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SELECTIVELY ACCEPTING ┊ take a bath with the lady of the lake

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                    ☽ ● ☾              –       ❝ Is this how you seduce your men, Virginia? ❞She teases without shame, casting her glass of wine off to the side in favor of watching her fellow blonde disrobe. Her gaze is content to watch the silk as it flows off the woman’s body like water, a gold dusted Venus left bare and exposed in the wake of its descent. ( It really is a shame that men don’t move half as beautifully as Gin does ; Nimue can honestly say that she’s never seen one slip out of their clothes with any sort of grace. ) Her arms drape over the edge of the hotel’s too large bath, slick with water and soapy bubbles.

❝ Effulgent, ❞ she whispers the awe-struck word as it comes to mind, and why not? The creature standing before her, slowly approaching her safe haven of porcelain and balmy waters, is positively radiant --- all the way from the top of her golden tresses to every curve and plane of her svelte woman’s body. Where Nim is iridescence and pale moonlight, Gin is the glittering sun. They strike quite the pair; her ivory and she gold. 

Tall as she is, it takes some maneuvering for Nimue to make room for her companion -- long legs curling into the side of the bath. It’s the lean calf dipping into the water that holds her attention however, her heavy violet gaze following the linear path to a smooth thigh and higher and higher still at a lazy, leisurely pace until finally their eyes meet again. An impish smile brews on her lips and behind her lashes, fingers flicking foamy bubbles at Virginia once she’s finally settled in. 

‘Yep.’

‘A criminal lawyer.’

‘Just that sort.’

‘..Ere. Now. In this club.’

‘Right again. F’ree times.’

‘..On your invitation. M’I followin?’

Immaculately suited Reggie gave a single nod to his equally well groomed twin before offering him a smoke. Ron plucked the slender thing from its case and lit it blind, taking a drag while eyeing his brother; shaking his head. 

‘Y’re ahta y’mind.’

‘Ow’s that?’ Reg asked, lighting a ciggie of his own off the end of Ron’s. His twin scowled at him for doing it, but didn’t stop him.  ‘She’s-’

‘Old th’phone’ Ron cut in. ‘She?’

Reggie nodded. ‘S’what I said. She’s a defence brief. Best there  looks t’be in London, ‘n I ‘av been lookin’. S’a just in case fing. In  case Nippah starts gettin traction ‘n we need ‘im shot dahn in open  court.’

Ron’s expression twitched. He wasn’t serving, but he stood on the working side of the large, circular bar that dominated the main hall of their newest London venture - Esmeralda’s Barn. Behind and around him four barmen kept their patrons happily soused with the latest fashionable concoctions. He gave them not even the slightest implication of attention. 

‘So she’s in?’ he asked. In on who they really were; in on what they did. Reggie winked. ‘As in as she needs t’be.’

‘She blonde too?’

‘Y’wha-’

Ron’s leaden gaze rolled from his brother to the glamorous looking lady who had  made her way over. Though he focused between her eyes, not on them, to anyone  who knew no better Ron stared her down as his brother swiftly turned, straightened  his dinner jacket and introduced them.

‘Ello Ms Reynolds’ he said, all charm and smiles. ‘Glad y’could make it. Like I said  th’ovvah day, this is me bruvvah Ronnie.’

    ‘ then perhaps you should have chosen a career with a little less emphasis on customer satisfaction, like running for the council or something.’  

“I can’t say I haven’t considered politics -- having had all the prerequisite scandals and the prison sentence.”