katherine.
Truthfully, Katarinaâs never understood the supposed allure of gambling halls. They were too crowded, too unpredictable, and in her opinion, the risks along with the likelihood of losing would always outweigh the possibility of reward. Not entirely against gambling, however, the woman merely much better enjoys more intimate crowds she knows. A place like The Dark Lady is nothing of the sort. âIt might be,â Kat responds coyly. âUnless I have a reason to return.â That reason might be the woman beside her, or Shunin himself across the way. She sees Omiâs eyes make the same path her own had and stifles a smirk. Surely, itâll be disappointing to walk away from such alluring company. And it certainly is harmless, playing that is. âItâs the resting bitch face that usually warns people away,â She shrugs. But for Omi, she smiles.
Fairy tales tend to follow the scheme of a prince (or knight) saving a damsel in distress (whether it be a princess or maiden). Many girls dream of being said damsel at least once in their life, starry-eyed and wishing for love at first sight. But then girls just like Katarina tend to favour the idea of storming castles or slaying dragons herself. And what Omi says suits her just fine: âIs this your way of saying you want to get out of here for the night?â Raising her glass, Kat toasts the woman before her before taking a sip, eyes gleaming with amusement. âI do have a white car, but⊠I think Iâd rather some conversation first. Or another drink.â Then she turns her head towards the roulette tables. âMaybe you could be my lucky charm at the roulette wheel?â
âYou will never go without purpose in my presence,â Omi assures her new companion with a hazy expression; eyes half-lidded and all-consuming. âBut in that regard, I'd rather show you than tell you.â Sure, Omiâs saccharine musings were often just as effective, but when paired with action? It made all the difference. It was only fair that the beautiful stranger bears witness to both.Â
With the majority of the Ladyâs patrons being in pursuit of a common goal, that state of mind when the peak point of pleasure is achieved, it was only natural that they wound up in Omiâs orbit. Their profound understanding of human beings was how they became a master of illusions, fashioning personal little heavens for each person that sought them out. Rarely would they go even five minutes without capturing the attention of someone, even when they were in conversation with another. Undivided attention was key to their carefully constructed personal heavens, but there was a sense of authenticity in their attentions paid toward Katarina. One that was not out of duty or obligation to their work. Purely out of Omiâs selfish pursuit of their own fancies. âA resting bitch face wouldn't be very effective in warning me off,â Omi assures her with a thoughtful smile. In fact, that would only increase the likelihood of capturing their attention.
âIâll go wherever the night leads us. Whether that be the roulette table or Paris,â Omi tells Katarina with an assured wink, rising to their feet and extending out a hand for Katarinaâs arm. âLead the way, darling. I wasnât sure if you had a preferred table.â
















