It was only a matter of time before the search for new experiences led the intrepid Regison heir underground… or to The Underground, to be precise. The Leudan nightclub was unlike anything he had ever seen in his life– filled with enough people to rival even the grandest soirée, a throng of bodies moving to a thunderous beat beneath an electrifying light display. While the sights and sounds both fascinated and thrilled him, Will was content for a time to remain on the sidelines, a passive observer to this foreign spectacle of almost primal ferocity.
It was there he was inadvertently made privy to something just as, if not more interesting to him, however; and in pursuit of the validity of this information, he approached a pair of young women at work behind the bar. A beautiful blonde with eyes that glittered like emeralds of the island’s own mines, even in the dim lighting, greeted him with a winsome smile– and beside her, bewitchingly aloof, stood Aphrodite incarnate.
Rose-tinted tresses, the sort which tempted one to run their fingers through, cascaded in luxurious waves down her body, drawing his eye along every strategically exposed curve. Like a sumptuous flower in the peak of its bloom, she was a feast for the eyes, and Will found himself enthralled and humbled alike by her presence… and perhaps more than a bit peckish, so to speak.
He was a man, first of all things, and a lover of all things magnifique.
Leaning slightly inward to be better heard over the music, he gave an apologetic nod to each woman in turn, pulling his gaze from the latter with some reluctance.
“Pardon my interruption, fair maidens, but I happened to overhear something most intriguing from another patron…”
“According to rumor, there is a skilled clairvoyant in the midst of your staff. Might either of you have any insight as to how one would go about locating them? I would be most grateful to you.”
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Alicia had one reason for accepting the job at The Underground: money. It was simple. The more attention she brought to the bar, the more she got paid through tips - and some fun for herself. Attracting people was something that came easy to her. It was natural and involuntary, similar to breathing. She couldn’t help that she had a natural allure that brought in men and women alike, which either ended in adoration or jealousy. Both of which she welcomed with open arms.
Her nights at the bar were routine. She’d flirt, make a few drinks (for herself included), and if she was feeling it, dance a little. After all, the previous owner had wanted to originally hire her as the dancer and face of it. But when she grew tired of that and they left, she moved to strictly behind the bar and did what she felt when she felt like it. It was her signature at work - everyone knew her for her looks, confidence, and self-important attitude.
And of course, her supernatural talents. Co-workers and bar guests often asked her about it or for a reading when they realized she was the witch rumored across the islands. While on another job she charged extra, but as long as they were willing to pay she had no qualms. Tonight was no different as people approached her, particularly a gentleman with blond hair and blue eyes. The kind of guy she could see her co-worker falling for and herself disliking. From his looks to the way he spoke: irritating.
“What’s your business with them?” Alicia asked, polishing the glass in hand. When it came to those that she was uncertain of if she wanted to deal with them, she tested the waters. All the better when they didn’t realize that she was the ‘rumored clairvoyant’.
