poly_chromatic | { dance no. 2

[Marguerite is sitting in the middle of her living room, with her back to the windows whose curtains are drawn, letting sunlight pour in - spilling onto her bare arms and hands, fingers gripping a bag of sweets. She looks perfectly relaxed, in her white lace dress that, like everything else in the room - the vases, the figurines and the flowers, has been bought with Meyer Lansky's money.]

Let it be said of Marguerite Gautier that she prefers bonbons over witchcraft, that her ambitions rarely extend beyond the burning desire for a new necklace and that she may be described as cunning and tenacious, but she would much rather be called beautiful.

[With a slight laugh, she puts the bag of sweets aside and reaches up to run her fingers through her hair which is hanging loose around her shoulders.]

How much of one's self can't be revealed over the course of a single weekend, a single day, a single hour...?

[As she leans forward to change the settings on the network device, strands of hair obscure the view of the camera, leaving her features in shadow for a moment.]

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[And as she straightens up again, only Meyer can see her. She looks completely unconcerned about their little Divination adventure, busy as she is - digging out a silver hair piece from the mess on the coffee table next to her. Holding it out for him to see, she cocks her head slightly. An amused smile on her lips.]

But look, what I came upon when shopping yesterday! Is it not a stunning piece of jewellery? It shall go well with my grey dress. Oh, it will compliment it perfectly -- Perhaps I shall wear it tonight.

You shall see me and be in awe, Meyer. It is a promise.

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One is never without bounds. Never without restrictions. However, within those there is certainly freedom to be claimed -- [A laugh.] -- if one isn't too busy, bemoaning one's limitations.

I hope you don't spend too much time bemoaning any limitations that might be upon you. You seem so charming when you smile.

Monsieur! How charming are you not, yourself? [She cocks her head.] I must know your name immediately.

Cain Hargreaves, Miss Gautier. And it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

Ah, no, I insist! The pleasure must be said to be mine, Monsieur Hargreaves. Has the City treated you kindly? So that you may enjoy your stay...

It has treated me well enough. As it should, since I've been here for six years now. I can't say that I've entirely enjoyed my stay, but I have survived it. And there've been bright moments in the midst of it.

Six years. [She obviously falters at this.] And have you not returned home even once, during those?

I did--for a fortnight in my world, which was a week here. But that's been the only time, I'm afraid.

I think the City is rather determined to keep me.

[Her expression changes swiftly to one of subtle amusement.]

It exhibits great taste, then - kidnapping first a man of your caliber and afterwards, a woman of mine.

It does, rather, does it not?

If you should ever wish to enjoy my company, I work as the hostess of Monsieur Lansky's casino. I would make certain to pay you the proper attention, were you to come by one night...

I believe I know the gentleman, and the place. I may very well pay a call some evening.

Ah, what a kind promise! You have made me a very happy woman.

Then I'm pleased to have made you so happy. That seems the very least I should do for such a lady.

Such courtesy! However does a courtesan best respond, who has both her hands full with work?

I think if you simply rest upon my promise that I will pay a visit that should be enough.

I shall rest gladly upon cushions of that kind, Monsieur. Promises which are kept make for the softest mattress.

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