After Raven drove off, you watched Rose meander back into
Exquisite. Following her through the flowery doors, she settled into a plush couch within the perfumed confines of the first room. Immediately, she was surrounded by two of her girls offering snacks, and one lovely lad who brought her makeup bag. Taking a deviled egg in one hand, she bit it viciously in half as she made short work of the snack. Her makeup bag wound up in her lap as she reapplied her lipstick with stronger-than-necessary strokes of bright red. After a moment, she studied herself in the compact mirror, then slipped everything back into the bag as she adjusted her rose-shaped eyepatch.
"The
nerve of that woman!" she exclaimed, causing her employees to draw back a few paces. Her hand moved to the hair of the young man and she pats him a bit, before she dismissed them all. "I'm offering her the chance that very seldom comes to even the most pleasant of my customers, and she turns her nose up at it! Who would refuse a catered date strewn with rose petals and fragrance? URGH! She makes me so... so...
irritated sometimes! Ah, but I do love her so."
She fell to contemplation after a moment or two, crossing her legs gracefully on the red-velour fabric — demonstrating just exactly how tight that dress was, and what it did to her legs. "Alright, Raven. Have it your way," she said, suddenly. "If you won't agree to allow me to woo you in the traditional fashion, I'll just have to spring it on you."
Her lips curled into a wicked smile, and her eyes fell half-lidded. "Yes, I think... I can do that. I'd need rose petals. Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. I'll have the catering company try their best at that beastly 'barbecue' she likes, and we'll make a night of it. If I'm forceful enough, she won't be able to resist. Perfect."
Snapping her fingers brought two ladies immediately to her side. "Have a drive set up. Donations of rose petals for vouchers. Buy up some reservations for some of the classier places in town, and offer those on the vouchers. If Raven wants to play hardball, I can play with the best of them. See to it that you store them cold. I want them fresh and bright when I dump them from the ceiling onto her cute little head."
With that, she dismissed the ladies, who went off immediately out the door to do as told. The music in the club switched to a more somber song as Rose's dark look turned to one of contentment.
Will you help her out?
