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Did anyone just see that?

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God, what I wouldn't do for something hot to drink...

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See something you like?

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How do I look?

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Sh-Shit... Did I fall asleep?

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state of dreaming || caterina & maxwell

Caterina was more than willing to help a fellow citizen of the island. The prospect of receiving a massage herself was only further motivation for the woman to stop by the man's room. She dressed herself relatively nicely, in light shorts and a white button down shirt. After weeks and weeks of working as an escort, it was a habit of hers to dress up for any occasion. She had a feeling she wouldn't be going to some five star restaurant, or even need to impress the man very much with her choice of attire. If she was going to give him a massage, she'd need to be comfortable herself.  She gathered her things into a purse, carefully placing the bottle of oil inside the largest pocket, and headed out the door.

It took her only a few minutes get to the Versace Hotel, but by the time she entered the premises, Caterina felt rushed. She glanced down at her watch and hoped that he wouldn't be too irritated with her to the point the woman practically ran to the elevator. Checking to make sure that the room number matched the one Maxwell had given her, Caterina knocked, waiting for the man to open the door for her. She glanced over her shoulder and leaned against the door frame, smiling when it did. "Hope you didn't wait long."

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where the heart is | caterina & parker

Caterina let her eyelids flutter shut as she felt his fingers graze her skin. She let a soft sigh pass over her lips as she tried to keep herself focused on the incredibly odd situation at hand. Granted, since arriving on the island, every experience went from odd to completely surreal. She had had her fair share of enticing ventures into a world of dark pleasures, more than enough to share with the boy if she needed to. She forced her eyes open and glanced over at the man. "I'd say not knowing and trying to get it right the first time, but I may be a bit biased, since that's what I'm trying to do now."

She twirled her hair round her index finger idly and shrugged. "Demons may be terrifying, but I've worked with them enough to not be too afraid of them. They can smell fear you know." Caterina grinned, leaning in slightly and whispering in Parker's ear. "They don't usually hurt you unless you wrong them somehow, but who knows? They are demons, after all. Have you met one before?"

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Danse Macabre // Open

Caterina let out a soft, languid sigh as she turned on Danse Macabre written by Camille Saint-Saëns. It was one of her favorite pieces, one she slaved over to choreograph before deeming it near perfect when she was thirteen years old. 

The composition was based off of a poem on an old French superstition revolving around Death playing a tune every Halloween, at midnight. He trailed through cemeteries and drew temporary life into those already dead. According to the superstition, Death summoned the skeletons and had them dancing for him until the break of dawn, when they must return to their graves again.

It was a piece that piqued her interest, and as the tempo of the music slowly became more erratic, Caterina took the time to stretch out her limbs. She stretched her arms above her head and reached for the ceiling as she spread her legs knees-length apart. Then, with one fluid motion, she rolled her torso to fully stretch out her shoulder muscles and leaned forward to stretch out the muscles in her lower back and upper thighs. From there, the brunette let the music take over, as if Death himself was controlling her every limb. Her fingertips trailed across her skin, and as the tempo picked up, so did her movements. Once flowing gestures became more rigid and violent as she twisted and turned like the skeletons she envisioned within her mind.

Her breathing grew ragged and her chest heaved, though her leaps, cambrés, and priouettes didn't cease. By the end of the composition, Caterina was so engrossed into the dancing that she hadn't even realized that she had an audience. The music ebbed away into the silence and she sunk to the ground like the skeletons that retired into their graves. She gasped when she realized someone else's presence and straightened to peer into the darkness. "Who's there?" Her heart hammered in her chest and for a split second, she thought maybe it was Death who had come for her after all these years.