<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold"><a class="postlink" href="https://i.postimg.cc/kGpMtN8m/Untitled.png">V I V I E N N E</a></span></span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><span style="font-weight: bold">R O S C H A</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>It wasn't surprising to hear he had not heard of any missing girls, APD had a funny way of ignoring the plight of any girl who got undressed for a living. The black clad woman had no chance to reflect on the matter, though, as she could see something change behind Luciano's eyes, a dangerous glint that screamed at her to pay attention. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF00">"I suppose, does it have to be tonight though?" </span>he asked with a color of discomfort as he puffed away on his cigar in effort to light it. His mission was a success and he was once again eyeing her with suspicion.<span style="color: #FFBFFF"> "Of course not, sir. While a bit of a timely matter, it does not need to be addressed tonight,"</span> she replied reassuringly. She knew that if she were in his position, this certainly would feel like a trap. <br/><br/>Still, something seemed to spur him, <span style="color: #FFBF00">"Let me tell you..."</span> he started, pulling the cigar away for a moment,<span style="color: #FFBF00"> "do you have an office that we can move to?"</span> Silently Vivienne questioned her fortune as she gave a slight tilt  of her head in affirmation. <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"If you please, it's this way,"</span> she replied with some amount of relief. <br/><br/>She strode ahead with a casual pace knowing that Luciano would follow. It didn't take long to get to her office, as it was a simple trip up some rather unnoticeable black, marbled stairs on the far side of the bar, opposite of their starting point. As they ascended, Vivienne's sensible, black heels clicked softly against the stone, only becoming more audible as they reached the second floor. She pivoted to the right, and soon they were standing in front of a sturdy, dark black, wooden door. <br/> <br/>Slender fingers wrapped around the diamond looking handle, twisting it to gently swing open the door. Vivienne stepped in and to the side, sweeping her arm in a welcoming gesture, <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"Take your place anywhere you please, hun." </span><br/><br/>While the door had matched the rest of the club, the interior of Vivienne's office certainly did not. Walking into the bright white room revealed a light grey, wood desk with a velvet grey chair sitting in front of it. Behind the desk was another chair, velvet as well but powder blue in color. Further behind still was an entire wall dedicated to being a cabinet. The decor revealed nothing personal about Vivienne---just vases and a generic painting that took up the middle of the cabinet. Even the desk was devoid of personality, only a few flowers in a vase and a couple of untouched books. <br/><br/>To the right of the desk was a bay window, a gray padded bench offering a place to view the rest of the city. A few pillows matching the fabric of the chairs were strewn about. It didn't seem as if many frequented the room and even Vivienne seemed out of place in her dark attire. <br/><br/>Once Luciano settled himself where he pleased, Vivienne softly closed the door. The moment it was fully shut, it sounded like the whole world had gone silent. The beat of the music in the club no longer seemed to penetrate the air and the blessed silence caused Vivienne to unknowingly relax her shoulders. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I greatly appreciate your company,"</span> she finally stated, moving her way to her powder blue chair. She sat down, crossing her right leg over her left. She leaned forward some, opening one of the books and pulling out a joint and lighter. She popped the smooth stick into her mouth, lighting it quickly and throwing the lighter unceremoniously back into the hollow book. She took a long drag, blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of Luciano. <br/><span style="color: #FFBFFF"><br/>"Ah, would you like one? Or perhaps you would like a refreshment?" </span>she asked as if suddenly remembering her manners. <span style="color: #FFBFFF">"I know I implored you to partake in a serious discussion, but I must insist on your comfort."</span></span>