WHO: Luci Dolohov & Lydia Proudfoot
WHAT: booty call?
WHERE: Lydia's flat
WHEN: January 17 1978
RATED: er, R?


Luci had a little bit of a skip to her step as she gathered together some of the things in her room, tossing them into a little pile. Someone would need to wash those, she thought, glancing at the clothes now heaped together beside a red overstuffed armchair. She would have to remember to ask at the desk downstairs when she came back tonight. If she came back tonight, Luci thought somewhat satisfied. She waved her wand in the direction of the closet and out flew a suitable jacket as she reapplied a final coat of lipstick. Checking herself once in the mirror before leaving, Luci smiled to herself. "I do look pretty fantastic," she murmured, stepping into the hall and locking the door to her suite behind her.

Nodding at the attendant on the staircase, Luci approached the concierge desk, swinging her arms a little. The older man behind the desk smiled tightly at her before shuffling some papers and walking away. Frowning slightly, Luci waited impatiently for him to return. To her pleasant surprise however, the next man to come out from around the corner behind the desk was much younger and much more impressionable. Leaning forward and tilting her head to the side a bit, Luci cleared her throat and the man jumped, visibly blushed and dropped whatever he had been holding. "My laundry..." Luci started, rubbing behind her neck a little, "it really needs to be done. I couldn't imagine wearing," Luci paused for effect, playing with her necklace chain, following it down her neck to her chest with her lithe fingers, "dirty clothes." The young man stuttered that he would be sure to have it taken care of, his blush now extending down his neck. Probably making his pants tight, Luci mused. She winked at him and tossed him a few coins. "You're my favorite."

Again satisfied with the way her evening was proceeding, Luci stepped through the door opened by the attendant, who again seemed somewhat uncomfortable by her presence. Luci apparated to Lydia's then before knocking gently. She ran a hand through her hair and cracked her neck, mentally preparing one final time. This was going to be interesting.