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[Outside -> Entry Hall]
Two women walked the path to the mansion, studying it thoughtfully.
The first was a short old woman, dressed all in black: the practical slacks and sweater of an academic, and a hijab wrapped around her head. But her most distinctive feature were the burn scars that covered much of the left half of her face, leaving an empty eye socket she covered with a patch. The rest of her face wasn't too much better: she had never been beautiful, and her light peach skin now bore the marks of much age and stress.
She studied the mansion with her remaining hazel eye. "Another one of... these places," she said, her voice weary. She rubbed her forehead and said, "I'm still not sure this is a good idea. Hopefully this time, nobody ends up having a mental breakdown and torturing a psychopath to death."
The woman she spoke to was an athletic, dark-skinned woman, standing just over six feet, with elegant features, gray eyes and dark violet hair, kept in a short, messy pixie cut. She was dressed in jeans, a tank top, and a windbreaker, intentionally chosen to show off her physique. Even at thirty, she was still more than able to attract the attention of men and women alike. Looking at her companion with an expression of sympathy, the tall woman said, "you just got unlucky, Samira. Places like this have always been fun for me." She smiled fondly. "I usually end up naked and teasing people, and nothing bad's ever happened to me yet."
Samira looked over and said, "Aseyu..." Then, deciding not to encourage her, she just shook her head and changed the topic. "On the bright side, this place doesn't feel as..." she paused, to breathe in the refreshing chill, "...intense as the last one."
Aseyu nodded and said, "I'm not sure what I'm hoping for more... a like-minded soul, or someone easily embarassed to toy with."
Samira sighed, rubbed her head and said, "Aseyu, please, do try and maintain something resembling decency." Then, realizing just how unlikely that was, she added, "or, at least make sure the people you mess with really deserve it."
They entered, and looked around the empty entry hall. "Huh," Samira said, "nobody here."
Aseyu tossed her windbreaker aside, and said, "well, the invitation did say not to worry about the host and to help ourselves to whatever."
Samira frowned and said, "makes you worry he's watching us, a bit, doesn't it?"
Aseyu grinned broadly and said, "ooh... kinky. I'll be sure to give him a show."
Samira just sighed, and brought her palm to her face with an audible "thwack."
edited 28th Jan '13 6:02:14 PM by KillerClowns