numerouno: (LXII)
♩♫♬♩ ([personal profile] numerouno) wrote in [community profile] redshiftlogs 2020-03-08 05:09 am (UTC)

[Scaramouche stops in his tracks, his grip on her arm tightening so she stops with him, his eyes suddenly wide with mock surprise.]

Oh. Well, in that case-- [he pulls her in even closer, the smirk returning like it never left] --I know just the thing...

[With a knowing smile, he sets them on the path again, walking faster now. They come to a room that Scaramouche believes is the grooviest one of all. His gaze doesn't leave her as he leaves her side to stand by the door, resting a hand on the polished lever and bending an arm to show her in.

What she'll find on the other side is a swanky pad with a large bed and what he presumes is an en suite behind a door to the right. Almost everything in here is red, black, or gold. A mini-bar is tucked away in the corner over there; he's never actually been inside the room to look it over, so he couldn't tell you whether it's stocked. It goes without saying he's a big fan of the mirrors. And the wall sconces, and the dimmable downlights. All that's missing is a chaise lounge.

It could also use some music. But they'll be making their own.]

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