"In here!" Daiyu whispers aggressively, opening a door. As the four women cram themselves inside a nearby bathroom, Azura hears the doors to the penthouse suite fly open, and heels tapping against the flooring. Whoever it is stops for a moment, letting out a pretty chuckle, before continuing on her way, footsteps quickly becoming inaudible.
"Frankly?" Vince raises an eyebrow, not seeming perturbed by her intrusion, or her outburst. "Because I'm diverting resources to Lana, and some of the other artists." He waves away his secretary, who's followed them into the office nervously, and who happily departs. "Nothing personal, Calista - it's just a demographic thing. When you got signed to the label, your whole 'soulful singer-songwriter' thing was popular. Now, that's out, and what really gets clicks these days is sex appeal. Don't worry about it, maybe in a year or two things'll switch up again, and you'll get your chance."
"It's not, but they'll know who I am." Vanessa replied, nodding about the assurance that her mask will stay on. "Good, I wouldn't want literally crush a few balls just because they try something." The heiress smiles, "So, am I hired?" She asked with a confident smirk.
"Indeed - we're not so formal with the hiring process. The house takes 10%." She nods. "Any preferences on your clients?"
Azura waited for a bit to make sure the unknown female had left before whispering to her companions. “I think we've learned enough here. I'd say it is time for us to leave before we get discovered.” (Time for me to leave as well. See you tomorrow!)
"Good." Vanessa nods, until she's asked about her clients. Her eyes go wide, Calm down, this just to find him easily. Taking a deep breath, "Prefence, huh." The heiress blushes ever so slightly, "I suppose... fat ones. Short, fat losers, either young or old. Those should pay quite well for a night with me." She replied in a mocking tone, as if she was belittling her future clients. But her slightly reddened cheeks made it seem as if they truly were her types...
"It's been a month--one month--since you made my signing official, and you're already pulling support before anything's even been teased to the public?! Do you realize how much you've already invested in me just to throw my career away on a whim?!" She unconsciously reaches for her power, accidentally turning her normally-polite alto into a shout as faint wisps of distortion in the air, looking sort of like heat haze, manifest around her clenched fists as she lowers them to her sides. [I think I want Calista to have to succeed some sort of willpower roll in order to keep a handle on herself since she's on a knife's edge emotionally. I'm thinking a normal roll with a malus from her Showoff Flaw? Up to you if you want to go through with rolling that or not.]
"Oh..." The busty blond gasped and nodded as if she was understanding. The paused and narrowed her eye. "Wait, what do you mean - 'no'? Am I not good enough for you?!" She asked with a frown, her face stormy. Amethyst Heart hovered closer to Harpy and slightly higher then her, she had her arms on her sides.
The other three women all nod their agreement, and soon they're headed back up the stairs toward the rooftop. "Hey! Someone got Charlie and Lao!" A voice shouts in alarm from downstairs, and Azura hears frantic movement. Vixen chuckles. "I didn't know we were working with someone with such particular tastes. We have plenty of those, believe me." She signals one of her men, who pulls out a professional looking camera. "Pose." She orders. After a few photos have been taken, Vixen looks at Vanessa. "So, when do you want to start? I might be able to get you a client tonight, if you'd like." (Fair) Spoiler: Willpower Roll D100: 64-10 (Showoff)=54 (Minor Success) Calista manages to keep her rage in check at least enough to keep from throwing herself across the desk and throttling him, but she can't keep just how flustered and annoyed she is from her face and voice, and she finds it hard to think. "You ever hear the term 'throwing good money after bad', kid? At some point you gotta accept that you're not going to return your investment." He shrugs. "Now, I dunno, maybe if we could make some changes to your style and image, we could talk about more singles - and a video'd be doable, as long as it's something that will actually get you noticed."
Spoiler: Manipulation Roll D100:77 "W-What? I don't... I don't know where you're going with this..." Harpy trembles a little, bright red, but more out of confusion than anything else lets the heroine get close.
