His smile is perfect and unmoving on his face as he laces their fingers together. The crowd around them coos with jealousy and Alecto laughs. "Oh, I'm sure you'll surprise me, Mr. Archer. Your friends have told me quite a lot about you."
He leads the way, sauntering towards a suite at the very top, where they can barely hear the music below. "They say you made your fortune with your craft. You're a talented writer, no?"
The door opens to an elaborate room filled with candles and sumptuous rugs and draped silk. It was a cacophony of color and pattern and scent, one that Alecto - the true chameleon that he was here at the Moulin Rouge - could easily manipulate and transform against. Here, in this room, he could take the shape of any number of dreams and desires, for any range of tastes and expectations.
"Wait here just a moment, handsome," he says, tongue curling around the syllables, his hand pressing delicately but insistently against Josh's chest. "Let me slip into something a little more chic." He presses down, eyeing the armchair behind the man. "Sit."
Alecto disappears behind a trifold screen near the large bed with its elaborate heart-shaped headboard, his shadow a deliberate tease as it's cast long and slender across the ground. When he reappears, he's wearing a black, lacey number and a short translucent robe. "Much better, wouldn't you say?"
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He leads the way, sauntering towards a suite at the very top, where they can barely hear the music below. "They say you made your fortune with your craft. You're a talented writer, no?"
The door opens to an elaborate room filled with candles and sumptuous rugs and draped silk. It was a cacophony of color and pattern and scent, one that Alecto - the true chameleon that he was here at the Moulin Rouge - could easily manipulate and transform against. Here, in this room, he could take the shape of any number of dreams and desires, for any range of tastes and expectations.
"Wait here just a moment, handsome," he says, tongue curling around the syllables, his hand pressing delicately but insistently against Josh's chest. "Let me slip into something a little more chic." He presses down, eyeing the armchair behind the man. "Sit."
Alecto disappears behind a trifold screen near the large bed with its elaborate heart-shaped headboard, his shadow a deliberate tease as it's cast long and slender across the ground. When he reappears, he's wearing a black, lacey number and a short translucent robe. "Much better, wouldn't you say?"