<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Lux</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed</em><br/><strong>Notes: </strong><strong>Bold</strong>is dialogue in Japanese<br/><hr/><br/>"...Ailess." As he shared his alias with the mystery woman, he continued to watch her, wondering what her angle was exactly. She was certainly someone that was rather forward, feeling her soft hand trail up his thigh from under his silk black robe, her eyes sparkling with mischievous intentions. He had never met many members like her, but this could always be a new learning experience.<br/><br/>Though she seemed more dominant, just like he was. It could end up being a problem, especially now that she had some dirt on him.<br/><br/>"Why should I trust you?" He asked this suddenly, his brown eyes watching her form, her hand trailing towards the middle of her chest, which was reveled from her robe, the sides of her developed breasts showing ever-so-slightly. "What's to say that you won't tell someone right after you've had your fun?" He's met people before that had tried to blackmail him, try to find out who he is in order to extort money out of his bank account and life savings; he was much smarter then those fools, and in the end, they had been banned from the club.<br/><br/>This woman however...he didn't know what to think of her yet.<br/><br/>"There are people here that enjoy the suffering of others; how do I know you're not one of them?" His voice was low, quiet, almost a whisper as he stared the woman down, no longer interested in the wine he had poured for himself. Being a famous singing artist had it's advantages, but also it's setbacks,<span class="bbc_u">especially</span>at the Club. Some people wanted to know who he was, and he would usually decline, unless he fully trusted that the person would keep his secret.<br/><br/>He watched her play with the ties of her robe, as she glanced around the room.