Lorenzo didn’t get to Desire’s as often as he would like. Granted he was rather busy with his business, and had been out of Covaire more often than not lately because of it. But it was always good to come back home to Covaire, to come back to Ana. But tonight after taking care of some small business matters he had decided on a night out. Desire’s always had good drinks, and the opportunity to admire the beautiful dancers the city had to offer.
The pretty blonde who had last been on the stage had certainly caught his eye, in fact his gaze hadn’t left her the entire time she had danced. For such angelic features, the girls dancing suggested anything but innocence. When the song had ended and she had gone back behind stage, he hadn’t bothered to wait around.
It took no time at all to move through the people watching the newest dancer, finding the door that led to the changing rooms rather easily. He didn’t bother to knock, opening the door without hesitation and pleased to find said dancer behind. He should have apologized for disturbing her, but instead his eyes roved over her, drinking her in before amber eyes lifted back to her face. “I just came to compliment you on the dance. You certainly had every eye in the crowd.”
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Just as her heart had regained a normal beat, it immediately started to jump again when she'd realized who stood in the door frame. Tall, dark and handsome — it was him. He was here. Gulianna couldn't hide her excitement and a sheepish smile formed on her lips. "Thank you, Sir."
Contrary to how she behaved on stage, a sense of shyness came over her now. There was a part of her that always sought attention and validation; being a dancer allowed her to have all that. As soon as she'd receive it in a more intimate manner however, she sometimes didn't know what to do with herself. She wasn't used to being noticed, but she wanted to be.
Gulianna walked towards the door, continuing to unbotten the front of her top.
"So you came all the way here just to praise me?" There was a glint of mischief in her green eyes as she tilted her head slightly and looked at him up close. Ooo. He smelled delicious. "An honest man like you should watch out for a woman like me, then."
Another night, another indulgence. Erebus was no stranger to Club Desires. He had sat as he did on most nights: in a private booth with a few select companions, wiling away the night with more than a little blood and flesh - and a splash of alcohol to sweeten the treat. There was nothing quite like immersing oneself in the midst of throbbing music and heady scents. He was a stoic creature, cold despite his burning flesh. But this place could ignite his desires quite unlike anywhere else in the city. He would leave here hungry for more, and would likely head towards the Chateau, where he could express his more unforgiving urges. But not yet.
Currently, he stepped through the backrooms, intending to find Vivienne. Opening the door to the changing rooms, his eyes fell instead on a different blonde - a dancer, in the midst of removing layers, flushed pleasantly by the heat of exertion. The interruption didn’t bother him. His look had a weighty leverage, roaming her figure as though it were his right to absorb her. He certainly didn’t apologise.
“I am looking for Vivienne,” he replied, a frank answer to a straightforward question. “Someone told me she was here. Clearly, that was incorrect.”
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Oh. Gulianna stopped in her tracks, leaving her in a position with a leg propped up on a chair; she had been in the process of carefully removing her stockings when their eyes met. Those eyes. Those eyes were dangerous, and not because this man was undeniably beautiful — it was the way he was appraising her. There was a lens to his gaze that reminded her of her first few months in Covaire. It was a time when masters and mistresses still roamed the grounds of the city. The only ones she'd ever known expected worship above all and anyone of a lesser status was often willing to give it. It was what immortals demanded of them: their obedience, their subservience.
"Madam Keller...," she acknowledged, "was here, but it seems that she had some urgent business to attend to."
Gules didn't hide that he was piquing her interest. She continued to study him as she resumed what she'd started. She pushed her fingers underneath the baby blue, sheer fabric of her stocking.
"She said that she'll return, though. You're welcome to stay here and wait." She'd be damned if Vivienne were to find out that she'd turned away a friend of hers knowing he was looking for her.
Desire’s had been jumping that evening. So much so that they’d called him in an hour early. He was working the perimeter of the floor that evening making sure that all the patrons followed the rules and that the girls were alright. Between this and the Rusty Nail it was his two favorite bouncing jobs and if he could have afforded it he would have made it his full time job. Better than being an escort in his mind. He’d never been much of a salesman. And having to sell himself made it that much worse. But he did alright. He knew the staff and the staff knew him.
