@nvmbcrtwo asked for a starter!
Caitriona Mackenna was used to her fair share of characters. She happened to be one herself. And with the company that filtered in through the white walled gallery she called her day job, it was no different.
The rich hardly ever realized just how funny they could be. How much of a caricature of a person they could become. She spent her days studying them, keeping their mannerisms and way of speaking tucked safely into the back of her mind for when she could use them. Mostly for her own sort of fun.
But whoever this was was certainly no type of rich folk.
She heard her visitor before she saw him. The inside of his mind made an odd sort of sound. It had her pulling down the glasses she didn’t really need down her nose as she watched him come into view in the glass doorway. She took in his clothes, the way he carried himself. She really wanted to laugh.
What man wears a harness, just out there like that? she asked, waiting for her brother to reply. His words didn’t disappoint.
Someone who’s really advocating for mainstream BDSM.
She couldn’t help the amused wrinkle of her nose as the door was opened, making her way around the front desk as she straightened out her skirt. “Can I help you?” she asked.
It was the sweetest voice she could have mustered. Hopefully it was enough to cover up the mirth that so wanted to bubble out of her.