☾ ᵖʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᵖʳᶦᶰᶜᵉˢˢ ☽

“Rose? Huh,” He sat on the name for a moment, digesting it’s overall meaning and how it might apply to her. Tarot card readings were a guilty pleasure of Dom’s. It wasn’t until he met his third ever client that he ever really understood what they were. She read his tarot card which, at the time, had been Justice. She told him he was running from his guilt and that he was living in denial about something. He didn’t want to admit it but she was right and he never told her how so. “I knew a girl once,” – He refused to tell her it was another client for whatever reason – “And she could read tarots. She was very good at it actually. If i do recall it correctly, the rose symbolizes balance and new beginnings.” But had someone given Delilah a real reading, she’d probably get the Devil, as it symbolized addiction, something Delilah was all too familiar with. Hence, their personal connection. He sated her addictions, which he supposed made him an enabler. 

Taking her hand, Dom eventually led her out of the lounge and away from Indulgence where they usually spent their time. He needed to get away from the club for his own reasons, and he wasn’t sure he was comfortable sharing them. So Delilah agreeing to entertain him was beneficial to him as well. “I thought I’d take you somewhere different. You deserve that, no?” A smile spread across his face as he twirled her around on the streets and led her toward the train. He sprung for the tickets because this little excursion of theirs was his idea and it seemed fair enough. Then, after they were seated, Dom gave her a gentle pat on the thigh, “If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it? And I’m kind of looking forward to that reaction. However, if you want to take a guess, by all means…” he proceeded to pause, motioning with his hands for her to be his guest prior to him slinging an arm behind her along the back of their seat. Across from them was a stranger, an elderly woman with her grandchild. For the briefest of seconds, Dom wondered if he’d ever have kids of his own. At the rate he was going? It wasn’t likely. “What do you think of that?” Dom motioned to the child who couldn’t be more than five years old, “You ever want one of those? We don’t ever talk about it, you know… our lives and what not, outside of what we do together. And I doubt you want to be a gold member forever.”

lilah gave him a nod once. "yeah--my mom loves flowers so my sisters and i all have flower names for middle names," added the brunette with a quiet laugh. they were often teased about it, but her mother adored the names anyway and she can't say she hated it either. just like a rose, she was also covered in thorns if you got too close and see what's underneath all that beautiful flower. however, she can't say that she ever had a tarot reading--her parents didn't believe in that kind of thing. they always believed that you make your own destiny while delilah doesn't really know what to believe in. so, when he mentioned that, her eyes sparked with interest, "yeah? new beginnings would be great." to eradicate this addiction of hers would also be the best.

“It’s not that I didn’t like it… it was just kind of nerve wracking for me.  Maybe the idea of someone paying… I don’t know.  I’m more of an emotional connection person.”  While Emmy could sometimes put on a strong front and pretend she didn’t need anyone or anything, she was a hopeless romantic on the inside.  “Thank you!”  It was always her favorite kind of compliment.  One about her voice or performing.  “Aah.  Well… we should hang out if you’re back around.”

Perhaps, Dom should have warned her ahead of time that this “place” they were going to didn’t actually belong to him, technically speaking. It belonged to a client of his, a married woman who often snuck him in and out of her home whenever her husband was away on business. She always encouraged Dom to make himself comfortable and while she probably meant with her, he was taking her up on that offer in a different way. This place, it was in the Hamptons, just outside of the city. They could take a train there and arrive in time to watch the sun set over the ocean. If they were lucky, they’d get to do it naked after finding a comfortable spot in the sand to fuck and get drunk. Dom was a bit of a thrill seeker and so he couldn’t resist the ruse he’d undoubtedly put them up to or the possible breaking and entering they’d have to do. He just hoped Delilah wouldn’t chicken out when she eventually learned the truth. Although, how could she? He’d supply her with booze, sex, the ocean, and a beautiful, bright sunset. Some would say that’s pretty romantic. Especially for someone like Dom who wasn’t much of a romantic to begin with. “I can handle a little trouble if you can, so no need to worry about that.” With a flirtatious smirk, Dom stood up from his chair next to her and turned out his hand. “We should get going though if we want to make it there in time. This place of mine, it requires a half hour train ride. You good with that?”

She didn’t provide an answer to Santiago but he didn’t need one. If Delilah didn’t fear him there was only one other explanation. It was her thoughts. The things that came to mind when her eyes fell on his body and even when he touched her. She had already admitted to as much but she was still lax in her sharing of those thoughts. “They’ll stay between us. I’m not offended by inappropriate.” He maintained his hold on her wrists, still light and not painfully restrictive. One step closer and he found his body brushing softly against hers. “I can handle trouble. It makes breaking the rules worth it.” Looking down at her, Santiago smirked. Now, tell me about those thoughts.” 

“It was. Not for me too much. Mostly anxiety over being an escort and wondering if I made the right choice. I’m happy things are back to normal. The stage is where I’m meant to be.” It might have been an interesting week but not one she would want to do again any time soon. “But how is everything with you? Where have you been?”

“Okay, I actually learned how to do this when I was in Japan for a few days, it’s harder then it looks.” Eric said. He’d clearly had a few drinks in his system and was feeling a bit bolder then usual as he flipped upside down. 

She still looked away. “Are you scared of me?” A normal person would have given her space, not Santiago. He remained in front of her, loosely holding her wrists and anticipating her answer. When it came he smirked, “Why don’t you tell me about those thoughts, maybe it’ll make you feel better.” If anything he expected the blush in her cheeks to deepen and the softness of her words to continue. “I’m not going to hurt you Delilah, just want to know what’s on your mind, that’s all.” It was true. A glimpse into her thoughts would tell him what to do next, how to leverage what she wanted to gain more control. “I see. Me dictating the rules can mean a lot of things that all don’t have to do with work.” He could feel his lips twisting more in response to her words, “You could say that but my job sometimes involves a lot of things including breaking the rules when necessary.”

NOAH

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(she likes how he looks like he could break her in half)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💔(i don’t think they’re friends? she probably just saw him around the club)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗(is there anyone she doesn’t want to sex up)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💔

ERIC

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(he’s hot)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗(they’ve probably talk around the club)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗(she likes what she sees very much)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗(since she’s been a regular client of his, she does consider him somewhat of a friend)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗💗💗(why do you think she’d keep coming back for more?)