Even though the studio name was curtesy and obnoxious, Zoey was proud of what she had turned the inside into. Being able to command a lot of extensive charms work definitely helped in cases like this
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When Daphne heard about a themed party in an unconventional location, she was certainly intrigued. She had never been been to the dance studio before but it was in a nicer part of town which made it worth her time.
This was a much better opportunity than what the Greengrass girls had planned later in the week. A party with an elaborate theme and sexy costume was better than one without. It only took a quick trip to her sister's closet to find the perfect outfit.
She strutted in the a full studio, quite impressed with the turn out. That was when she spotted her sister.
"Should I be concerned that the majority of your wardrobe fits this theme?" Daphne asked as she approached, a wicked grin on her lips.
Astoria had only just arrived herself, having wandered over from just a few blocks away after her early evening appointment. For once, she had wanted to enjoy taking advantage of the fact that there was no costume change necessary between work and leisure for the night. A bit of a makeup fix, some discarded hair pins, and voila. She still looked stunning enough to make an entrance, but not so threatening or out of place so as to draw all sorts of unwelcome stares.
She turned at the sound of her sister's voice, a matching wicked grin flashing across her face. "I would opt for grateful over concerned," she said, quickly taking in Daphne's choice of outfit. "You know, I actually think that one looks better on you than it ever did on me. Maybe you should be going through my things more often. I'm sure Terry would appreciate it," she added with a teasing wink.
Maeve was looking forward to tonight, a chance to cut loose and, well, be sexy, instead of being a mum or a healers assistant. She loved Lily and her job, but it was nice to put on a different face tonight. Infact, it was a completely different look. Not only was her costume for the later performance more chains than actual covering, but her hair was charmed longer and a warm red in colour. It wasn't something she was looking to be portraying in her day to day life, but it was definitely fun for tonight.
Wandering through the place, she mingled, flirting, joking, dancing a little, nothing serious. Mostly it seemed to just be others from her adult class at Zoey's studio and some friends and family of theirs, she hadn't really run into anyone she knew amazingly well yet. It made it easier to completely give in to this image, almost like playing a role. Ordering a drink, she sat on one of the stools by the bar, and looked around, pondering whether she would maybe do a little solo performance tonight, given enough drink.
A burlesque inside a dance studio with alcohol? Eddie was there. Clearly, it should have just been called 'Eddie Carmichael's Dreams Come True'. Plus, it belonged to Zoey which meant she would most certainly be there and possibly nearly naked for most of the evening. Eddie tried not to look too out of place, but ended up wearing his trademark dark suit but opted to leave the tie behind.
First stop was the cash bar, where Eddie ordered a whiskey and then started to venture around. Though the space was small, it was convincingly a burlesque. Eye candy aplenty, Eddie didn't think he would get bored tonight.
The longer the night went on - and it was just gearing up - the more Zoey remembered that she hated wigs and should have just charmed her hair dark brown and voluptuous. Too late now. She wasn't going to have time to bother with it. She was due on stage in less than half an hour and if she wanted people to make donations, she had to pretend to be a good hostess.
She'd just finished checking with the dancers she'd all but strongarmed into being waitresses for the evening when she turned around and caught sight of a very familiar face. She had threatened him, should he decide not to show up. There was just one thing that was a bit off.
Diverting from the straight path she'd had, Zoey grabbed something from the costume table just backstage then headed straight for Eddie. She dropped a pristine fedora atop his head then maneuvered around him to slide gracefully onto the nearest stool.
"Well if someone doesn't look like a kid in a candy store," Zoey smirked, elbow resting on the table so she could lean back. If it showed off every hint
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Eddie turned and smiled at Zoey as he adjusted the hat, "You know...I always think I prefer women naked." He was very obviously not interested in the glitter as he looked Zoey over and placed his hand precariously close to her inner thigh. "You should never wear anything more than that."
Zoey was impressed with how much Zoey had managed to do with her studio and how at ease she seemed to be wearing so little in front of so many people - some strangers. The woman was pure sex walking. All along, Eddie thought it was the way she acted around him. Foolish boy. Clearly, she was a performer and used all of her wiles to bend him (and everyone else) into submitting to her.
