<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/fJ9JoZV.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Madame Celeste (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13127459#msg13127459)</strong><br/><br/><strong>STAFF</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Greeting a special customer<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Stephen<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The waitress looked Stephen over for a moment, though nothing in her expression indicated that she was readying to call for the bouncers to have him removed.  Like most who had not made near immediate ends shortly after arriving at the Bazaar for the first time, she knew very well that appearances were deceiving.  Instead, she smiled politely, and offered him a drink from a nearby tray, which ended up being a rather nice, if light, bubbly champagne.<br/><br/><em>"Will you wait here one moment, Sir?"</em><br/><br/>She headed off, effortlessly weaving her way through the movement, leaving the uncomfortable client shifting as others came in, though it gave good occasion for him to observe, and to note that few seemed to be leaving, though, like appearances, entrances and exits were not always visible, nor where one thought they might be.<br/><br/>A few minutes later, an elegant, curvaceous woman swept through the room, smiling at those who called to her, but not pausing.  In her hands, she carried the letter that Stephen had been given.  When her eyes met his, she smiled brilliantly, her teeth very white and appearing momentarily sharp against a glimmer of the overhead lamps.<br/><br/>"So you are the one that Master MacCobble has praised.  He has recommended you to me, and perhaps after you have enjoyed your well-deserved payment for your labors, we may well have other business to discuss.  Do not look so nervous, dahling.  Everything is all arranged."<br/><br/>Madame Celeste's long-nailed fingers reached for his arms, and she leaned in and kissed the air near his cheek, the movement and soft pop of her lips heating the skin and leaving a tingle in its wake.  Her grip was firm, even assessing, but not painful ... though something in the grasp said it could be, if she chose ... and her perfume washed over him, having an immediate effect upon certain parts of his anatomy, making them stir pleasantly.<br/><br/>"Now then.  I am Madame Celeste, the owner of the One-Night Bride.  As you can see, we have a dazzling selection of brides, and all are skilled ... in their own ways ... in pleasing their husband for the night.   If you see one that catches your eye, speak to her, or if you're shy, ask any of our staff and they'll be able to tell you a bit about her and the delights she offers.  The wait staff will bring you anything that you like, but a word of advice, dahling ... do not indulge so much in spirits that you miss the best of the experience.  There is food in the Casbah, many places where you can celebrate as you would."<br/><br/>Though the words flowed easily from her glossy plum-tinted lips, they did not sound as if she were repeating them by rote, but rather that she truly took an interest, possibly because of the letter, and possibly for other reasons.<br/><br/>"Relax, my sweet.  Breathe in.  Breathe out.  No one will eat you here ... though we might nibble a bit, if you ask nicely."<br/>