Sweet Relief / Closed

[light_in_darkness]

⌛ Who: Lucien de la Fuentes & Maggie Finnegan
⌛ What: Answering a call for help
⌛ When: Now
⌛ Where: Maggie's Place
⌛ Warnings: Will be added as necessary





The address was easy enough to find even if the tech was left much to be desired. But he remembered a time before a cell phone in every pocket. And there was just enough similarity between this realm and what he knew of modern day Japan that he didn't get completely turned around.

Luc thought about the firey red head and what might be plaguing her. Could he help her? Yeah, he was pretty certain he could but the details of what she was dealing with and the effects she was after would matter. Compulsion had to be crafted with care and specific intent.

In little time he was at the address and knocking lightly on the door. He took a step back and waited for an answer, casually glancing up and down the street. This place, Nippon, not too bad as things went. Decent energy and enough novelty that he wouldn't get bored any time soon.

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[liveforthemoment]

It was nearly as if she'd been waiting for him near the door. She was nearly white as a sheet. She's covered in sweat and stripped down to a pair of panties and a tank top. The heavily inked woman stepped aside so that he could come in.

It's basic inside, she's not had time to really decorate much to her liking. " Make your self at home.' she said sinking down into a chair in the living room. She pointed a finger toward him. " I think we can help each other out but I will tell you openly, if you think I am some delicate little flower you can fuck with. Save the time and just don't. Please."

[light_in_darkness]

Taking the invitation, Luc stepped into the living space, looking around briefly before returning his attention to the reason for his being there. A flash of appreciation for stunning work of art that was skin before his expression turned to one of interest tinged with amusement.

"Be calm. I have interest in doing anything other than helping you." It wasn't hard to imagine what sort of life this painted flower had lived that she went straight to a warning. And unlike other vampires Luc knew, he had zero desire to exert his dominance in the face of a challenge. If it came down to a fight later, well he'd deal with it then.

"I confess I'm interested to know how you could be of help to me," he went on, taking a seat, the very picture of relaxed. "Also very interested in knowing what you're suffering from and how, specifically, I can help you. So consider the warning given and received and let us proceed."