~(c) tone a seductive purr. . . as I crooked my index finger towards Ruby Adler, a mischievous smirk inching across my (c)~

~(c) lips as I leaned forward to whisper in her ear, while simultaneously rising from my seat. It was time to talk business, (c)~

~(c) time to find out if Ruby Adler knew about our other. . . services offered, and if she did, how she'd acquired the knowledge -- (c)~

~(c) my own method of screening. || Follow me, Ruby Adler.

|| Beckoning Ruby Adler to follow in my footsteps was like signing my own death certificate. She asked me question after (c)~

~c) question as we descended down the steps that were statuesquely placed towards the back of the Flaxen Lounge; a short walk, (c)~

~(c) mind you, made very. . . prolonged with Ruby Adler as my company. I tossed Alvery Bellerose. a wink as we sauntered (c)~

~(c) the bar, knowing full well that she knew what my intentions with Ruby Adler were. . . and time would only tell what (c)~

~(c) Ruby Adler's intentions were with the lounge. You see, as an owner, it is my duty to be analytical, to pick up on the social (c)~

~(c) and physical cues that are never spoken. . . namely scents, and while I didn't immediately bring this up to Ruby Adler upon (c)~

~(c) meeting her — her pores seeped a pungent odor of death. It lingered in Ruby Adler's eyes, the cracks in between her somewhat (c)~

~(c) unnerved resonance. Guilt in its truest form. Fortunately for Ruby Adler, I wasn't going to expose her to the full extent (c)~

~(c) of the lounge's substructure. . . only my own domicile; off limits to every other person — save for @SuaveKnave, but I had a (c)~

~(c) funny feeling he'd somehow managed to escape the confines. . . perhaps by my design, perhaps not. A wicked smirk took (c)~

~(c) residency upon my visage as I walked down the hall leading to my office, and I was so sure that the surrounding screams (c)~

~(c) emanating from behind other closed doors completely took Ruby Adler by surprise. . . or maybe not. She had secrets, a lot (c)~

~(c) of them, and I was determined to discover what made Ruby Adler tick. . . and the first vulnerability I intended to pick at (c)~

~(c) was that infant son of hers. I unlocked the door, and ever the graceful host that I am, invited Ruby Adler to step (c)~

~(c) in first, staring her down with unwavering cool eyes. || Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. (Ruby Adler)