Realistically, What Did You Expect?

For this session of therapy, Harper had suggested that she meet Lust on his own ground, so to speak. The next part of their sessions needed to focus on him and what he was seeking out of their continued partnership towards his goals, and to be able to make some breakthroughs, and really focus on breaking down the barriers that she still occasionally felt him put up when she touched a topic she suggested they move their sessions to somewhere he was comfortable. After all, her patient's comfort was paramount for her, and he had been exceptionally honest with her from the very beginning, so she had no problems meeting him in his home. Or as it came to be, the Lux, a nightclub within the city he owned.

Either way it went, it was his home turf, and she felt no reservations as she let herself in the front door. It was too early in the day for it to be in full swing, but was closer to the dinner hour before when she'd expect the place to be jumping with activity, and, pleasantly, she realized she was correct as she stepped inside and waited a moment for her eyes to adjust from the afternoon sunshine to the darker interior. She was a bit early for their session, but she liked to make sure she arrived before time -- being late was not an option for her.

Once her eyes adjusted, she stepped in and looked for someone who would be able to direct her where to go, her gaze falling on a pretty brunette who looked like they belonged there, no sign of anxiousness, or day drinking that would account for her not being on staff. She waited to observe a moment, before she moved over towards the woman, a bright smile on her face as she tucked her work bag up under her arm, to hold out a hand to shake in greeting. Hi there! I'm Harper, I know you're not open right this moment, but I'm here for a meeting with Mister Lustara, you wouldn't happen to know if he's around would ya?

@Dejah Fate

Dejah had come in early because her boss had texted her that he had something to take care of and needed someone he trusted watching over the club. She wore one of her usual revealing dresses that showed off her red tattoos. all over her body.

The half-elf woman sat at the bar, her fingers gingerly tracing the rim of her glass. When someone approached her and introduced herself. Dejah turned and gave the woman one of her most welcoming smiles.

She shook her hand “I am Dejah, I’m afraid he had something to take care of and is not here. I can attempt to entertain you until he arrives if you wish.” she gave her a smile that showed her prefect pearly white teeth. “I’m not sure how long he will be truth be told.” she added. She gestured the bartender over.

“Care to order anything on me.” she said as her grey eyes roamed over the woman trying to size up why she would be meeting with her boss, not a client that was for sure. Dejah knew all their clients and this was a face she did not know, meaning Lust was hiding this woman from this side of his life.

That made Dejah want to know more, she was a curious creature out of habit.

Dejah, like Deja vu? Harper tilted her head to the side slightly, wondering if she got it right, the semi Orlesian accent making the words sound richer, on the woman’s name. She knew it was an Orlesian language base, of that she was certain, she had spent too much time in the city during university to not recognize it, and Harper was happy to discover that the language came back to her near instantly, even if she had decided to settle in Antiva City instead of the south. Antiva was better suited to her particular brand of therapy. Break-ins included.

Lustara seems to be a very busy man. This was our set time to meet, so I suppose, I could hang around a little bit.. She nodded to herself and then took steps towards the bar area, replaying the conversation over in her mind. She had made sure not to say anything that could be a breach in her contract with the demon, she did take his, and her own, confidentiality to heart. Which meant that if conversations went towards her profession, she needed to keep it to the more semi-illicit side of her trade. It would make for good conversation, talk of her mercenary days.

Thank you, you don’t happen to have any of the delicious coffee that seems to be everywhere in this quarter of the city, do you? I could use an espresso right about now. She had just come from a young patient, nightmares, and fears of blight inside the City that was protected. Not unreasonable fears, but something a child of five didn’t need to be deathly afraid of. And she had three more visits before her evening hours would conclude. Her day was really only getting started, and she had a bit of snooping to do on Lustara to help her with. Do you enjoy working here, Dejah? And for Mister Lustara?

Easier to open with questions to get someone else talking about themselves.

@‘Dejah Fate’