Popping into the dressing room right after a group of girls had walked out he caught sight of Gules and replied to the question. “Just me. Making sure no drunk idiot walked back here to try for an autograph or a free show. You done for the night?”
...
A sense of relief bloomed in her chest as she realized that it was one of the bouncers who stood in the door frame. During nights like these, their help was truly appreciated by surely every staff member in the club. Although Desires was a luxurious establishment, it was not a safe haven. Predators of all kinds frequented its floors, so it took an equal kind of predator to guard them. She was never not respectful towards the bouncers for that reason alone.
She gave Elijah a nod and an amicable, small smile. "Yeah, I'll be out in a bit after—"
"HEY!"
Her next words were cut off by a distant yell. Gules's head peeked into the hallway to see where it came from. The group of girls that had exited the changing room previously hurried past an unfamiliar man. The yell was aimed at them for ignoring his drunken mumbling. "Fuckin' whores, pretending to be nice..." The drunk patron shook his head and continued to trod forward towards Elijah and Gulianna.
When he acknowledged the pair, he kept walking until he was mere steps away from them. He pointed in the direction he came from, swaying from one foot to the other. "Someone drag one of those bitches back here, I'm not done yet."
The elysian texts his little bother furiously, explaining how the dancer hadn’t been there, and getting annoyed with said brother telling him to keep looking because it’s sure she’s around. The client sighs as he makes it clear to his brother that he should simply visit instead of sending him to everyone for him.
And this is precisely why he opens the wrong door by mistake. “Oh! I am so sorry!” He says as he turns away, feeling awful. “But while you ask, is Camille working tonight?” He asks over his shoulder without looking. If she isn’t, he’s going to fly to China and murder his brother with his own hands.
Upon his quick apology, Gules and some of the other girls inside giggled, one going as far as peeking her head around the corner and calling him cute.
She leaned against the door frame, amused. "Camille?" She looked over her shoulder and shouted into the room, "Is Camille working tonight?"
That's how they learned that Camille had just been booked for a private session along with another girl. They'd be entertaining four VIP guests for the time being.
"There you have it," Gules told him as she continued to fumble with her top. "Can we relay anything to her for you?"
Desires was always a hub for activity. People from all over the city could be found there most of the nights. It was kind of magical in West’s opinion, even if he hardly went there. He was there tonight on business rather than pleasure. Viv had asked him to take pictures of the dancers and the club for marketing. He wasn’t going to turn down that offer, especially since it came with a decent pay and exposure.
West was able to get some good pictures, dynamic and also experimental with the lights. He was pretty proud of himself. There was a moment where things were a little slow, so he decided to take a break. Ducking into one of the rooms, hoping to find a place to sit, he accidentally stumbled in on someone changing.
“Oh shit, my bad. I was looking for a place to sit, didn’t mean to walk in on you”.
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"Oh!" Gules noted excitedly when she recognized him. "You uh," she snapped her fingers as she tried to remember while fishing for a shirt in her personal locker, "you've been taking photos around Desires all night, right?"
She was hardly phased that he'd walked in on her and she hadn't stopped changing into a more comfortable set of clothes; this was her workplace, this was Covaire. A year in the Chateau and years on stage in this club had taught her to be more comfortable with having eyes on her.
"Madam Keller told us to look our best tonight." She motioned towards a plush sofa across from a row of mirrors. Makeup and accessories lined the tables in front of them. "Please sit, you're in luck. Most of the girls are out there and probably won't come back for a while." Her eyes took on a glint of excitement when she pointed at his camera. "Can I see mine? A small, tiny sneak peek?"
The chthonic is searching for someone, and it’s not that he doesn’t know where they are, but that he’s simply pretending not to know. That way, if he grows bored, he can just play the card of this being too complicated———as if he ever felt the need to explain himself in the first place. This also gives him a reason to truly see all the rooms in the club; always feeling better when he knows a place inside-out.
