Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: Grande Suite"Lord Dumont," Selan focused all of her charm on the one man she had to impress. She remembered to speak with her accent despite now greatly regretting using it during her interview with Lady Vasco. "It's a pleasure and an honor to meet you in person. And I must say, The Grande Diamond is just as beautiful inside as it is outside."
“Ah, why thank you my dear. That’s very kind of you to say. And… Marcy? It’s an honour to meet you as well. Both of you are simply beautiful, I must say.” Lord Dumont rose to his feet, helping to take each of the lady’s hands in his own and guide them to the empty seats of the sofa. “May I interest you both in some wine?”
Marcus’ body calmly sat down on the sofa, being careful to do as discreetly and inauspiciously as possible. But much in the same way as he had demonstrated his acute senses and detail to attention, his eyes were elsewhere, scanning the entirety of the room and analysing, taking notice of and memorising every last detail, from the wall filled with security camera monitors to the people occupying the room. From carefully scrutinising Lord Dumont himself, the owner of the Grande Diamond, to Lady Vasco once more, and the grey stranger he sat next to. As well as…
“Let me introduce you to my associates here. This is my friend, Mr. Hunter. We were just in the process of discussing some business before you arrived, which - no, no, it’s quite alright, we can conclude it later - I believe we’re both interested in talking to the pair of you right now,” Dumont smiled jovially, laughing as he patted the side of his chair’s arm rest for Iliana to rest. “It really isn’t everyday we get such beautiful women as you two apply to work here. Really, it’s an honour.”
“It certainly is,” Neil grinned again, his gaze passing straight through Marcus to Selan. Marcus meanwhile, had his sight on…
“And my other friend here is Kenneth. He’s working as my security.” Dumont added with a flick of his hand towards the suited blonde.
“Howdy,” The rugged man nodded. “Don’t be scared of me. I don’t bite.”
Marcus looked away, focusing Marcy’s attention back towards Lord Dumont, and the glass of wine proffered him. It said a lot about Selan’s skills with beautification and makeup that Kenneth hadn’t been able to deduce who he is… for him to reach this far passing as a woman alone. To be in the presence of the head of the establishment… that had taken Estelle and Josette…
He picked up the glass, lingering for a fraction of a second as he considered the possibility the wine might be spiked. He had no desire to fall for that trick again, but seeing as how everyone else, including Lady Vasco who had just arrived with them, was drinking from the same wine bottle, it seemed safe to follow, and he didn’t want to risk any suspicion in not doing so. He swallowed hard, however. It was his luck that Selan’s particular celebritydom was what really captured Dumont’s eye, as well as that of Hunter and Kenneth, but Marcus found another pain gripping him.
The pain of restraint. He wanted to free Estelle. Now. And whilst he very easily could, he found himself completely unable to. This conflict was agonising…
“Miss Leclair, I… do pardon me for being so forward, but would you mind showing us your talents?” Dumont asked, leaning forward in his seat with a sparkle in his eye as he stared at Selan. It wasn’t a request. “After reading about you in the paper, why, it was a tremendous shame I wasn’t able to see you perform there. But to have the opportunity now would be… simply exquisite.”
Kenneth turned slightly, to look back towards the embankment of monitors and the security footage being played as he took a sip of his wine, careful not to have any of the individuals inside the room leave his field of vision. He stared towards Mordie, and the other group of girls that had come in with Selan and Marcy…
Los Paraisos: The Grande Diamond: First Floor Balcony overlooking the Main Party Hall“Ah, so you’d accompany me then? Why, that’s grand!” The noble’s face beamed with elation, as he hooked out his arm for Lucy to hold on to, not giving him much choice but to oblige. If Lucien had any reluctance, he didn’t seem to show it, energetically hooking his fair shaved arm with the noble, and playfully tittering at his side. Thunderhawk and Dylan’s faces paled at the prospect of what might possibly await Lucien in the dungeons… even though it also presented an opportunity to find Estelle, Josette, and the missing women.
“Ah, if you would excuse me, ladies, gentlemen,” The noble bowed. “We’ll be back again shortly.”
Dylan stole the chance to lean forwards, and throw his hand in the noble’s other free arm. It was an act of pure impulse, but one that wasn’t irrationalised. It wouldn’t be good for them to all be split up, especially when one of them was being taken to the dungeons.
“Ah, sir,” Dylan tried his best to put on his sweet and serene voice. “I would love to accompany you as well…”
“Hahaha! The more the merrier, I say! Come, ladies, follow me!” The noble threw back his head and laughed, as he strode forwards to an elevator discreetly placed in the corner of the balcony that would quickly take them to the seventh floor and its… ‘dungeons’.
“He never waits around, does he?” One of the other noble men shook his head. His companion laughed.
“Well, you know ol’Boris. Anyway, Anthony, I shall be off as well. When a beautiful girl like our young miss here offers one companionship, one does not decline.” The bearded man extended his arm out again for Aria to take. “We shall head down to the floor below and play some games of chance, I think. Tell me, miss, do you feel lucky?”
“Bah, that Alan.” The noble Anthony shook his head and sighed. He placed his hands on his hip. “Some of these gentlemen lack proper manners, don’t they? Sigh. Taking a new recruit to place games of cards and dice, or to take them to the dungeons of all things! That’s not how you look after a lady. Sigh…” He lifted his head back up, fixing his eyes to the beautiful Mordie, Thunderhawk and Xandra. “What about you, my lovelies? Was there anywhere you were interested in seeing or going?”
“Er… well… the bar would be nice right about now…” Thunderhawk muttered out of the corner of his breath before catching himself and freezing.
“Ahahaha! Yes, the bar! A good girl should know how to serve drinks! Come,” His hands fell atop Thunderhawk and Xandra’s shoulders. “Let us retire to the bar, shall we? What about you, Miss Mordie? Would you like to accompany us? The drinks will be on me!”
Meanwhile, in the elevator, Boris led his two fine companions into the elevator, before leaning forward to press the button calling for the seventh floor. As the machine started to hum and lift, he leaned back, happy and content to be surrounded with such fine, beautiful women.
“Well, ladies, I do believe it’d be rude not to properly introduce one another. My name is Boris Maddox. Perhaps you’ve heard of our family? Ol'Dumont here has a wonderful tropical home to have parties in, but nothing compares to my family's horse riding and hunts! Haha!” Boris stroked his moustache. “What about you, my dears. What are your names?”