Post by Nyxy ( 血の花 ) on Apr 7, 2014 22:09:55 GMT
Nyxy surveys the guest room she was given, compared to the hovel she was used to calling home this room was a palace by itself. She was unsure what exactly Mr. Drake wanted with her, but she knew she could get used to a life like this. She walked up to an ornate sitting table staring into the mirror, her eyes held tired lines from working long shifts at the triage building. She undid the braid tying her hair back letting the black silken strands fall around her shoulders and back. Mr. Drake's assistant that strange old male who gave her the invitation had told her a warm shower could be had. Nyxy had just been happy to nibble upon fruit on the ride to this place. But a shower to boot? "if this is a dream please don't wake me till after the shower" she mummers stripping off her suit. The black pantsuit the only nice article of clothing she owned, her only other was a dark blue uniform that was normally covered with blood or other fluids from the injured or sick. Even her suit suffered from lack of an iron and the fact that its owner could not properly bathe due to only having a sink in her room back home. She went into the adjoining bathroom and marveled at the claw foot tub and the walk in shower unsure of which to use. She had never had a proper bubble bath before, walking up to the tub she traced her fingers across its cool surface then smiled at several bottles of soap. Picking up a purple colored bottle she pulled off the lid and breathed in the wonderful smell of lavender..."I think a bath will suit me better than a shower." She grinned starting up the water. She was shocked by how instantly hot the water was nearly burning her skin, hot water was another small perk she could find herself getting used to. She watched the water turn the purple liquid from the bottle into rich foaming bubbles. Stepping into the water she sank down with a low moan enjoying the warm water on her skin.
She closed her eyes and mentally played out the scenario. For some reason she was chosen along with the others. While some she felt aggravated by she knew that in order to get those papers she would have to play it smart. While she was capable of doing a lot on her own, a team would be better in order to get in and out of that place. She stopped the water not wanting to flood the bathroom then leaned back thinking again. Between the ones she spoke to just a little while ago four stood out as people she could work with for now. The strange yet oddly good looking one who seemed to have medical knowledge. While his vibe was creepy he may have expertise they need in case of injury, Nyxy's training would only do so much she supposed. Then the two quiet ones, the skittish female who looked to be a tech head, and the quiet male who could pick doors, they would definitely come in handy for this. Finally Jolene, while Nyxy sensed no malice from the woman she could tell this was not someone she would normally have associated with even as a fellow slummer. But something about Jolene made Nyxy curious to why she was invited as well, all the others while strange had skills that would make sense to an employer, but Jolene from what Nyxy could tell was the kind of girls they normally ended up putting toe tags on in triage after a pimp strangled them or they OD'ed in the street. 'She can at least provide as bait for whatever we are going up against' Nyxy thought with a shrug. She began to rub a sponge against her skin, then washed her long hair, the feeling of the hot soapy water against her silken strands more pleasurable then she thought possible. She had taken plenty of cold showers back home, and washed in the sink of her own place every day. But this was different, this was luxury even in the smallest form, and Nyxy wanted more of this. she was determined to do anything necessary to never go back to her old life." Standing up she walks over to a mirror smiling thought forty years old her job and lack of eating kept her lithe and lean. Her curves did not suffer too much in fact if she had wanted to she could have used her body to make a living, but Nyxy felt above that. She grabbed a thick towel working from her head to her toes, turning to the side revealing a serpentine dragon tattoo that went from her right shoulder blade to her left hip, the markings of youth.
Heading back into the bedroom she wondered if she would have to sleep naked not wishing to put back on her pantsuit. A knock made her jump, she wrapped the towel around her body. "Yes?" A servant entered the room "I am here to retrieve your garment for washing. Nyxy nodded shocked by the offer. The servant gathered up her clothes undergarments included then paused "there is night attire in the closet, Mr. Drake will not mind you using them. Is there anything I can get you?" Nyxy paused thn shook her head no, she was still slightly unsure about Mr. Drake and did not want to use up too much of his kindness. As the servant left she opened the closet and marveled at the silken clothes that she would be allowed to use. She picked a soft red night gown it fell to just passed her knees, dipping down at her chest the thin spaghetti straps resting on her shoulders. "Is this real silk?" she wondered rubbing the material against her skin smiling. She did not care she felt like royalty, taking a brush to her hair she pulled the wet knots loose then climbed up onto the bed, a real bed to sleep in. The long hours she put in that day a long with the long life of working caught up with her, she barely covered up before passing out. While to someone like Mr. Drake such things as a hot shower and clean clothes was something he probably took for granted, this little act sealed a bit of loyalty to him from Nyxy, and if he did employ her, she would gladly work for someone who could provide her a life like this. A grin graced her face as she slept her mind still planning how to win her would be benefactors favor.