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Post by Lisette LaMont on Jan 18, 2009 18:29:33 GMT -5
Mephisto's Cafe was not a place Lisette generally found herself on a Friday night. Hell, she'd really rather be anywhere else than mucking about in the city's general populous of low-level demons and various other scum. It was below her. Not to mention, she wasn't really interested in watching some young girl toss her assets about for the drooling masses. Still, there was much to be done. So, Lisette donned her favorite pinstripe trousers, a lovely silk top in crimson, and a black jacket that looked to be made of some sort of leather, and headed down to the 'classiest' place she knew.
She had no problem passing by the unthinking guard dogs, it wasn't as though she was unknown to this place. Legion never had problems going anywhere they wanted to. Drawing a hand through her auburn locks, Lisette sat sank down into a seat directly in front of the stage, watching the show unblinkingly, and almost uninterestedly. One of the three girls upon the stage was entirely human, a waste of a woman who had never fulfilled her education and was now paying for it and her several trashy children by taking her clothes off for men who'd sooner force her to feed their lust than sweep her off of her feet and take care of her children.
Legion was amused. Leaning forward, she crossed one leg over the other and nestled her cheek into her hand, which she supported by leaning her elbow onto her knee. The woman didn't seem to notice the other staring at her as though she were little more than a piece of meat; after all, that's how everyone viewed strippers. A grin nearly split Lisette's pretty face in two. The demon couldn't help but wonder what the stripper's blood tasted like, what it would be like to hold her down and carver her apart... to hear her screaming and begging for her life.
She would have laughed, if she weren't shaking so bad. Lisette threw herself back against the seat and let her eyes close. Murders weren't easy to cover, not that it mattered. It was just one more less hassle to deal with, and if Lisette's form was damaged, it would take forever and a day to find a suitable replacement. Legion didn't want to be the one to go to Lucifer and explain how their host had been destroyed because of something so incredibly pathetic.
No, Legion planned on keeping Lisette until it was all over. They had already tainted and otherwise shattered the soul that had once been inhabiting the body. That was enough of a pain in the ass. There was no need to go looking for something else when they already had something so... perfect. |
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