And so, when he opens the door, he faints innocence, and with a face and voice like his, it’s hard to ever think he could be lying. “I was, but I think they tricked me to come here. I’m sorry for intruding your privacy.” He speaks calmly, sound apologetic. “Would you let me offer you a drink, or anything for the inconvenient?” He actually means it. Always such a gentleman even through his thirst for blood and murder.
Gulianna stopped her ministrations on her dress and studied her new company intently. He seemed polite and well-behaved, considering the words that spilled out of his shapely lips. Her eyes raked over him from head to toe as she listened. He had gaunt, handsome features, was impeccably dressed and sported tattoos on nearly every inch of his skin across different parts of his body that, for the most part, were hidden underneath his clothes. Living in Covaire for roughly six years has made her a highly observant and wary creature; so much that she entertained the thought that this man was either a simple ink connoisseur or that his tattoos were testaments to stories she was wise not to unravel.
Gules offered him a careful, inviting smile. "You better get back at your friends for this one. I've seen people get kicked out of the Club for less. All it takes is walking in on the wrong people." Her words trailed off as she sized him up again. He looked like a delectable poster child for bad boy. She turned around and pushed her hair over her shoulder. "I like your offer." She did. "Maybe you can help me unzip this first?"
It had been a busy night at Desires, and the citizens of Covaire had come out in droves to see the dancers tonight. She felt like she’d hardly had time to catch a breath, and yet she was on cloud nine. There was a smile on her lips as she excused herself from one of the private rooms and headed back towards the changing rooms. She smiled and interacted with those she came into contact with, promising them she'd be out to join them in a moment.
She stepped into the changing room with a sigh of relief, shutting the door behind her as she heard a familiar voice. “Not lost gorgeous, just in dire need of a touch up.” She winked at Gules as she made her way over to her own spot and sat down in front of the mirror. Looking at herself she clucked in disappointment, making quick work of fixing the smeared lipstick and touching up her makeup.
She glanced over at the other dancer, noting the money in her hands and grinning."Seems like you're having just as successful a night as I am then?" Her attention was on her own image in the mirror again, running her fingers back through her hair and trying to fix the mess of curls.
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As soon as she realized who'd entered through the door, her hands stilled and she hummed in acknowledgement. Her eyes raked over Alexandra's body and drank in her every curve, every soft dip and rise. She admired the way she moved and adored the way she talked; the type that was inviting and sexy. Ruby wasn't one of Desires' top entertainers for no reason. She was absolutely captivating.
Gulianna couldn't help but laugh a bit then as she briefly looked down at herself; they were such opposites, in a good way. Where Ruby was known for being a coveted vixen with those luscious dark locks and jeweled siren eyes, Gules was desired for exuding the fantasy of an innocent and shy little fairy. It was for this precise reason that Vivienne forbade her to wear darker colors for both her costumes and makeup; she'd recognized the desire of looking at something untainted and wanting to unravel it, to spoil it and to ruin it until it was pure no more.
Gulianna put down the wad of cash in her hand and put it in her purse so she could continue to untie her outfit. It was a baby pink, one-piece corset.
"Looking at you, I'd bet that you've been far more successful than I was." She smirked at that and approached Alexandra, turning around so her back was facing her. "Would you mind helping me with this? It's gotten too tangled." After a pause and raising her blonde curls to give Alex better access, she inquired playfully, "Were they hot?"
And there is a hole in me / that I can’t describe / like looking in the mirror and seeing the girl you were before it happened / wondering how you go back / to before, to before.
GENERAL
FULL NAME: Gulianna Renata
AGE/DOB: 26
HEIGHT: 5 ft 7 in / 170 cm
WEIGHT: 121 lb / 55 kg
ETHNICITY: White, British English
GENDER: Female
HAIR: Strawberry blonde, comes in bouncy waves, goes past her shoulders.
EYES: Hazel green
SCARS: Surprisingly only one. A small but deep scar above her right hip that she’d received during her years as a slave. She always keeps it hidden underneath clothes and is very aware of it always.
