<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia --<strong>Lux Main Floor</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>This Tuxedo</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Koriand'r / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lucifer had to admit that as her eyes followed his own in flickering up and down - taking a moment to give him an appraisal as he was doing to her - he allowed himself to momentarily bask in the attention. True, her eyes did not hold the teasing hunger that his own did, but it held something just as good. She had already remarked on his clothing once before, so apparently a lack of fabric was common on Tamaran (which pretty much ensured that it was on his to-visit list, if all of the women were even vaguely as attractive as Koriand'r here), so the slight hint of disappointment and confusion was obviously a result of said expectations; humans did wear a great deal of clothing, when you actually looked at it, so to a visitor who was used to rather less clothing, being unable to return somebodies visual attentions might well be disappointing. But there was an extra edge to those flickering eyes that made up for the disappointment; there was curiosity there, intrigue, and he could recognise from the way her eyes lingered and the way her lips parted ever so slightly that she was doing something that very many humans did to people they were interested in; in the absence of naked skin, she was<em>imagining</em>him naked instead.<br/><br/>She was looking at where the clothes hugged him and the very little that they revealed and filling in the details, making her own favourable assumptions, subconsciously adding in what she found desirable and what she wanted him to look like. She was forming her own expectations, and when - not if,<em>when</em>- he eventually disrobed for her, she'd be more inclined to be favourable with her conclusions. That was one use for clothing; it could make you look better than you actually were, it could hide the flaws that you thought you had and highlight what you imagined were your good parts, and suddenly...well, you felt a lot more confident, an confidence opened doors. Plus, in human society, the right clothes implied certain things and very many people took expensive clothes and well-maintained outfits as a sign of care and pride in your appearance. And if there was one thing that humans liked, it was knowing that people took the time to take care of themselves. Of course, a woman as naturally gorgeous as the Princess here would find that concept a little alien, but he imagined that after spending a few months on Earth, she would appreciate that sometimes<em>hinting</em>at something was far more effective than just<em>showing</em>it.<br/><br/>Walking around topless got you attention, certainly, but it was a shocked, scandalised nature. Walking around in a sheer croptop with a generous but not explicit amount of underboob, however? That got you the intrigued, flirtatious kind of attention that didn't have people calling the authorities. But how on Earth would he explain that to the Princess, of all people? Not easily, obviously. He chuckled softly, leaning back and allowing himself to spread out a little, pulling his suit tight with a flex of his chest and his arms, showing off his shape and solid body beneath the fabric of his clothing. He was halfway tempted to disrobe right there and then, but he was afraid that would give some of the members of his staff a bit of a heart attack, so...perhaps that was better left until they got into more private accommodations. To begin with, anyway.<strong>"Alas, in most parts of the world, Princess, Royalty and Nobility is more of an empty tradition than anything else these days. Most government officials are elected by the general populace."</strong>There were...exceptions, of course, as there always were, but they were few and far between...or otherwise not worth paying attention to.<br/><br/>He chuckled again. Of course, he would be considered nobility had he not rocked the boat and been cast out - Free Will only existed for the Mortals, it seemed; Angels had to kowtow and bow and scrape and grovel at Fathers feet - but explaining the nuances to her would take more time than he cared to spend on the subject.<strong>"I'm wealthy, which is effectively the same thing in modern human society. Though I suppose that you could also consider me a type of nobility, technically speaking. As I said...I'm complicated."</strong>He winked slyly, a dry little smile tugging at his lips. He had a feeling that she didn't quite understand the wink, but seeing such a coquettish expression on her face delighted him, especially along with the invitation that came along with it. Perhaps he'd enjoy the company of a slightly drunk and much more freely-tongued Princess after all. He'd have to be certain to take her to his room, though, just in case things got...rough. He still had to open that night, after all, and shattered tables did take a while to clean up. He lifted an eyebrow.<strong>"You're the guest, Princess. Your wish is my command. I shall make the necessary arrangements for your device as soon as possible...though I hope your drunken state is not too clumsy. I've had drunk humans in my establishment before, and they are far less physically able than you are."</strong>Well...maybe not "Command." He'd be the one in charge, if he had anything to say about it.<br/><br/>He chuckled again, and took another sip of his wine, moving on quickly. She was curious about humans and their propensity for clothes, then? Well, he would offer as quick an explanation as he could. He gestured for his staff to bring forth one of the fruit platters and a collection of alcohol from the bar as they talked, and the scrambled to obey; he didn't have guests very often, and they knew what would happen to their jobs if they screwed up on the occasion that he actually found somebody who engaged his interest.<strong>"As for humans and their clothes, well...you are somewhat correct, actually. It began with their frail bodies. Humans are shaped by their environment rather than the other way around, and the Earth has some extreme weather conditions. Humans are especially fragile and susceptible to intense cold, heat, too much exposure to the radiation from their sun, being too wet, being too dry...they break over the slightest of things, and clothes aid them in protecting themselves from the harsher elements. Over time, clothing became more normalised, and it became impolite and eventually taboo to be naked outside of the privacy of your own home."</strong>He scoffed at the primitive, quaint little idea, then paused and inclined his head begrudgingly.<br/><br/><strong>"But I must admit, their fashion does have its uses; humans form opinions based on clothes and appearance, and the right clothes worn in the right way can manipulate peoples perception of you. Take my clothes right now-"</strong>He gestured at his suit.<strong>"They are expensive, well made, and tailored to hug my body in ways that suggest what I have underneath and draw a mental picture...without being too scandalous. It provokes just enough wonder that people might want to peel it off and find out what's underneath. It makes me intriguing. This particular style of clothing is usually considered upper class, elegant and sophisticated. Hence why I wear it; that is what I want the humans to think of me. Besides...the right clothes can be comfortable and highlight the best parts of your body. You can use them to emphasise what you're proud of, and hide what you dislike about yourself. Humans are peculiar creatures - I would much rather be natural for a change, if only for the change of pace - but I suppose...their planet, their rules, no?"</strong><br/><br/>He took another long draft of his wine as one of his staff members approached with a large platter of fruits; apples, pineapples, berries of various kinds, grapes, pears, the works. Along with it were a collection of glasses and bottles. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he offered Koriand'r a small smirk.<strong>"Of course, Princess, given the right circumstances and the right persuasion, perhaps I would be inclined to allow you to assist me in ridding myself of any unnecessary layers. I want you to ensure that your welcome to Earth is <em>complete</em> and leaves you <em>thoroughly</em> satisfied, of course."</strong>He saw the young lady placing the platter on the table go beet red with a strangled splutter before retreating, flustered and surprised. Was she knew? He reckoned so. Perhaps he shouldn't have been quite so wicked, but he couldn't help it; humans were simply too fun to tease! Besides...he was curious how the Princess would react. She was open and aggressive with her sexuality...so how would she respond to such a brazen invitation? Beating around the bush and teasingly suggesting things? That was not the way to provoke her into a more physical activity. She wasn't a prudish human, after all. She was a beast of raw emotion and instinct, a creature oozing with sexuality...and he was more than prepared to treat her that way. They didn't call him the Prince of Excess and the Father of Sin for nothing, after all!