She suddenly found herself sitting in a rather comfortable chair in a rather comfortable room with a rather comfortable looking Simon Black sitting next to her, comfortably sipping a cup of tea. The room, couches, tea cups, everything was very, very white. The only things in the room that were not white were April, Simon...and a third person.
He wore a very fine red jacket, made of soft, expensive looking velvet. A pair of white silk gloves adorned his hands, and he stood tall and thin. A pair of riding boots covered his feet, and he wore blue velvet pants. His face was thin and a little gaunt, with wiry silvery hair and a single monocle covering his right eye, which was bright red. The other eye was green. He smiled warmly, and handed April a cup of tea.
"Hello there. Nice of you to drop in on me."
His voice was rich and accented, with a soft, sensual feel to it, as if he were whispering to a lover. He had an air of excess about him--signs that he was, or had been, a very wealthy man. Cultured, sophisticated--the whole shebang.
"I do hope it was not too difficult on you to locate me. I have been told that finding my home is...well, a tad difficult. Not that, ultimately, it matters because-"
He gave her a sly wink.
"I hate visitors. But, manners and manners, I do believe we must introduce ourselves. Mr. Black and I are already...acquainted. You and I are not--something I must rectify. I am Aleister Crowley. The Wickedest Man in the World."