"Play your cards right, and I might wear even less later," she smirked. Dropping a hand on top of his, Zoey simultaneously leaned in and pulled his hand just a bit higher. Wearing very little around large crowds was something Zoey had gotten used to once she was old enough to wear things other than tutus in recitals. Purposely inviting men to touch her, though, was always reserved for the special few.
She carefully slipped the fingers of her other hand around his on his glass and pulled it away to take a sip. "I am entirely too sober for this, just so you know."
Natalie was a sucker for a good cause and even though the idea of a burlesque night seemed incredibly interesting as a new experience, she had a hard time deciding what to wear. Once inside the dance studio, it was obvious that she was severely overdressed in her little black dress. How could she possibly compete with women wearing little more than spray-on tan and glitter?
"How does this work?" Natalie asked aloud as she stood looking at the impressive stage.
Fred shook his shaggy, windswept hair as he entered the dance studio. It was a chill night, cooler than usual for mid November. The smell of heat and sweat hit him as his eyes took in the scantily clad ladies all around him.
He stood a minute by the door, surveying the scene, when he heard a voice say beside him, "how does this work?"
"I don't know," the ginger man admitted, "but I sure like it." A smirk graced his face. "Looks like you're a little over dressed," he added, looking her up and down then glancing sidelong at a waitress shimmying by wearing nothing more than a chain linked dress.
Not expecting anyone to hear her or respond, Natalie swung her head around to see a tall red-haired fellow standing nearby. "Hello," she barely held back an eye-roll at his comment about her dress. "If we're comparing everyone to the waitresses, then you're overdressed as well."
Natalie crossed her arms over her middle, feeling defensive and wondering why she had decided to venture into the establishment in the first place. Oh, right. Charity.
His smile broadened at her comment. "You... Are absolutely correct," he agreed, "I think I should fix that."
Fred slid out of his jacket to reveal his own shirt made entirely out of silver fishnet. It was a gag gift from George a few years back, he never knew when he'd find the use for it, but..... Obviously his obsessive clothes hoarding had paid off. He swung his jacket over his shoulder.
"Better?" He asked the defensive brunette, adding a wink. She was actually quite pretty and he was sure he'd seen her before but couldn't pinpoint where.
The place looked different than usual. Granted, he had only stopped by that one time before - going out of his way to escort Zoey to work the morning after they had.. well. He shook his head with an aloof smile as he settled into his table. He leaned back into his seat, his fingers clasping behind the nape of his neck as he took in his surroundings.
Ron was off somewhere with someone.
He was taking it easy tonight. After the load of bullshit he had been handed that morning at the office and the Parvati case, he wanted to just sit back, relax and watch a dozen gorgeous women dance on stage in front of him.
Zoey had made her way through flirting outrageously and publicly with Eddie and the first number, a short little introduction, when she made her rounds. If she wanted donations, she had to at least play nice and pretend she enjoyed being enticing for random men she'd never look at twice.
At least there were a few men she didn't mind being interested and staring. Granted they had generally actually seen her naked, but the point stood.
She snatched a drink from a tray one of the girls was delivering and strode across the room to hold it out in front of non other than Harry Potter. "You look like a man that needs a drink. Or to get laid. Or both. But right I've only time for the drink."
"Cheers. You know I'd wait for that second part," he told her, before reaching out for the drink. He offered her a sly wink as he sat up, bringing the glass to his lips.
He didn't care what it was - it felt good going down his throat. He looked back at her, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. She looked good. She always looked good - in clothes or out of them. But this. This was something.
"I seem to have created a queue so you'll be waiting a while," Zoey smirked. Some women would be beyond impressed with themselves for being on speaking terms - and having spent a night - with him. Zoey was just entertained in general.
It made life so much easier.
"Don't I know it," she struck a brief pose. "And you look as shockingly dapper as always. So tell me. Are we attracting blondes or brunettes this evening?"
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This was a much better opportunity than what the Greengrass girls had planned later in the week. A party with an elaborate theme and sexy costume was better than one without. It only took a quick trip to her sister's closet to find the perfect outfit.
