Owner	Pose
Dracula	He gave her the card. Was it a good thing? Hard to be sure. He hasn't actively or obviously tried to do her any harm. He's just the worst sort of peer pressure. The worst. He warned her that Rack was not the typical sort to exchange of services for money, but Dracula didn't warn her what exactly that would consist of. He implied, but never said anything outright. She can't miss the energy from the alley. She can easily sense what is going on. The alley appears to be a dead end, but she can sense the glamor at the end.
Willow Rosenberg	Willow paced back and forth several times. Should she? Should she not? In the end it was the way she felt when people like Thomas patted her on the head. Sure he loved her like a sister (which kept her safe from certain other of his predilections), but it was getting tiresome. Sure everyone listened to Harry when it came to magic. She was used to that. But the pats on the head were annoying. What if people like Tala, Satana, Harry, and Dracula were all right? What if her ability to do magic was only kept the way it was by her, and the fact that she didn't believe that she was powerful? What if that person could get her over that hump and believing in herself? To heck with the fact that Harry had tried to show her that she WAS powerful. Right now she didn't need someone who was dating her to tell her. She needed to hear it from herself. And so far, so hadn't managed to believe anything at all. Sure this Rack would have the answer? Surely he would be disgusted by her for taking his time.. or.. (and, secretly she hoped it was true).. this Rack would be gleeful to actually taste a little bit of what power could be. Taking a deep breath, she pushed through the glamor..
Dracula	She enters into what looks like a dated doctor's waiting room. There are even some magazines on a table next to a pea green leather couch. Some of those magazines are older than she is. Some might be older than Harry. The waiting room...she waits. Someone takes her name. Then she waits. Some more. For over an hour she waits. The door to the next room muffles sounds that almost sound pronographic. Finally she is lead into the next room. Two young women are leaving out the back door and one looks like Amy that she went to school with. They both look stoned out of their minds as the leave. The room looks like a throw back to the Playboy Mansion, circe 1970's in decor. The man at the far end of the room looks like anything other than Hefner. He looks young, but his aura say more,"Enter please." he offers pleasantly.
Willow Rosenberg	Oh great. If the waiting room wasn't enough, the 'doctor' was, What was she thinking of?? "Uh, I think I have the wrong address? I will show myself out." Drats! She had been played yet again. When would she ever learn??
Dracula	"That's too bad really." he replies as she turns to go,"I could taste your power for the last hour or better. I wanted to get a closer look, but if you like waiting and leaving." If she opens the door, three people are waiting in the waiting room. She'd been alone for over an hour,"You have a touch of Sunnydale like the last one I think. I can't be sure from here."
Willow Rosenberg	"That was a girl I went to high school with. In Sunnydale. I haven't been there as a resident for years." Willow stops at the door without opening it. "You can tell where a person is from?" That's different. "Tell me, where am I going from now." There were two answers that she would accept. Turning around at the door, she waited for his answer.
Dracula	"There is a lot of magical potential in Sunnydale." he tells her,"I can taste the taint of the Hellmouth on them." he explains. He hmms and studies her,"Gotham City is one. The other...I am not as familiar with. Almost like something there is pushing me back. Some sort of protector or some kind of presence that just over powers."
Willow Rosenberg	Drat! He was good! To the point that he knew about Harry's, and the Harry's was almost impossible to break. Whereas, her own home was much less tight, but could keep out particular beings with no problem. Harry's was broadband. Just a difference in how you protected yourself. Still.. "Everybody who knows something knows about the Hellmouth." D'uh. That is people who aren't mundane. And with that, Willow cringed. She hated to place regular people that way. "Fine. You pass the first test."
Dracula	"Good for me." he replies as he closes to her. His presence causes a stir and he waves a hand past her. She feels a charge of energy shoot through her. Like a magic narcotic. He hmms softly and turns back to the room,"You do taste like strawberries. If you want to feel something really wild it will only cost you a taste of your own power."
Willow Rosenberg	Willow shivers. Both in the frisson manner, and if she was truthful, a hint of desire. Power begets power.. "You must be smelling my hair. Strawberries and Sage." Willow was a fanatic about sage. Still she couldn't help but closing her eyes, and wondering.. was if so bad to see what this man could show her? Really?? Besides, one taste of her power? Didn't she feel her power - albeit, in very small doses - all the time?? She didn't quite say 'okay' but her body languages, and head shake said 'yes'.
