<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/bUvpHLC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Stephen Downing (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13137161#msg13137161)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Starstruck<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Madame Celeste, Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Stephen listened to Celeste's wise advice. He turned to look back at Snogflog, and murmured, "Learn to walk before you try to run, right..." He wasn't certain that he would ever be able to conquer Snogflog, but as his grade school teacher once said,<em>Aim for the stars. While you might fail, you're likely to go higher than you'd ever expect.</em><br/><br/>When she referred to MacCobble as his Master, as though Stephen was a hireling or chattel of MacCobble, he turned back. "I work freelance, milady," he corrected mildly. "And I will seek you in the morning to discuss further business, as you requested."<br/><br/>He bowed to Celeste, the first time in his life he'd ever bowed to<em>anyone</em>, and turned away again, looking over the crowd. "But for now, as you say," he continued, "I'll try to seek my fortune here tonight."<br/><br/>He stepped away, clearly signaling that their conversation was over, not realizing that he was subconsciously treating her as an equal... or him as a superior. The discussion had boosted his ego significantly, and he was feeling better than he had in...<em>decades</em>, he realized.<br/><br/>He scanned the ladies, and laid his eyes on Psyche. She was certainly beautiful, and her features captivated him. He made a note that, even if he didn't go with her tonight, he'd go with her eventually. But as Celeste had encouraged him to look around and make a choice of his own, he kept her as simply a<em>possibility</em>for tonight.<br/><br/>His meandering course around the room brought him close to Snogflog by simple happenstance. His eyes locked on her once more. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or his ego-boosting discussion with Celeste, but he found himself walking quietly, subtly sneaking up on Snogflog.<br/><br/>At only an inch taller than him, she made a good fit for him, height-wise. His feet glided him close, closer, until he was right behind her. His hand slid down the back of her leather skirt, cupping her ass for a moment before giving it a solid pinch. "I may not be ready for it tonight," he said quietly - not whispering, but low enough that it would not carry more than a few feet - "but you will be my slave one day. Perhaps some day<em>soon</em>."