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Edith:
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“The whole… club thing has never really been my scene, Ottilia, but…” Edith looked around, appraising. “This is… actually pretty impressive.” She looked back at the woman and smiled.
“Well, it’s wonderful to have you come by, Edith.” She smiles, pleased that her new club is impressive. It’s meant to be. All dazzling lights and silver. A place to see and be seen, and oh wasn’t the stage just the best view in Gotham City...
Burlesque dancers graced the stage, a show of nuanced proclivity for the sensual baring of one’s self that enticed and titillated the crowd. “Why don’t you have a drink, enjoy the show?”
theirvoices:
“You’re welcome, Miss Cobblepot.” Leslie gave her a small smile. She still felt odd saying you’re welcome instead of no problem, but she’d heard that was pretty common with this generation. Still, she assumed a proper lady like her new boss wouldn’t take kindly to the casual response.
Still, she squirmed a bit under the scrutiny, not used to having anyone look to closely at her- particularly not a women like her. She blinked at the words. “You’re… wait, what?” She looked between the two as they spoke, seemingly ignoring her for the moment.
“Wait, are we- I mean… I don’t need-” She stopped, because the woman made a point. A mess of a girl like her would stand out awkwardly beside a lady like Miss Cobblepot. Still, it felt a bit like putting a tutu on a bear. “I, uh… my favorite color is green, or- um… maybe red? But I’m not picky.”
She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, biting at her bottom lip as she looked at seamstress like she might come after her at any moment. “R-really though, I can stop by and get some nicer clothes at a store, Miss. You don’t have to go to all this trouble.”
“Green... of course. That would compliment you nicely.” Waving her seamstress off with orders, Otillia adjusts herself more comfortably on the chaise. “It’s no trouble, I insist.”
What she’s really promising is more along the lines of I demand. No personal assistant of hers will be wearing off the rack clothes. She’s worked too hard for this image for it to be ruined. Besides, even if Leslie didn’t work out, at least she would have a tailored suit to her liking.
“You and I should go to the spa.” Another simple statement, but she’s looking at Leslie with a sharp kind of intensity. Everything about Ottillia oozes glamour, and she won’t stand for anything less after having been at the heel of Fish Mooney for so long. Now she plays the cards, calls the shots, makes her demands.
Leslie is her sweet innocent lamb to this so far.
Welcome to my world, my dear.
imthebutler:
Alfred smiled warmly at her, pretending not to notice the young woman glaring daggers at Ottilia. His hand remained on her back, sliding slowly up against the fabric of her dress to land between her shoulder blades.
“I’ve missed you too. I hope you weren’t too lonely without me..” he tilted his head to press a soft but lingering kiss against her cheek. Truth was, he hated the thought of her with anybody else but it had never been his place to ask for anything more. He’d never wanted her waiting for a man who may never return to her.
“I suppose I shouldn’t keep you any longer.. I’m sure you’re quite busy keeping this place in order.”
“Oh, I just whip them all into shape darling... don’t you worry.” Her hand comes up to cup his cheek, tilting her head up for a proper kiss this time. Letting it linger, a promise of an old flame ignited.
After she draws back, eyes opening slowly, she smiles at him. “Until dinner... I look forward to it.”
Punctual as usual, she’s waiting for him to arrive for dinner. Having taken special care on her appearance, she sits poised, a single martini rolling between her fingers.
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imthebutler:
“Eight it is, love.” Alfred flashed a grin, not minding at all when the beautiful woman’s hands found his arm. He’d missed her. He’d never been more of a one woman man type. (Or the occasional man depending on his mood.) But Otillia had gotten deeply under his skin. He followed her gaze to the young waitress, a small crossing his lips. His hand moved to the small of Ottilia’s back, pulling her just a little bit closer. “I’ll make reservations. Do you still prefer the little Italian place on 5th street?”
“I do...” She smiles smugly, attention darting over to the waitress again, whose expression was now sour. A handsome older man like Alfred stepping into a place like this and of course there would be some heads that turned.
There was always an air about him. Part gentleman with a little roughness under the shine. A part that she liked coaxing out of him from time to time. “I look forward to this, I have missed you dearly.”
theirvoices:
The door opened, and Leslie gave the clerk a small smile as she stepped inside. She didn’t have to look around for half a second before her eyes landed on her new boss. Leslie smiled as she was waved over, walking quickly to her side.
“Oh, um… hi, I’m Leslie,” she went to offer her hand, before remembering the coffee she held. “Oh, uh… h-here,” she held it out to her boss, uncertain about the way Elizabeth was looking at her. “Two sugars, one cream. Had t’ practically fight a guy to get it done right but-”she breathed a laugh. “Only the best, right?” She smiled at her.