Dracula	Rack indicates a pile of body pillows or a deep, lush couch. This gives her the option of where she would like to settle,"Fantastic." he tells her. Once she decides where she wants to settle he settles near her, though not totally violating her personal space yet,"Just lay back, relax, and let the magic move through you."
Willow Rosenberg	"I don't imagine you will get much out of this." Willow settles in the body pillows like a cat laying on a pillow, preening. Only, with Willow, she doesn't preen. The second she sits, they envelop her, and she could take a nap. Which is odd - the second before she was on edge. Weird. "Harry says I am very powerful. I guess he wouldn't lie. I just don't see what he does. Mmm."
Dracula	He reaches out, hand waving over her for a moment. Instantly she gets that little rush again, though it lasts longer. The power washes over her and sends all her senses into over drive. Not hurtful, blissful like a powerful drug. He doesn't comment, but she can feel just beneath the bliss, him take that taste. It doesn't hurt or do any damage. Rather it just takes a little slice of her power for him to savor,"I see what he sees and I would wager others do too."
Willow Rosenberg	"Everytime I reach out.." Willow was caught between what she had believed for so long now, and this other reality which opens up so much more. And frankly? She wanted to be that powerful. Even for only one moment to rub some peoples faces into it. The angel on her right shoulder told her it wasn't nice to rub anyone's faces in anything. But the dark thing on her left shoulder merely smiled. It knew better. "What if I tried to up the notch? Could I ?" Asking with a quiet voice, as though if she spoke out, the fairytale would be lost.
Dracula	He listens and continues to feed her power to get the high. A nod and he tells her,"You could turn it up any time you want to. The only thing limiting your power is you." With that she feels him really give her the kind of power that would shock her system. Then she slowly rises into the air, engergies playing over her nerve endings in all the pleasant kind of ways.
Willow Rosenberg	Oh! Even with her eyes closed she can see the trails following her every way she moves her eyes. "It's like a Kaleidoscope, only I am it." Willow should be worried. Very worried. Except she wasn't. She opens her eyes, still seeing the mirages. And as she touches each mirages becomes another shape. So entranced was she, she forgot Rack altogether.
Dracula	Taking a slow inhale, Rack seems to savor what he is taking from her even if it doesn't harm her. The longer he works within her power, the closer to the ceiling she gets until she is right there. She would just have to reach out at touch it, through the mirage. The mirage of course feels solid as she touches the ceiling and makes it all the more real.
Willow Rosenberg	For one moment she considers opening the ceiling up, to allow her to be bigger than big. Bigger than mountains. Bigger than the universe. Just.. one.. moment.. Then she realizes who she really is.. And comes tumbling back to reality. Blinking. "oh." Just that. Oh.
Dracula	When she starts to come to, he reaches in and stirs her up again. Dipping into her power, he amplifies it to the nth degree and washes her senses once more. She might still be her, but right now her power is just this side of uncnotrollably powerful. Down to Earth or not, she can't deny the power in the deepest part of her heart.
Willow Rosenberg	All around, everything disappears. Except her, and Rack. Standing on barely anything, and the world has gone. She touches the power which should have blown her away. But not this time. "Is this what it is for everyone?" Willow has to ask that - though she knows the answer."Is this what you see when you see me? Does Harry? It's like.. I can be anything." Then louder, "Anything."
Dracula	A slow smile spreads over his face. It's not that he's a bad guy so much as a mortally obscure guy. He replies,"It's what it's like to anyone who lets go. My power is different in how it works, but it is like that for me too. I can't speak for your friend from earlier or this Harry you keep speaking of. Everyone opens up to the power and if they let it flow.
Willow Rosenberg	Willow breathes the power in, and for a moment, it's all. It would be simple to let it take over her. She has to fight it. Her skin prickles with after effects. And she has to smile ever so slowly. "Mmm. I need to go. I have to go." But, oh! What a thrill. The dark thing on her left shoulder just nods. For a first time? She did good.. Or, perhaps.. Bad? Time will tell.