<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 continued to watch Lux, hearing her questions as well as he proposal; leave the phone behind for some fun of their own? That was something that he wouldn't mind, though he wondered how the two would work, considering they were both dominants.<br/><br/>Only time would tell, it seemed.<br/><br/>Without any hint of hesitation, Ailess went to his locker room which was only right around the corner, setting the device inside before he walked back to the kitchen, as he had promised, before he heard Lux's next question. His work? This woman had a rather curious mind, didn't she? Maybe she planned on finding out who he was n order to blackmail him, so others had tried before.<br/><br/>"I'm in the music industry." A rather vague answer, but it was better then saying what he was specifically; it would only narrow down the options for her to pick out of, before she would figure out who he was. That wouldn't be the smartest move, now would it? "People that you speak of find pleasure from money and power, simple as that. Things that you care for just don't seem to interest them." He then glanced towards her when he remembered what she had said about not having to leave so early.<br/><br/>He gave a hint of a chuckle.<br/><br/>"And what sort of fun do you recommend?"