TATTOOS: -
PIERCINGS: One on her left ear, two on her right ear.
LANGUAGES: English, Irish, German; speaks in a faint British accent that has faded over the years she’s spent in Covaire.
EDUCATION: Graduated from high school, almost completed a degree in teaching.
OCCUPATION: Exotic dancer at Desires
SEXUAL IDENTIFICATION: Bicurious
ROMANTIC IDENTIFICATION: Biromantic
TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic/Sanguine
MYERS BRIGGS TYPE: INFP
MORAL ALIGNMENT: Neutral
SPECIFICS
FAVORITE FOOD: Adores nearly anything, though definitely has a sweet tooth. Loves maccarons & strawberry shortcake. Hates raisins.
FAVORITE DRINK: Tea; spearmint tea, anything peachy or with mango.
FAVORITE BRAND: Anything created by Senna Clarke, especially her cosmetics.
FAVORITE PLACE: Parks & beaches of Covaire
FAVORITE HOBBY: Reading/accumulating knowledge, photography
FAVORITE ARTIST: Not particularly interested enough in art to name one.
FAVORITE MUSICIAN: Too many, no one in particular.
FAVORITE TV SHOW: Bridgerton, the drama makes her feel alive.
FAVORITE MOVIE: Legally Blonde
FAVORITE BOOK: All About Love by Bell Hooks
FAVORITE SCENT: Freshly baked pound cake
FAVORITE COLOUR: Sunset colors
FAVORITE TEXTURE: Fluffy softness
FAVORITE PERSON: Whoever is responsible for the best set of cookies at Piece of Cake every Thursday.
RANDOM
LIST FIVE THINGS THEY LIKE: Exercise, attention, good hair days, fun conversation partners, gossip.
LIST FIVE THINGS THEY DISLIKE: Walking “home” alone at night after work, not walking alone “home” at night, messy rooms, strong cologne, EDM, bugs.
PET PEEVE: Poor hygiene, mouth breathers, the sound of cutlery moving on plates.
PERSONALITY TYPES THEY PREFER: Attentive, confident, eloquent, funny, enigmatic.
PERSONALITY TYPES THEY AVOID: Loud, lack of emotional intelligence, arrogant.
ACHILLES HEEL: Daddy issues
LIST THREE THINGS THEY LIKE ABOUT THEMSELVES: Her femininity; she’s very much so a girly girl, the fact that she’s somehow still sane & survived thus far; aka her own resilience, her flexibility.
LIST THREE THINGS THEY DISLIKE ABOUT THEMSELVES: Her self-awareness; she’s swimming in a constant flow of seeking attention, approval and love which makes her ultimately very unhappy, her unruly curls, how good of a liar she’s become.
FASHION STYLE: Mostly cottage core, usually bright or dusty light colors, you’ll never catch her in black.
LIST TWO SEX POSITIONS THEY PREFER: Missionary in any way, cow girl in any way.
LIST TWO SEX POSITIONS THEY AVOID: Anything against a wall; hasn’t had an enjoyable experience with it yet, 69; same reason as the previous one.
Location: Desires
Time: Nighttime
With: Open to anyone!
Money, money, money. She was counting her tips after just having finished her last dance while chatting with another dancer in the changing room. Tonight had been a good night for Gules, peaceful, really. No demons that threatened to collapse reality, no odd easter eggs that transformed citizens into children, no doppelgänger that was out to kill her. Just a lot of cash and a crowd of mostly drunk werewolves, thirsty vampires and any other type of creature that enjoyed the thrill of a nice lap dance.
Her cheeks were still flushed, her fingers stilling when she recalled a patron that had caught her attention throughout the night. Now that she’d come down from her high that she experienced whenever she was working, she felt bashful for but a moment. The eye contact had been intense. She’d liked it.
When the door opened for a fourth time within a span of five minutes, she was in the middle of changing, assuming it was another drunk patron who had lost their way. Desires was packed tonight. “Looking for someone? Or lost?”
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