<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Mayor_cochran.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Mayor Cochran<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Sweetrock<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Babel's Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Matthew Ford, Bella<br/><hr/>He watched the touch of her hand, the lewd thoughts in his mind practically crawling across his eyes.  He made no effort to conceal them, and every time he spoke, his<em>unspoken</em>thoughts were infused in every syllable, illicitly describing how much he’d like to peel her dress of and see her earn an altogether different kind of keep here at the Tower.  But he was enough a gentleman to not voice the thoughts aloud - even if they dripped from his tongue anyway.<br/><br/>“Well, passion is certainly an<em>admirable</em>quality.  Did the good<em>innkeeper</em>receive a full sampling of your arts, or did you only dangle the most delectable of your skills in front of him?”  He smiled at the little touch - though it was wholly unnecessary to keep him interested.  “No pardons  needed,” he promised.  “And I would<em>certainly</em>enjoy a few stolen moments.  Before or after your show.”<br/><br/>He escorted her back towards the seat, taking the inside of the booth and patting the seat next to him.  “Yes, not many places in Gomorra carrying anything like a wine list,” he mused.  “But while there are all manners of responsibilities and offices entrusted to me, I’m the sort of man who feels the very best leaders are those capable of delegating.  Which is not to say I’m not capable of hard work myself - believe it or not, I began my days in Gomorra as a miner, much like most of the men who come to this town.  Made a lucky strike early on, and have since invested my earnings carefully.”  He smiled and slid a hand over her knee, under the cover of the tabletop.  “But I would be far more inclined to<em>show</em>you some of the secrets this city holds.  As I’m certain you have a few interestings secrets of your own to unfold, Bella.”  His gaze fell towards the scoop of her dress, and he gave a smile.  “Perhaps after your public performance we can arrange a …<em>private</em>performance for my… relaxation.”<br/><br/>He glanced up at one of the waitresses who drew close.  She gave him a patently polite smile, but shifted her attention to Bella.<br/><br/>“The other performer … isn’t going to be making it in.  Fell ill, I think.  Solomon wants you to go on early, but… he said to make sure it was appropriate for the<em>front</em>room, not the back,” she offered, conveying her message and not quite clear what it implied.  "He also said you got ten minutes to work out accompaniment with Mr. Flanagan, the pianist."  She nodded her head towards the back of the stage.