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Title: The Harbor Folk - Luxuria's Lance
Song: Lesley Roy - "When I Look At You"
Universe: Agent DreamWriter - Character Sketch
Word Count: 330
Rating/Warnings: PG-13, adult content mentioned briefly/implied red light district, but nothing in-depth
Summary: DreamWriter rarely heads into the Harbor, but tonight she's visiting an asset in Luxuria.


DreamWriter rarely ventures into the Harbor except to track down her assets who have more understanding of things going on in this deeper grungier end of the city.

The Harbor's one of those places where she has to pretend to be someone she's not. The pendant at her neck isn't her true crystal. The one she's wearing is programmed to be two shades darker than hers; this isn't a glamour she uses lightly because it's high risk and she can't keep it too long without feeling sick (one of the downfalls of being closer to changeling white than changeling grey).

Tonight, she's delivering a message to Lance who runs one of the best joints in Luxuria the luxuriant, flashy and plush district where sex sells.

As she sits at the bar, sipping a glass of wine, she lets her eyes unfocus as she looks at the dance floor, sensing the way the energy moves around. It's not hard to track Lance down, surrounded by women, because he automatically catches even her unfocused eyes; one of the many benefits of his own status. Tonight he's using a grunge glamour: ripped jeans and tattoo sleeves. It's appealing to the female masses in one of the basest ways: someone the needy girls who chase boys would try to fix because it pretty much falls on the mid-low end of bad boy.

Well, she doesn't have a lot of time, might as well play along. She watches him on the dance floor a little longer and then dances with the flow, using her darkened glamour to weave her own magic around her, catching his attention back.

She winks and presses a finger to her lips as she hands him the folded piece of paper between her fingers, making a "call me" gesture with her now empty hand, before slinking away. He nods once with a seductive smile and then disappears back into the crowd of dancers.

She knows she'll get word from him later.


written for a song challenge on [livejournal.com profile] dz_writing. edited 2014-12-21.
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