Ouchie.. muse hit me hard, said this MUST be written.
The private bar-room was dark and still, the distant music no more than a dull thumping seeping through the walls. Chae-lu sat crosslegged on her stool, sipping a red concoction through a straw into identically red lips. Her ruffled black dress was a parody of a Victorian era girl, cute but dark-edged, and she paired it with an elaborate ringletted hairstyle and flawless pale makeup. Barely topping five feet in height without her heels, she was a veritable doll brought to life.
But her eyes said different. Their green depths spoke of hidden pleasures and cunning. Her look as she sat swinging a leg idly was one of quiet calculation. There she waited for the brothers, having her comparatively towering 'bodyguard' act as her bartender. This was not so unusual, Chae-lu often used this room for such introductory meetings. Then came the expected knock, breaking her reverie.
She quickly checked her appearance in the smokey mirror, wishing to make a good impression on her newest ... employees. Her quiet sipping had done nothing to disarray her costume. Satisfied, she caught her handsome bodyguard's eye, and gestured for him to open the door.
Haku entered the room first, bowing immediately, with a quickness spawned from the same whip-cord energy that stripped his frame of excess flesh. Formality done with, he cracked an easy smile, softening the strong lean lines of his face and jaw.
With soft straight brown hair, smooth pale skin and that grin, he looked like the young man he was, having barely worn the new edges off of his adulthood.
"Mistress Chae-lu," He said in his clear youthful voice. "May I present to you my brother Kiru."
He introduced his brother with an economical, almost lazy flourish of his arm just as his brother stepped through the door.
"We are most flattered by your request for our services."
Kiru bowed, displaying the same distinctive quick mannerisms Haku had displayed previously. He was cut from the same cloth as his brother, both lean, crisply dressed in black and white, graceful and just a head taller than Chae-lu, though Kiru's face was ever so slightly softer than Haku's.
Chae-lu put her drink down as she studied the pair.
There was one exception to their mirroring.. Kiru liked buckles. Straps, collars, bracelets, chains. It probably took him ten minutes just to strap on his accessories. And that was by no means the least of the troubles he went to in presenting himself. In addition to the crisply ironed white formal shirt and black pants his brother wore, he had an artfully arranged few inches of fresthly goldened hair gracing his head, framing his face perfectly, accenting the aesthetic make-up that smoked his lips and eyes.
Undressing him in a proper manner would take an hour at least. Chae-lu made a thrilled mental note of that. Though strangely, she hadn't heard the rumours of obscure piercings on him that she heard Haku had.
And the hesitating, almost naiive shyness he was displaying made Chae-lu's heart thump painfully against her ribs. His voice was little more than a tenor-pitch murmur directed at his brother, questioning her silent scrutiny, and his adam's apple bobbed nervously in a way that provoked Chae-lu's desire to pounce.
And that bright, intelligently engaging look that he only shared with his brother was pure gold. If only Chae-lu could get him to direct it her way.
Equally pleasing to Kiru's shyness was Haku's confident eagerness. There was no arrogance in it, it was pure good will.
Chae-lu wondered briefly in her luck as finding such an excellent pair. Then she considered how carefully she must treat them in order to gain her desired outcome. Perhaps them were merely the temptation of a project too large for her. But if they weren't such a trap, then they would be part of her greatest work yet.
She smiled, and broke her silence.
"The pleasure is mine."
(In case this is beginning to stray your thoughts, please note that Chae-lu is an artist of a fairly traditional kind. Hence undressing, greatest work, etc etc... And I've been told sensualism can be a good thing in an artist. I may have a dirty mind, but this isn't an example of it, really.)
But her eyes said different. Their green depths spoke of hidden pleasures and cunning. Her look as she sat swinging a leg idly was one of quiet calculation. There she waited for the brothers, having her comparatively towering 'bodyguard' act as her bartender. This was not so unusual, Chae-lu often used this room for such introductory meetings. Then came the expected knock, breaking her reverie.
She quickly checked her appearance in the smokey mirror, wishing to make a good impression on her newest ... employees. Her quiet sipping had done nothing to disarray her costume. Satisfied, she caught her handsome bodyguard's eye, and gestured for him to open the door.
Haku entered the room first, bowing immediately, with a quickness spawned from the same whip-cord energy that stripped his frame of excess flesh. Formality done with, he cracked an easy smile, softening the strong lean lines of his face and jaw.
With soft straight brown hair, smooth pale skin and that grin, he looked like the young man he was, having barely worn the new edges off of his adulthood.
"Mistress Chae-lu," He said in his clear youthful voice. "May I present to you my brother Kiru."
He introduced his brother with an economical, almost lazy flourish of his arm just as his brother stepped through the door.
"We are most flattered by your request for our services."
Kiru bowed, displaying the same distinctive quick mannerisms Haku had displayed previously. He was cut from the same cloth as his brother, both lean, crisply dressed in black and white, graceful and just a head taller than Chae-lu, though Kiru's face was ever so slightly softer than Haku's.
Chae-lu put her drink down as she studied the pair.
There was one exception to their mirroring.. Kiru liked buckles. Straps, collars, bracelets, chains. It probably took him ten minutes just to strap on his accessories. And that was by no means the least of the troubles he went to in presenting himself. In addition to the crisply ironed white formal shirt and black pants his brother wore, he had an artfully arranged few inches of fresthly goldened hair gracing his head, framing his face perfectly, accenting the aesthetic make-up that smoked his lips and eyes.
Undressing him in a proper manner would take an hour at least. Chae-lu made a thrilled mental note of that. Though strangely, she hadn't heard the rumours of obscure piercings on him that she heard Haku had.
And the hesitating, almost naiive shyness he was displaying made Chae-lu's heart thump painfully against her ribs. His voice was little more than a tenor-pitch murmur directed at his brother, questioning her silent scrutiny, and his adam's apple bobbed nervously in a way that provoked Chae-lu's desire to pounce.
And that bright, intelligently engaging look that he only shared with his brother was pure gold. If only Chae-lu could get him to direct it her way.
Equally pleasing to Kiru's shyness was Haku's confident eagerness. There was no arrogance in it, it was pure good will.
Chae-lu wondered briefly in her luck as finding such an excellent pair. Then she considered how carefully she must treat them in order to gain her desired outcome. Perhaps them were merely the temptation of a project too large for her. But if they weren't such a trap, then they would be part of her greatest work yet.
She smiled, and broke her silence.
"The pleasure is mine."
(In case this is beginning to stray your thoughts, please note that Chae-lu is an artist of a fairly traditional kind. Hence undressing, greatest work, etc etc... And I've been told sensualism can be a good thing in an artist. I may have a dirty mind, but this isn't an example of it, really.)