( ` there is an element about this city that she craves, persistent nightlight of New York City providing fast-paced images only someone like her would truly appreciate, as active in body as she is in mind; thinly veiled stars hide under the pollution gray against the nightsky, pales in comparison to the unnatural lights filtering in through her hotel room windows. casting an ambiance against stark walls and washing her form in a glowing hue, the sight is nearly religious. she is an angelic figure plucked straight from the heavens, blue eyes almost transparent in photographs, and spiraling dirty curls that appeared as if they were fighting against gravitys hold. the bone coloured trenchcoat the lawyer wears engulfs her thin frame, a signature hue one often can find in the expanse of her ever growing designer wardrobe; paired so well with monotone grays, elusive blues, and peaches so pale it brings out the natural blush to her cheeks.
` she spent an hour cleaning the room, only because she planned to do business here; but otherwise it would have looked like she desired it to, like a storm had left its rampant regrets behind in clothing piling on the floors and tables. the way she keeps her living space often deleting the illusion that she is anything other than a put-together perfectionist, she craves chaos in the worst ways plausible. meticulous in her demeanor and the way she carries herself, but a whirlwind behind the doors. too busy to be bothered with cleaning, with washing dishes, she often has half-moon lipstick marked glass left astray from bedroom to kitchen in her apartment back in Washington DC. unfinished cigarettes left in crystal trays. one of the reasons she decided as soon as she get back home, she would hire a maid to wipe away her imperfections. cleaning messes was what she did in her professional life, she had hands in blood and brains, not food encrusted plates left forgotten in the dishwasher --
` the room itself smells like a bottle of freshly popped red wine, paired with sweet scents from her perfume, and the strawberry cake she dined on mere minutes ago -- she labeled her food tastes as superior, but in reality it was nothing more than overly costly sweets and the finest meats available in whatever city she decides to lay her head. a prided carnivore in a society nowadays boasting moralities of its new-aged vegans. she brings the delicate glass to her lips, taste a swing and makes a face at the sharp flavour bathing itself on her pallid, she preferred champagne over this aged liquid.
` she sits the glass down onto the dresser, avoiding touching the wood completely, but she had already seen a history of lives that came through this place. unwanted scenes and memories she will now carry with her forever -- locked in a cage that knew too much about everyone around her; but it was merely one of the few negatives about her gifts. with a flick of her hand, the door to the bathroom closes up, and hides the mess she had no intention to remove.
` somewhere in a safehouse in this town her newest client waits hidden behind barbed windows and reinforced walls, Republican, newly enstated Senator with a hit over his head for going against names in a political system he should have stayed far away from - Liliya, VOID, she lost interest in their tactics long ago; messy world with messier men staking claim over lives as if it was a mere poker game. she had no doubt that if any of those organizations wanted to, they could easily slipped passed the most obscene security measures to get to the balding man. she hired Danny Wang to help her protect him, knowing little about the genderless face, but what miniscule amount was provided in the half-empty databases.
` she opens up the door in one fluent gesture, cerulean hued eyes flickering over features that ride the cusp of masculine and feminine, gesturing towards the inside to clear the hallway. ) come in, please. and make yourself comfortable.
