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Post by Audrey Horne on Jan 30, 2008 19:56:04 GMT -5
*Audrey was tied to a chair. She had only recently found out her father had some stake in this establishment, after which, not knowing who she was, he had tried to . . . make use of her services. Needless to say, her mascara may have beeen running a bit.*
"You won't get away with this," *she called out, even though no one appeared to be around.*
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Post by Valmont on Feb 1, 2008 19:22:08 GMT -5
*The door opened, and Dahlia's voice came from behind it. A man's answered hers in a murmur, and then in the doorway stood Valmont, elegantly dressed and with a moue of interest shaping his lips. He shut the door behind him and strolled up to the chair.*
"Now what do we have here?" *he said.* "You must have been a very. Naughty. Girl."
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Post by Audrey Horne on Feb 1, 2008 19:41:51 GMT -5
"Oh-no-you-don't. My father owns this place and I'm not supposed to be here, and anyway, who do you think you are?"
*She tested her bonds in the chair again, scowling.*
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Post by Valmont on Feb 1, 2008 19:45:44 GMT -5
((Uh. Wait. Where are you? *looks around*))
"I didn't order anything exotic," *he mused.* "Still, if your father owns this place, that makes us practically family, doesn't it?"
*He stood with his hip cocked, his finger on his chin.*
"Now. What to do with you?"
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Post by Audrey Horne on Feb 1, 2008 19:59:06 GMT -5
((At work! I'm working the reception desk which basically means I mess around online and occasionally answer the phone. But only 4.30-6.))
*Her eyes flashed.*
((Yes. They totally just flashed. LIKE SAPPHIRES.))
"I'm not very keen on my family just now, thanks very much."
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Post by Valmont on Feb 1, 2008 20:03:46 GMT -5
((I just read that all people with blue eyes share a common ancestor. So we're related.
Also, S and I are eating at the olive place tonight, so we might not be home when you get there.))
"Tsk tsk," *Valmont tsked.* "Dahlia usually trains her girls better than this. Still..."
*He walked around behind her, bending close to inhale the fresh scent of her skin, her silken hair.*
"There are benefits to doing it oneself. Keeps on in practice."
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Post by Audrey Horne on Feb 1, 2008 20:12:44 GMT -5
((I can't figure out how to log out on this. Must be the browser? I dunno.
We're totally like cousins or something.
Okay. Are you guys interested in watching something? I want to laze around! Not like I don't already.))
"I don't need training, who's Madame Dahlia, and get away from me."
*She tried to kick him in the shin.*
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Post by Valmont on Feb 1, 2008 20:18:32 GMT -5
((It should be next to your name, top left. But I've noticed people having trouble with that before. Try this. You know what I do to cousins. And S is taking a nap, but I'm sure we could prevail upon him. TO WATCH THIS GUY IN ACTION.)) *Valmont raised an eyebrow. Now this was getting beyond playful. He wheeled around to the front, placing his arms on either side of her with his hands on the arms of the chair while dodging her limited range.* "Madam Dahlia is the good mistress of this place. And you, my dear, are its latest delicacy. Or do you mean to tell me your sob story about how you never intended to end up here? I don't care."
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Post by Audrey Horne on Feb 1, 2008 20:38:44 GMT -5
((Yeah, it doesn't even have my name up top. It's weird, because it's not like this on my comp at home. But the link works, so thanks! Oh, so now I have to protect my virtue, that's just great. ) I was hoping for DL! God your Valmont is so Eeevil! I love it!)) *She swallowed back just that. The sob, the story, and too much breath, which made her hiccough. She'd always been able to get through anything, around anyone. Just the fact that it was all suddenly very real wasn't going to stop her getting what she wanted in the best way she knew how. She scowled again, but this time emphasizing the pouting lip.* "I'm not a delicacy, you know. Wherever we are, or wherever you think we are, anyway, where I come from is far more down home. Like . . . cherry pie." *She tucked her ankles back under her chair in a prim little cross.*
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Post by Valmont on Feb 1, 2008 20:42:50 GMT -5
*Valmont tucked a silken strand of hair behind her ear.*
"You, my dear, are anything but homey. Do they all look like you, where you come from?"
*He eyed her, appraising her looks, her attitude. Her chances.*
"I'm not a compassionate man," *he said.* "But others will be far less tolerant of whatever game you think you're playing."
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Post by Audrey Horne on Feb 2, 2008 1:45:32 GMT -5
"I think I'm playing the same game you are. It's not exactly something you can bow your way out of.
"Like now. Way I see it, you've got three moves. Untie me and earn my undying gratitude. Do something you're going to regret later, because I've found out not so recently that Daddy's not a nice man. Or you can walk away."
Or Agent Cooper could come and kick him in the kneecaps, *but she was keeping the hope that Agent Cooper might save her secret and close to her heart.*
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Post by Valmont on Feb 2, 2008 11:00:58 GMT -5
((Now I want Coop to come in and kick him. That would be hot.))
*His eyes widened.*
"You're saying you're being held here against your will?" *he said with mock surprise.* "Shocking. Still, you seem like an intelligent enough girl. What sort of gratitude do you expect a man like me would find irresistible?"
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Post by Audrey Horne on Feb 5, 2008 21:51:26 GMT -5
"I'd expect a man like you could figure it out."
*She uncrossed her ankles.
She didn't think she would have to mean it, but right now, she would do anything to get untied and away from this place. She'd deal with this guy when the time came.*
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Post by Valmont on Feb 5, 2008 22:06:32 GMT -5
*Valmont crossed his arms.*
"Come now. You're tied up. In a brothel. And you expect me to believe that you're offering exactly what I came here to get in the first place?"
*He waved a finger in front of her face.*
"You'll have to do better than that."
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Post by Audrey Horne on Feb 5, 2008 22:42:10 GMT -5
"You've seen those guys out there, right? Like the one that looks like a walrus? Don't think I wouldn't pick you over my chances here in this chair?"
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