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Post by Ilse on Apr 7, 2008 14:00:38 GMT -5
*Madame Dahlia pursed her lips but nodded, glancing over Valmont for a bare instant. Of course she recognized him.*
"Oui, monsieur le Vicomte. I believe she is due to back from an engagement very--ah, here she is!"
*At that moment Ilse entered the house, removing her gloves and fur stole as the portly gentleman's carriage rattled away into the dark of the street outside. The night was not so late as it could have been--he'd lost all the money he'd had with him rather quickly, but Ilse still felt weary.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 7, 2008 14:05:19 GMT -5
*Valmont's practiced eye swept over her. Yes, she was even more attractive off that windbag's arm. He bowed slightly.*
"Mademoiselle," *he murmured.* "I hope you do not mind my initiative."
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Ilse
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Post by Ilse on Apr 7, 2008 14:13:59 GMT -5
"Not at all, Monsieur le Vicomte," *she said softly. Perhaps her manner wasn't so inviting as it usually was in such circumstances, but she had a natural aloofness which never seemed to bother anyone overmuch. She slipped his card from her reticule and glanced at it.* "I only did not expect that you might pay a call upon me so soon."
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Post by Valmont on Apr 7, 2008 14:29:04 GMT -5
*Valmont shrugged, having been caught out.*
"Would you believe I was so taken I had to discover your whereabouts right away?" *he said.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 7, 2008 14:33:08 GMT -5
*She smiled, a little, at that.*
"No." *Nonetheless, she gestured for him to come with her.* "Never mind your motives, monsieur--they do not concern me."
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Post by Valmont on Apr 7, 2008 14:37:25 GMT -5
Certainly not.
*She was dark-haired, aloof and available, and that was what mattered.*
"Are you engaged for the remainder of the evening?"
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Ilse
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Post by Ilse on Apr 7, 2008 14:39:20 GMT -5
"You tell me," *she said with a smile and a shrug, a twitch of her finely-arched eyebrows clearly inviting him to follow her upstairs.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 7, 2008 14:46:29 GMT -5
*Valmont smirked and followed her, appreciating her shapely backside. Much more finely-built than some. Not that he was thinking about anyone.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 7, 2008 14:48:30 GMT -5
((THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH VALERIE'S BUTT.))
*Ilse opened the door to her finely appointed boudoir and bade him enter.*
"Will you like anything to drink, Monsieur le Vicomte?" *she asked, moving towards her dressing table to remove the jewels about her slim throat.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 7, 2008 14:52:21 GMT -5
((AGREED. Give Valmont his moment of self-delusion, won't you?))
"Certainly," *he said.* "Sherry?"
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Post by Ilse on Apr 7, 2008 16:09:13 GMT -5
"Whatever you wish." *She poured a delicate glass full and handed it to him with the barest of flourishes.* "Dry and sweet."
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Post by Valmont on Apr 7, 2008 16:16:03 GMT -5
Like me,* he thought, and took a sip. Dahlia always kept the place well-stocked. In every possible way.*
"Thank you," *he said.* "I'm glad you were able to get away. Not that it matters, but I trust you'll find my company much more... satisfying."
*He set the glass down and approached, his hands sliding down her shoulders to her upper arms.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 7, 2008 16:20:05 GMT -5
"No doubt," *she purred.* "Monsieur LeFevre had not enough left in his pocket to purchase half a minute with some tart on the docks," *she laughed lightly, her slim hands moving to untie his cravat with gentle but deft motions.*
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Post by Valmont on Apr 7, 2008 16:26:48 GMT -5
"So sad, to be unlucky at cards as in love," *Valmont murmured. He arched his neck to allow her practiced hands access. No doubt they would be equally deft elsewhere, and Valmont sorely needed the distraction.
He began on her clothing, opting tonight against telling her to undress for him. He wanted the activity.*
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Post by Ilse on Apr 7, 2008 16:28:40 GMT -5
*She mocked a pout as she let one manicured nail trace a line down his neck as she bared it.*
"Alas, perhaps my influence is not enough. Time was I used to be considered a charm against ill fortune..."
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