Maeve
It's a silly thing to let such a tame comment make her pulse quicken in anticipation, a flush coloring her cheeks enticingly, but it does all the same. It's just what she needs to keep her mind centered here and not at the apartment she's left days ago now. Her satisfaction is palpable, warming in her belly at his words as she peeks back over her shoulder, a saccharine sweet smile on her lips that has an edge of sharpness that only someone like Jack might pick up on. Opposite as they might be, they understand this game perfectly, dancing around each other with ease. "Please, captain, flatter me some more. I do so like the way it sounds coming from you." Maeve purrs, eyes raking over his soaking wet form before she finally turns her attention to the goods, examining to make sure everything is in order.
Satisfied with not only the goods, but the company as well, Maeve makes her selections from the crates and focuses back on Jack. With an extended hand she takes a hold of the captain, drawing him along behind her, "Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen. The girls are eager for your company." The Madame drawls, offering them all a smile as she drifts towards the stairs with Jack in tow, heels echoing against the wood as she starts up them.
"A towel, a bath, a pile of blankets by the fire... Whatever you want, love. That isn't the surprise, though." Maeve tosses him a wink over her shoulder as they reach the top of the stairs for the third floor, heading down the hall to what can only be her personal working room. A key is produced from somewhere and given how skintight the dress she's wearing is, it's truly a mystery just where it came from, but it slips into the lock with ease. The Madame pushes open the door, revealing a room that is likely familiar yet different to the Captain, having a similar layout to the other rooms.
It's larger by far, having been her former apartment which has since been converted to be suitable just for this purpose. A larger four poster bed rests against the wall, neatly made with rich fabrics in various shades of grey, lavender, and wine. A plush pelt of some sort rests in front of the fireplace, a couch lives to the side of that, a small coffee table completing the sitting space. Towards the far end of the room there is a room divider, sectioning off another part that could easily be uncovered should he wish, but Maeve glides towards the couch and places her selected treats onto the table.
Moving further into the room, the Madame disappears behind the divider only to reappear a few moments later with two glasses and a towel for him, the former is set onto the table along with the bottle. She holds out the towel, "Please make yourself comfortable. Can hang your clothes to dry if you'd like. You won't be needing them soon anyway." Maeve drawls, lowering herself to sit on the edge of the couch, uncorking the bottle to pour them both a glass.
Satisfied with not only the goods, but the company as well, Maeve makes her selections from the crates and focuses back on Jack. With an extended hand she takes a hold of the captain, drawing him along behind her, "Enjoy yourselves, gentlemen. The girls are eager for your company." The Madame drawls, offering them all a smile as she drifts towards the stairs with Jack in tow, heels echoing against the wood as she starts up them.
"A towel, a bath, a pile of blankets by the fire... Whatever you want, love. That isn't the surprise, though." Maeve tosses him a wink over her shoulder as they reach the top of the stairs for the third floor, heading down the hall to what can only be her personal working room. A key is produced from somewhere and given how skintight the dress she's wearing is, it's truly a mystery just where it came from, but it slips into the lock with ease. The Madame pushes open the door, revealing a room that is likely familiar yet different to the Captain, having a similar layout to the other rooms.
It's larger by far, having been her former apartment which has since been converted to be suitable just for this purpose. A larger four poster bed rests against the wall, neatly made with rich fabrics in various shades of grey, lavender, and wine. A plush pelt of some sort rests in front of the fireplace, a couch lives to the side of that, a small coffee table completing the sitting space. Towards the far end of the room there is a room divider, sectioning off another part that could easily be uncovered should he wish, but Maeve glides towards the couch and places her selected treats onto the table.
Moving further into the room, the Madame disappears behind the divider only to reappear a few moments later with two glasses and a towel for him, the former is set onto the table along with the bottle. She holds out the towel, "Please make yourself comfortable. Can hang your clothes to dry if you'd like. You won't be needing them soon anyway." Maeve drawls, lowering herself to sit on the edge of the couch, uncorking the bottle to pour them both a glass.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
