#` ♡ ⊱ ii. au: burlesque ⋮ it’s a life; it’s a style; it’s a need; it’s burlesque.

[firestarved]

Aomora had been content just sipping her rum for a while as the club quieted down for the night. Her macaw companion, Kale, was flip flopping his feet around the counter now that the noise had died down significantly. He would grab the empty glasses off the counter and stack them before scurrying back to find another glass. Aomora had been pouring the leftovers from these glasses into a singular one along the way to help him, creating a nasty cocktail of, well, a little bit of everything.

❝ Good boy, Kale, come here. ❞ Aomora cooed, holding a hand up to offer the bird some neck scratches once he came closer. Her elven senses did pick up on another person nearby, especially once they drew close enough to be heard.

@abhorsenslives is a comedic genius, apparently : "Cats do like birds...for dinner."

The dancer blinked her eyes for a second. Whatever she thought she'd expected to hear, it was most certainly not that. A brow was raised at the other, then, lime green eyes giving Morgan a careful look-over. ❝ Is that a threat? I wouldn't try it, if I were you. ❞ Aomora guided Kale a little closer to herself, instinctively.

❝ Besides, Kale here is a bit of a mouthful, I'd wager. Plus he won't go down without a fight . . . ❞

For a moment, Aomora pondered, particularly about the meaning of those words. She pursed her lips in thought, before giving her spider bites a few flicks with her tongue behind her lip. Her eyes, which had drifted towards her trusty companion once again while she wondered, swiftly found their way back to the stranger.

❝ But . . . If you're referring to my tattoos, I'd say that was a poor attempt at a flirt, perhaps. ❞ She grinned subtly, just the corners of her mouth curling upwards a tad. ❝ Still, an attempt is an attempt. Can I interest you in a drink during this late hour? I've got a toxic mixture brewing here, but I suppose anything on the shelf also works if you're boring. ❞ She made sure to offer a fanged grin at the final part.

[firestarved]

❝ There she is, ❞ Elise says, gesturing to Aomora with a delicately raised finger. She holds the door open for herself and Feylaine who, perhaps unfortunately so, has the pleasure of working with Aomora next. The Ruby Gem of the Rose; the talk on the street, the one performer the other girls had been whispering about on their way here. As Elise slides back out of the doorway, she lingers a second next to Feylaine and whispers out in a dry attempt at humor, ❝ Good luck. ❞

Aomora, who had been applying a fresh layer of lipstick in the mirror of her vanity table, has since turned her head to regard the pair entering her private changing room. It is too early to really expect anyone disturbing her, so she takes a moment to recall why she isn't alone in here right now . . . And then it clicks.

❝ Ah. The new seamstress, here to take my measurements? ❞ To say that the dancer's interest is now peaked, would be an understatement. Aomora's lips curl into a rather mischievous smirk, revealing her playfulness to the other ━ just in case the shameless elevator look she'd given her moments prior wasn't enough to drive that point home.

➤ ㅤ@firesated ㅤ ♡