â Extravagance â
closed; @katerinavasile & hades Location: Velvet Lounge (Central AiĂłnios)
Stepping out of his matte black Ferrari 458, Hades watched the doors open like a spider spreading its legs. His Armani suit was perfectly pressed, his hair impeccably mussed, and his date outrageously hot. She was five foot eight, all legs, with eyes so green they looked like feral cut diamonds sparkling in the night-- and hair so long and straight it reached the perfect curvature of her back. She was divine, part demigod too, and one of his many slew of trophies he toted wherever he went. Tonight it was the Velvet Lounge, and one of the only places in Central AiĂłnios he regularly frequented... if only for the luxury table service and even higher quality women.
Handing his keys off to the valet, he entered through the back door so as to escape the prying eyes of the mortals. They could just be so damn curious sometimes, and for a man who put so much effort into remaining inconspicuous, people couldnât help but stare whenever he entered a room. He supposed the tattoos the covered every inch of his body onto his neck didnât help, but he didnât have enough time in his day to entertain imbecilic and nosy mortals. Leading Cora over to his private table section, he leaned in to the cocktail waitress. âThe usual.â His usual was Macallanâs luxury M whiskey, monosyllabic just like his name. Leaning in close to the girl, his lips brushed her ear. âAged in a variety of casks that are up to 75 years old, and delivered in a bottle that took 17 craftsmen over 50 hours to complete, this whiskey is worth more than your life, sweetheart, but drink up. On me.â
However, as he drank... he couldnât help his gaze from fluttering to the dancer on the stage. Eyes locking with hers, he nodded his head-- like an invitation to a bed they had climbed into thousands of times before.
