She wasn't in it for the game, but the blonde haired woman was good at pretending to care, especially in the way her green eyes lit up when a good play was being made at the table, or when someone won the game. Though her eyes weren't entirely what the men playing were oogling when it wasn't their turn, for the way the little white dress the ample bosomed woman wore made it appear as if those ample bosoms were about to pop out.
Of course, that was her aim. Sadly, she found men to be far too predictable, so her- having incredible assets, she was smart enough to know how to put them to use. Though as one particular man appeared to win and win...
He caught her eyes, and she- well, she wished she caught more of his.
Perhaps she had, but it was hard to say. She had tried to remain cool and collected, but the heavy, blonde wig made her already, doubly heavy red hair hidden beneath, put a lot of strain on her neck and shoulders. Thankfully she was used to it, but once the continuous winner had left, she nonchalantly pursued.
Once alone, she cracked her neck and took a moment to stretch and prepare her next move. She had followed him to an inn on the shadier side of town and she was trying to act inconspicuous because well...
As she was checking out the winnings, the very item she had been hunting after was put up for a bid. And it just so happened this man had won it. She knew it was the right item because sometime during the night, she had snuck away and used her dust viewing spectacles to reveal that the necklace, was in fact, the one that she sought. And it glowed lightly with dust. But even if it wasn't heavily containing dust, dust was dust and well...
This particular kind of 'dust' (only visible to her through her concocted and uniquely enchanted spectacles), was also only truly valuable to her (or so she had deduced). Even still, she had to figure out a way to get it back, and once she felt she had waited an ample amount of time, she stepped into the place and noticed the man all alone at a table. And the smile she wore was foxy, and her hips carried an extra sway as she moved towards him and paused just before the chair opposing him at the table.
"You're lookin' mighty lonely there. Care if I take this seat? That way we can share the table and maybe provide one another a bit of company."
Besides, she knew it might not be long before others might come to join them- both to gamble and well...
Probably flirt with her. But she wanted to flash this body to Sylas, and no body else...
Unless they had some dust. Or links to it. Not that she could ask. No body knew what dust was. It was, after all, a phrase she and her father had coined-
and also, just something most might not believe.
