16139/Why do they even bother trying

Why do they even bother trying
Date of Scene:	22 March 2024
Location:	Rockefeller Center, Midtown Manhattan
Synopsis:	Professional courtesy between vamps. Emma gives Satana a quality fashion tip. Robbers learn the hard way not to piss off the Ice Queen and a Hell Lord. Satana has an early lunch.
Cast of Characters:	Satana, Emma Frost

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Satana has posed:
It's a bustling day in Rockefeller Center. Not for the usual reasons: no huge signs blaring "EVERYTHING MUST GO!" or "GOING OUT OF BUSINESS!" It's just Friday and the socialites are out in force to buy their overpriced outfits and accessories for the 'raves' (though approximately as underground as one of the floating cities from a cheap SF movie) they intend to attend this evening.

And in the middle of the madness is the Lao Feng Hua jewelry outlet. While it has the minimal number of items in its windows and display cases to be plausible, in reality it rarely sells any of those. To those in the know, this unassuming shop has one of the finest jewel smiths of Manhattan behind it, and its prices reflect this to the point that the hoi polloi of the socialites tend to shy away from it in fear of its prices.

So naturally it's the haunt of the truly wealthy. People like the Frosts. The Osbornes.

And the Hellstroms when they're in town.

Well, one Hellstrom in particular. Satana Hellstrom, the enigmatic shit-stirrer of high society, is in town, in the Rockefeller Center, and in Lao Feng Hua, dressed in her inimitable way: today in a red microdress so intimately bound to her form it might as well be inside her skin, revealing with each motion that she is either wearing dental floss as an undergarment or, possibly, nothing at all.

All in all it would be a terribly cheap look if it weren't for the fact that it is painfully expensively tailored from the finest materials, augmented with accents of platinum, and worn with a decorative belt that hangs at a jaunty angle off of one hip made of large platinum loops, buckled up front with what looks like a genuine skull, though of what animal is entirely unclear. (What animal has both horns and a mouthful of fangs!?) The lace up patent leather boots that go up to midthigh help focus the attention on the dangerously daring hemline.

Currently bent over the counter to look at something the poor sales clerk is presenting (the clerk desperately trying not to stare at what's only barely not spilling out of the top of the gown), Satana is looking over a jewelry item, pursing her lips.

"This is wonderful. Now, do you do the clitoral piercing in the shop, or is this something done at another premise?"

The clerk tries not to sink into the floor as his face turns almost purple.

Emma Frost has posed:
It's funny how life throws curve balls, mostly cause another woman walks into the place. When you name-drop, of course, she'll show up. of course, it's Emma who, like Satana, isn't wearing much; in this case, she's wearing more; that's always a first for her since her corset counts as more material, if barely.

     She is a sucker for old Favorites, and her White queen outfit always tickles a part of herself. But as she struts into the room, her cold look only seems to add to her beauty; she barely glances towards the poor boy who's falling to bits.. she's slowly looking over the form of the woman that's the source of the poor man's issues.

     Her voice feels like velvet that rubs along your cheek " Boy , Go fetch Emerald ". Her tone and voice clearly showed that it wasn't a request.

     Thankfully, the boy seems to get the hint from her look and scoots. " I recommend the Jewled covers. They provide coverage while dancing the line."

Satana has posed:
Satana cocks an eyebrow as the clerk scurries off, disappointed that her plaything has left (and truth be told, mildly miffed at it). She turns to face the newcomer, seeming ready to give the woman a dressing down when her eyes catch Emma's form and she stops before any but the first phone of the first word leaves her mouth.

That first phone is 'wh'.

Tilting her head, letting her curiosity (and attraction) get the better of her irritation, she surveys Emma face to toes. And back up. The trip back up a far slower, more languid one, lingering in key places.

"Line?" she asks, as the first question out of her mouth.

Then she adds something in the black tongue of Hell, as a test. "Lat rae ishi izub trov". Those who speak the language will know it means 'You are in my territory'. Those who don't will likely assume that aphasia has just reared its ugly head.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost She doesn't seem to mind the look over. If anything, her face shows she expects it, and still, her eyes and face are all cold as ice, but that only adds to her alure; letting the other woman look her over after all, she did the same before.