Feeling eyes on her once more, she glanced at Elizabeth before leaning a touch closer to her boss. “Is, uh… there a reason she keeps looking at me like that?” He touched her face, wondering if she’d managed to fuck up the tiny bit of makeup she’d bothered with.
Taking the coffee, Ottillia smiles and gestures for her to sit. “Thank you, Leslie. How thoughtful of you to remember.” The drink of course is perfect and she has no complaints.... yet.
Setting it aside, she studies the young woman, trying to decide what would be most flattering to her new assistant. “I’m thinking pant suits. Nice, crisp, clean cut.” Of course, she’s not nessecarily answering Leslie’s question, but instead giving an order to Elizabeth. The tailor nods, jotting the notes down and offers up a suggestion.
“In black, Ms. Cobblepot?”
“Of course in black, she can’t outshine me. But I won’t have a under dressed assistant. Leslie, what do you think? Black, grey? I imagine a nice blue would be acceptable too.”
lawless-ladies:
“I’m plenty old enough,” Mousey groused, not bothering to put down her rum and coke and watching Raven mix a gaggle of henchgirls some drinks at the bar. “And I’ve already been carded three times. What, you want a fourth time?”
“Just checking darling... I hope you understand that I run my club with the highest respect for the law.” An outright lie, but there’s a off duty cop that she recognizes, sitting at the corner and so she makes a show of shooing said occupant of the seat away to free up a seat next to the woman. “Are you finding everything to your liking?”
notpoisonoakie:
“Getting drunk isn’t my kind of fun, little dove.” Gently, she booped the woman’s nose before taking another drink. “Besides.. this stuff won’t do the trick.”
“But we’re celebrating!” The giddiness of having her own club was intoxicating enough to herself, in addition to the delightful bubbly of champagne she had chosen for the evening. “What would you have me do... garden?” Ottillia is teasing of course, but she’s never been one to get down and dirty unless she simply must.
OPEN Starter - Riddlers/Edward Nygmas
“Edward… how nice of you to join me this evening.”
The club is near closed, her staff cleaning tables and putting chairs up for the night. But Ottilia remains at her booth, the purple velvet soft to the touch under her as she lounges back against it with her martini in hand. “What can I do for you?”
rivals to lovers starters
as requested. feel free to change pronouns or anything else !
“I’m going to kis–kick your ass!”
“You can’t sleep with him/her/them! You’ll get your heart broken–and then I’ll automatically win, and that’s no fun.”
“I’m considering letting you win…”
“If you lose, you have to do anything I want.”
“Stop squirming! You can’t beat me if you have a cut like that.”
“I’d do anything to……win.”
“How did you trip over thin air, dumbass?! Be quiet, I’ll carry you somewhere.”
“I challenge you to a duel! With my tongue/mouth.”
“I bet I can kiss better than you can!”
“Wow, you’re really dumb…PFFT…bet you won’t take off your shirt…chicken.”
“I can’t believe I have to share a room with you before our competition.”
“Try to beat MY handholding skills.”
“Contest: whoever comes up with the most ways to say ‘I love you’ wins.”
“Ha! You’re definitely the fastest.”
“Scared, ___?”
“I was joking…why would you actually try to jump over that fence?”
“Don’t do anything stupid!”
“FINE. If you win, I’ll go out/sleep/make out with you.”
“You have about as much of a chance at winning as you do of getting a kiss from me.”
“I don’t want to lose to anyone else but you!”
“STRIPPING CONTEST.”
“If you get it right, I’ll let you take a break.”
“Are you too scared to skinny dip?!”
“Think you can handle my thoughtful love notes?! You’re in for a shocker.”
“I’ve always spent so much time practicing/studying/exercising/etc. that I’ve never had a real boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other before.”
“For a newbie, you’re kinda cute.”
“Hey, stop with the puppy eyes! I won fair and square.”
“No, YOU’RE the cutest.”
“Time for a staring contest! I’m totally the king/queen/ruler of them.”
“Can we end practice? It’s really hot in here.”
“Oh you wanna trash talk huh? Well-uh–your lips–a-are really soft-looking–”
“If I win, you get to be my prize.”
Ottilla and her flock...
Dita wearing chiffon opera gloves.
Dita von Teese
|| Welcome to the Lounge
“Are you quite sure you’re old enough to be in here?” Ottilia murmured, looking the patron up and down with interest. The club is near full, and normally she wouldn’t comment on a patrons possible age, but there had been something about theml that caught her eye.