[introduction] Amber Sweet is addicted to the knife!

[muchapoptosis]

 'Alright.'

A shiver goes through the length of her body. 'But I don't want to wake up just yeeet--'. She doesn't like her own whiny voice; perhaps they should have adjusted her vocal cords just a touch differently? Huh. She definitely must talk to her father.

Another shiver, and her head convulses on the rubber pillow. Thud. Wait. That should be a

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[skewedeyes]

Felix turns from the kitchen with a bit of a jump, but by the time he is looking at the...rather scantily clad woman on the floor of the main room, his expression is back under control, and he is eying her with a kind of...academic curiosity. And perhaps just a little amusement.

"Interesting practitioners you appear to have been going to, madame."

With eyebrows. Of course.

[muchapoptosis]

She hears the voice and stops hitting. After all, she has a brand to represent; what the hell, etc.

So Amber leans on her elbow, just slightly so.

"Who exactly do you think you're talking to-- huh." Fiiine neck line. She wonders. Maybe switch? "No idea what you're talking about. I was supposed to be somewhere else."

[skewedeyes]

"I mean, darling," Felix says, still seeming faintly amused, "That I have never seen anyone visit a ...normal...practitioner with what amounts to-" Delicate cough. "A frame."

[muchapoptosis]

By this time she already made it on her feet, albeit wobbly.

"You mean this?" she gestures at her outfit. "This is designer's stuff, baby. Customized. Works out wonders for your boobs."

[skewedeyes]

"So I see." Oh, so droll. He seemingly can't help it. "I think if I were using that expense I might want a little more for my money...but to each their own, I suppose."

[muchapoptosis]

She's still having trouble coping with his rich vocabulary and choice of words, but she does understand what he means. "It's common where I come from." Perhaps she's making sense for the first time since her arrival. "But obviously I get the finest."

[skewedeyes]

"Oh, obviously." The less you wear, the more it costs? Felix's mouth twitches, slightly, and he wishes he had a glass of wine to complete the picture. (Felix thinks about these things, sometimes.)

"Your society must be quite a - ah - titillating one."

[muchapoptosis]

"Something like that, yeah," mutters Amber, scrambling herself even better and managing to look composed. And no, such words? They're not likely to make sense to her, though she does grasp the essence. "It's rotten," she states, and in all honesty. "But some do survive."

[skewedeyes]

"Everywhere's rotten," with a touch more honesty. "It just depends to what degree. --forgive me, I forget my manners. Felix Harrowgate." He offers a long, pale hand, delicately.

[muchapoptosis]

"Cute name," she drawls. She really can't help it: she'll be flirting whether she wants it or not; and now? She's really confused. But she does touch his fingers and give them a slow shake. "Amber Sweet. Everyone should know it."

[skewedeyes]

"I might say the same for yours." But I'm not going to! A pause, watching her light handshake with a bit of his sharp smile, though it only lasts for a moment before becoming one of his more charming. "Clearly. Well, Madame. I'm sure I'm pleased to welcome you."

[muchapoptosis]

She's pleased, too, though she won't admit it. Usually people would trash her around; like Luigi. She grew accustomed to that, not to manners.

"Right." Amber is at a loss of words. "Can one wash 'round here, actually?"

[skewedeyes]

Mouth twitch. He's not actually being all that nice, but we'll let Amber maintain her illusions. Felix is just like this. "One certainly can. I shouldn't want to live here for long if there wasn't the opportunity."

Felix is like a cat; he has to be clean. That might have something to do with his obsessive streak, though.

[muchapoptosis]

Grooming plays a central part in Amber's life, next to hunting down perfect organs and sleeping off exhaustion caused by addiction, so--. She's pleased.

"A lot of facilities," she observes, her voice drawling in a low purr. "If you tell me there's entertainment as well I might not wish to leave soon."

[skewedeyes]

Unless you count scantily clad ladies lying on the floors... "Entertainment is slightly more lacking," he allows. "Don't get too comfortable. This place has a way of biting you when that happens."

[muchapoptosis]

Let's hope Amber doesn't take 'biting' literarily -- she just might.

"Uh-huh." A nod; her attention span is shorter than a gerbil's. She's now inches away from him, collecting herself in a typical pose. "Too bad. Perhaps they could use me, then."