     She returns the favor through " Jiak doubt avail, duralumin" before switching to English since it's just them. " While Hellstrom is on the VIP list, your family is only here infrequently. It's also faux pa to claim what is considered universal turf." She moves to check a display even as her hand brushes Satana's hip. " The line is showing as much as possible while covering the golden goods."

     She reaches out with her mind to delay the girl coming in enjoying sparing with the other woman.

Satana has posed:
The return in Infernal raises an eyebrow and engenders a quick hand gesture ... and a further look of even more puzzlement.

"You're not ... what I assumed you were." A succubus. This is blasting loudly into the air from her thoughts since, as yet, she has no idea she's dealing with a telepath. Her hand rests on top of Emma's hand as it brushes her hip, trapping it in place. And briefly, one portion of her mind is picturing Emma bound and held at the cusp of sanity with an exquisite blend of pain and pleasure. Then that vanishes and is replaced by imagined tastes. Then that vanishes and is replaced by imagined return sensations to touches. And so on.

This person has something lurking behind her that is one-tracked.

"Do forgive me," she purrs, stepping well into Emma's personal space with such fluidity and naturalness that it takes a short time to even recognize that she has. That moment of recognition likely being when her free hand rests on Emma's other hip.

"I'd assumed you were hunting, and was warning you off if you were. Naturally I make no claims on the mere ... physical."

Her mind dismisses the jewelry when she says physical. It doesn't dismiss the images of Emma in a wide variety of physical states.

"Satana Hellstrom, of the Boston Hellstroms." She's not even lying. Just not telling the whole truth if the throne room teeming with demonic servitors is anything to go by. Because that's what's in her mind alongside the sumptuous, old-money mansion.

Emma Frost has posed:
     Normally, Emma would scoff or even coldly push off anybody inside her space without her permission, but this is part of the game, so she doesn't mind. Besides, the other person is like her old money and extra. In her case, she became rich on her own and came from old money.

     She doesn't even mind the hand on her soft hip. The lewd thoughts she's used to. " I heard your family dabbled with demons; I had no idea you dipped that much." She looks over at Satana again.

     She looks to the door, and the boy runs, too. "You can't tell me you wanted that boy.. that's like drinking a diet Coke for the sugar " .

     She looks back at her " Lat're avoo ukexausan for ukomeavhaumn avhaav lighav " . She points, " Those discs you put them over your nipples.. that way, if your top slips, you still covered and look good " .

Satana has posed:
"Oh, I was just toying with him. Mortals are so... entertaining when they struggle against their true natures," Satana scoffs, adding, again in Infernal so anybody listening in gets stymied, "Ug ugg shebulukh--ash nazg durgatzshar!" I don't dabble in demons--I am one!

Her mouth twists into a wicked grin. "Care to guess what kind?" she asks, finishing with a lascivious wink. "I'll give you a hint: it's the kind I mistook you for."

Her eyes then trace Emma's arm, again in a languid journey, seeming to enjoy all the aspects of the human body, not merely the primary and secondary sexual characteristics. Her mind is imagining the tastes and textures under her tongue as the eye travels. But then they, with some reluctance, follow the point to the items mentioned.

"Huh. Those do look entertaining. My top doesn't slip unless I want it to, but with those factored in, I could let it slip more without falling afoul of obscenity laws."

Her mind fills with a room full of dead lawyers poring over law books so that her outfits fall only barely within the legal ordnances for obscenity.

"Thank you very much for the suggestion."

And now, with a quick test of her top, she is equipped with exactly the kinds of shields that Emma recommended, albeit in a slightly spikier design that shows interesting outlines through the top on the side she hasn't pulled down.

"You're right. This is a wonderful addition. It's a pity you're not one of us. You'd do so ... well."

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost Laughs brightly. " Who says I'm not like you? " She lifts a cool eyebrow, but she shrugs. "Besides, if you were a pure demon, you would have the last name, Hellstrom, " She quips back.

     She Tugs the top and looks " very nice, but you should replace the spikes with gems.. less tacky," she adds .

     The other woman finally shows a rather sexy redhead who smiles at Emma.. and just nods when Emma points and brings out a selection of discs

     Emma is about to get to something fun when a man and woman burst in with masks and cut loose with a Gun into the cieling..

     But what causes the man to stop is the cold.. look from Emma she's giving him as if she just stepped on a bug and it insulted her by making a mess.

