bella notte

Bastien That old celestial circus With teeth and fingernails I'll carve a place, you'll see. "Ah. Yes. The business." Bastien rolled his shoulders in an easy shrug. "I wanted very much to inject a bit of that kind of joy in this place, but...I could not find enough participants. It is such a town of prudes, this place." From Phoebe's cold words to the absolute lack of interest in his brothel...it was a far cry from the hedonistic heaven he'd found in Venice. "Perhaps I shall begin to wander with you." Lucas congratulated him on his Ascension and he posed with his hands under his chin and his fangs showing in a toothy smile. "I must say, rather well. The process itself was...ah. Belissimo. And I was given a gift...and pleased a lady friend of mine very well with it. A rather good first few days, I think." There were still things to work out for his Ascension to be everything he wanted it to be, though. With no trace of embarrassment he pointed to Lucas' crotch. "I understand that ah, attirare l'attenzione can be a little difficult. How did you accomplish it?" If Lucas didn't understand the language he would certainly understand the hand motion, Bastien's finger rising slowly up in a way clearly suggestive.