their minds when they figure out you played them but...men only have enough blood to run one major organ at a time it seems." Selene replies with a wicked grin. She then leans back a little, and asks, "Would you like to join me somewhere perhaps a little quieter to continue this discussion?"
Madelyne Pryor	Nodding slowly along with Selene, Madelyne seems to be absorbing the impromptu lesson. "That makes a lot of sense," she says, thinking about it. Her hand's trip to the table was shortlived, as her fingers are now absently playing with the second button from the top. At Selene's question, she ponders but for a moment. "Yes, that might make it easier to hear." It is, indeed, rather loud in the bar.
Selene Gallio	"Come." Selene says, and she stands, and walks for the exit, as if expecting Madelyne to follow in her wake.
Madelyne Pryor	Sliding out of the booth, Madelyne nods and falls into step behind Selene. "Of course," she says quietly. Her second drink is left behind onthe table, drained.