She strutted in the a full studio, quite impressed with the turn out. That was when she spotted her sister.
"Should I be concerned that the majority of your wardrobe fits this theme?" Daphne asked as she approached, a wicked grin on her lips.
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She turned at the sound of her sister's voice, a matching wicked grin flashing across her face. "I would opt for grateful over concerned," she said, quickly taking in Daphne's choice of outfit. "You know, I actually think that one looks better on you than it ever did on me. Maybe you should be going through my things more often. I'm sure Terry would appreciate it," she added with a teasing wink.
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Wandering through the place, she mingled, flirting, joking, dancing a little, nothing serious. Mostly it seemed to just be others from her adult class at Zoey's studio and some friends and family of theirs, she hadn't really run into anyone she knew amazingly well yet. It made it easier to completely give in to this image, almost like playing a role. Ordering a drink, she sat on one of the stools by the bar, and looked around, pondering whether she would maybe do a little solo performance tonight, given enough drink.
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First stop was the cash bar, where Eddie ordered a whiskey and then started to venture around. Though the space was small, it was convincingly a burlesque. Eye candy aplenty, Eddie didn't think he would get bored tonight.
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She'd just finished checking with the dancers she'd all but strongarmed into being waitresses for the evening when she turned around and caught sight of a very familiar face. She had threatened him, should he decide not to show up. There was just one thing that was a bit off.
Diverting from the straight path she'd had, Zoey grabbed something from the costume table just backstage then headed straight for Eddie. She dropped a pristine fedora atop his head then maneuvered around him to slide gracefully onto the nearest stool.
"Well if someone doesn't look like a kid in a candy store," Zoey smirked, elbow resting on the table so she could lean back. If it showed off every hint ( ... )
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Zoey was impressed with how much Zoey had managed to do with her studio and how at ease she seemed to be wearing so little in front of so many people - some strangers. The woman was pure sex walking. All along, Eddie thought it was the way she acted around him. Foolish boy. Clearly, she was a performer and used all of her wiles to bend him (and everyone else) into submitting to her.
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She carefully slipped the fingers of her other hand around his on his glass and pulled it away to take a sip. "I am entirely too sober for this, just so you know."
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"How does this work?" Natalie asked aloud as she stood looking at the impressive stage.
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He stood a minute by the door, surveying the scene, when he heard a voice say beside him, "how does this work?"
"I don't know," the ginger man admitted, "but I sure like it." A smirk graced his face. "Looks like you're a little over dressed," he added, looking her up and down then glancing sidelong at a waitress shimmying by wearing nothing more than a chain linked dress.
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Natalie crossed her arms over her middle, feeling defensive and wondering why she had decided to venture into the establishment in the first place. Oh, right. Charity.
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Fred slid out of his jacket to reveal his own shirt made entirely out of silver fishnet. It was a gag gift from George a few years back, he never knew when he'd find the use for it, but..... Obviously his obsessive clothes hoarding had paid off. He swung his jacket over his shoulder.
"Better?" He asked the defensive brunette, adding a wink. She was actually quite pretty and he was sure he'd seen her before but couldn't pinpoint where.
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Ron was off somewhere with someone.
He was taking it easy tonight. After the load of bullshit he had been handed that morning at the office and the Parvati case, he wanted to just sit back, relax and watch a dozen gorgeous women dance on stage in front of him.
Was that so much to ask?
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At least there were a few men she didn't mind being interested and staring. Granted they had generally actually seen her naked, but the point stood.
She snatched a drink from a tray one of the girls was delivering and strode across the room to hold it out in front of non other than Harry Potter. "You look like a man that needs a drink. Or to get laid. Or both. But right I've only time for the drink."
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He didn't care what it was - it felt good going down his throat. He looked back at her, a lopsided grin tugging at his lips. She looked good. She always looked good - in clothes or out of them. But this. This was something.
"You look incredible, Ferris," he told her.
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It made life so much easier.
"Don't I know it," she struck a brief pose. "And you look as shockingly dapper as always. So tell me. Are we attracting blondes or brunettes this evening?"
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