"R-right." Vanessa mumbled as she replied, followed by surprise as they bring out a camera. She tries to make a sexy pose on such short notice, emphasizing her large breasts, and shapely ass. Then as Vixens asks when she wished to start, "Sure, tonight should do nicely. I want to see how much this... side-gig can make me. And whether or not it's worth the effort of having to endure a fat sleaze pawing at my body." She said in a haughty tone.
“I think that's our cue to leave!” Azura started running up the stairs, trying to get to the roof and out of the sight of any pursuers. Once all of them were on the roof she would try to bar the door while Sapphira created a portal for them to leave through. Using the window washing platform would be too slow, and flying away would make them a target, at least for a bit. A portal seemed the safest option.
"Then head home, and wait for us to contact you." The blonde commands, before signalling her men that it's time to head out. An hour later, Vanessa gets a message - she has her first client. Strangely, she's not directed to an apartment or hotel, but to Century City Hospital. Flying over, she finds the room to which she was directed, landing on the balcony and looking through the window to see that it's quite a large space, and clearly reserved for one person. Entering, she makes her way towards a hospital bed, when the lights come on. "My, my... It really is you..." Looking at the bed, Vanessa sees a bloated fat form she recognises, a man she'd originally thought dead before hearing of his miraculous survival on the news, a bandage around his bald skull proof of it - Melchett. The man who nearly hypnotised her into slavery licks his lips as he sees her. "Imagine my surprise when I saw the newest addition to Vixen's roster..." He chuckles.
Spoiler: Sorcery Roll D100: 43+10=53 (Minor Success) As the four of them make their way to the rooftop, Azura casts her portal, too occupied with the pursuit to really think about a destination. The magical gateway opens before them, and the group runs inside it. As the portal closes behind them, they step out into the living room - into Azura's living room. Suddenly, the magical girl realises she just let a crime lord into her home - the one under her parent's real names.
"Right." Vanessa does just that, but rather than return home, and worry Lawrence that she has to leave again. She mostly stays in the sky, looking toward her mansion to see if the police were still there. But after she received her first job, "The hospital?" She mumbled, raising an eyebrow as she heads on over there. The heiress shuddered as she saw who her first client was. "You." She said, blushing as she recalled how her last meeting with Melchett went. If it weren't for Jacob... I'd be his... She thinks to herself, blushing as she closes the balcony window behind her. No, I have to focus, this is to fish out Octavius. The heiress steels her resolve, "Hoh? So it's you, what, you paid just to look at me? I mean, can you even get hard in your current state?" Vanessa taunts him, feeling a bit more confident now that he didn't have that golden eye of his.
Heading by her mansion, Vanessa sees from the sky that the police presence is heavily reduced - only one police car, with a single guard outside the front door. In the hospital, the fat criminal grins, eyes drinking in her body. "There's only one way to find out..." He throws aside the covers, leaving him in just his hospital robe. "Come here..."
"Khh." Vanessa lets out a low growl, Just play along, this is to find that brat. She thinks to herself, closing her eyes as she moves toward him. Her heeled boots clicking against the tile, while her hips sway with her every step. The heiress stands right next to Melchett's bed, placing her hands on her hips, "So, what now? Should I jerk you off? See if junior is still alive?" She said in a haughty tone.
(It should have been Sapphira, since Azura has not yet learned how to create the portals. But let's say Azura got lucky and managed to open a portal on her own. That just makes it more likely for her to make this mistake and bring them to her place.) “Well, I hope the owners don't come home any time soon...” Azura commented, trying to not reveal to Daiyu that this was her home. “Let's take a short break before we do anything more – I think we had enough excitement for now... Anyone want something to drink?” She asked the other women.
The prospect of keeping the singles and video mollifies her slightly, though anger still tinges her tone and her fists still shake at her sides. "I'll think about it. What do you have in mind?" She stares daggers at Vince, recalling her disgust for the man.
"Don't know?! Are you denying it now?" Amethyst Heart raised and approached even more. "You..." She paused, her face stormy. She paused and took in a few breaths, visibly restraining herself. She gritted her teeth. "So..." A frustration could be heard in her voice. "Where did you get the bag from~?" She asked pleasantly.