Satana has posed:
Nobody. NOBODY. NOBODY DARES interrupt a Lord of Hell entertaining her next meal. Unless they want to become said next meal. Emma's look causes the man enough consternation to throw him off his game, making his masked lady partner stare at him.

"Really, Chester?! Some whores flash their tits and you just stare?!"

Rookie mistake. Using the guy's name. Obviously first-timers.

But then the stakes get raised as Satana's voice enters the fray. It's her usual thrilling contralto that slips into the ears and curls up around the amygdala to wrap it in fuzzy purring, but underlying it now is a deeper, darker, harsher voice, almost, but not quite, a full octave lower (for maximum dissonance). And that angry voice, says...

They're likely going to be last-timers.

"WHO DARES INTERRUPT MY CONVERSATION!?"

She doesn't have Emma's ice queen vibe. Instead she has that whole Lord of Hell vibe. The change is subtle. A more commanding posture. Hardening of the jawline. Amber eyes turning pitch, glossy black with pinpoints of flame where the pupils should be. The horns sprouting out of her head, curling alongside her face like a ram's. The bat-like wings that tear out of her back with a sickening squelch.

Anybody with any sense of smell whatsoever will note the distinctive ammonia-tinged scent of someone who's just voided their bladder. Those with more discriminating scent will notice that it's two different scents...

And Satana leaps forward at the man with the gun.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost Still, with that Ice Queen look on her face, she watches the change. It causes Both eyebrows to go up. Double eyebrow lifts from a woman who was face to face with Galactus and once had the power of the phoenix force inside her.

     she licks her lips " Love the Tail.. super cute.. needs a chain though " She can't help to give that bitchy comment, but she means it honestly. She is impressed as she watches the other woman attack.

     Funny enough, the girl all she does is slowly remove her mask.. then her coat, and slowly slides down to kneel on the ground.. terror and tears run down her face as Emma walks forward to rub her cheek. " Shhhh " .

Satana has posed:
The woman's life has likely been saved by going to her knees. That puts her out of Satana's sight as she pins the man against a counter, her face mere millimetres from him.

"No, please, no, don't kill me!" the man begs. "I've got kids to f..."

"YOU LIE!" Satana thunders. "And is it not written in the Whoreson's book that thou shalt not bear false witness?"

There's rage in that voice as she names the sin.

"And you looked upon the pair of us with lust. The same book of the same Whoreson says that you've committed adultery in your heart."

Then the rage leaves the voice (but not the thoughts, thoughts paired with an almost unbearable hunger). "But I'll give you one last chance. All you have to do is kiss me without sinful thought. If you do it, I set you free. If you don't ... your soul is forfeit."

The man tries to let out a wail of fear and desperation, but it's stifled by a pair of hungry lips. Hungry in many ways, as the thoughts reveal: She wants this kiss. She wants to feel the man's body against hers. She wants to feel his skin touching hers. She wants this and much more. But she also wants something from the man that is not physical, though it's unclear what.

The man's eyes widen at the contact, and his face relaxes into bliss, then excitement, then, climax, a climax that shudders his whole body.

Emma's brain is flooded with his pleasure as his reptile brain savours the pleasures that flood his body.

Satana's head moves back. "Sinner..." she murmurs.

And the man's thoughts, still flooded with bliss and pleasure start to register pain. First a small amount from a mysterious source, but then soon overwhelming pain that drowns out his pleasure. It becomes all-encompassing as some kind of purple, glowing energy forms in the widening space between Satana's mouth and his, shaped almost like a butterfly. His body shrinks as it desiccates, turning into a horrific mummy all while that purple builds up.

Finally Satana drops the empty husk and reaches for the purple butterfly, looking at it from all angles with admiration and intrigue.

"Murder. Adultery. Lust. Gluttony. Greed. This is going to taste nice!"

Taste?

Satana swallows the butterfly and chews it. An explosion of pleasure floods through her body, bringing her to a week-kneed climax of her own, radiating that to any who can hear thoughts.

"Whoo!" she says, after it all finishes, and while it felt like an eternity to onlookers, it in reality took under ten seconds from kiss to her recovery. "That was unexpectedly good!"

Human in appearance once again, she turns her head to Emma. "You can have that one. I'm full."

This is paired with a grin filled with malicious amusement as she stares at the woman.