#lorysullivan

She only had a few minutes to get home, freshen up, get changed, do her make up, and then catch a cab to the restaurant where she was supposed to meet the client. She knew very little—just that his name was Ralph. Idly, she wondered what kind of man he would be—she was used to seeing older men with money to spend and looking for a good time. Sometimes, they asked her to stay the night and sometimes, they didn't. She didn't care—whatever money she got for staying over went straight to her pocket.

And so, kissing the children she had been looking after goodbye and bidding their mother farewell, Lory took off for her apartment, hopping into the shower, hopping out, picking a black sequin dress, a pair of heels, her best bangles, and drying off her hair. It was amazing that she managed to move so quick and lightly—but then again, in a former life, she'd been a dancer. Of course she still danced, but it was in the privacy of people's bedrooms now.

“You there, why don't you come here so I can read your fortune?" Her voice is low and breathy, and her hands are spread before the paisley patterned table that is laid out with tarot cards.

{ a closed starter for @forlions }

To an onlooker who was not acquainted with the city of Rapture would have mistaken the scene for a regular grand reception. Except, upon closer examination, the ballroom, and the dining hall were framed by large glass windows that depicted... fish? Yes, that was right.

It was hard not to get lost in the way the sparking city lights looked, or the way the marine wildlife floated by indifferently. Once or two, the former actress caught her attention wandering to frolic along with the schools of fish that would swim by on the occasion. She did not mind receptions, or parties--she had attended many, and they were more or less the same: draining affairs with an excuse to consume alcohol and free food. That was usually the only reason why she went, in addition to perhaps finding a warm arm to hang off of. That was always nice.

It was with that mind set that Lory Sullivan rose to her feet, her dark blue and grey sequin dress falling past her knee as she moved to the drink table, an empty glass of champagne in her hand. She had decided to wear her long black hair into a sort of pulled back ponytail, and her eyes were done with smoky eyeliner that framed her eyes in a alluring way.

The table was already somewhat occupied with other party-goers, and with a slight pout, she tried her luck at getting close enough to the table to switch glasses. There would be no such thing; not as long as the current company--Was that Andrew Ryan?--were there. This was going to be a long night.

♪: What factors and events shaped how your muse views sex and sexual matters? Were they influenced by other people or did their own experiences shape their view of it?

For Cal, it was something that he was always curious about. His bets friend, Marty was very open about it, and in an attempt to not seem so naieve, he tries to play along, but he’s not as interested in it as his friend.