Tamara fixed her wig (well hair really) to that of her stripper persona of 'Mayberry Bloom'. While her grades had allowed for more glorious careers than what she did here she got paid pretty good and had plenty of time to write in her hours off. Or even when business was slow. As a metamorph she had a disadvantage in changing her appearance so that nobody except her boss had to know her real identity. To everybody else she was the feisty redheaded Mayberry Bloom, although she went by 'May' to keep it easier.
With most her outfit still on the girl left the dressing rooms for the club itself, stalking the crowds for an unsuspecting... victim? Men came here to pay for the services of girls like her so they didn't get to complain if she managed to lure a lot of money out of their pockets. She smiled coyly at a few men as she strutted about the place, competing with her collegues for the richest men. Or the rare handsome bloke that wondered in (by accident). This night seemed busy enough... now she just needed to find somebody to entertain.
He really did not want to be back in England. If he had had it this way, he would still be wandering around Asia somewhere. He should have stayed in Asia. But no, he had decided to go to Spain, and of course he'd bumped into Jasmine, who had bullied him back to England. He didn't want to go and see Delilah. Even thinking of Delilah made him want to panic - she was pregnant, and he was going to be a dad, and he did not want that at all.
So he'd come back to England, but he hadn't actually seen Delilah yet. Instead he was going to a strip club. Because really, that seemed like the best way to make himself feel better. It was almost certainly guaranteed to work. Entering the club, he went to grab himself a drink, and looked around.
She spotted one that just walked in. He didn't look bad at all and Tam by now recognised the expression that suggested this man was here for a distraction from trouble. Well she could try at least. She smiled and fixed her fiery mess of hair and with a delibarate prowl set off toward the newcomer. Leaning against the bar near him she smiled. "Hello there stranger." She said with a slight purr in her voice. "I'm Mayberry, one of the girls. Can I help you with...." her eyes ran over him as a slight smile crept on her face, "... anything? I'm currently still available for services."
Okay, perhaps it all was a little weird and slutty but she was hiding behind a different face and body. It made everything a lot easier. It meant she could be anything without being judged for it later. She would perform anything with a fake face and live easily. Besides, most nights she enjoyed her little job on the side. It was absolute power to decide just what she'd allow. Of course being cross impacted her pay check but it was nothing too large to worry about. Her tiny little appartment didn't require a huge lot of cash.
She stretched slightly and looked at the man. "You will let me know if you need something right?" She said and winked, determined to lure this one in if she could.
Leaning against the bar, and drinking his drink, Cadan's eyes scanned the room. This had been an excellent decision. How else was he going to distract himself from all those thoughts of children except a strip club. And the name wasn't kidding. There did seem to be a good amount of glitter around. That was going to be fun to get out of his hair. Ah well.
One of the girls approached him, and he grinned. Oh, she was really pretty. Oh man. This wasn't going to end well was it? Thought was just going to go zoink right out of his brain. Gone. Bye. "Hey there, Mayberry," he said, taking another mouthful of his drink. "You mean other than another four or so drinks?" he said jokingly.
@tamara Try to remember to tag me, otherwise I just lose the thread <3 Also I don't really know what I'm doing so pff
She had his interest, that much was certain. He seemed to like what he saw and Tamara liked his liking. It was a nice little confidence booster to get every once every night. She was well aware that she was a fairly popular kind of girl and many guys thought she was pretty. It meant her pay grade got a little higher at times. She smiled at him and took the seat next to him. Icarus didn't seem to care too much about how she got the money in as long as she didn't steal. The point was money.
So she was going to see if this one needed some sweet talking or just wanted to get things going as fast as possible. She smiled and leaned half over him to give him a good look and tease him ever so little. "Another four drinks for my new friend please?" She asked their barkeep and gave the stranger a quick smile. She loved her job sometimes! She slid back into her seat with a feline kind of grace and looked at him. "So with your thirst taken care of, anything else that may have.... caught uour interest?" She smiled and raised an eyebrow questioningly. Polite fellows were the top favourites. They were a challenge if she wanted to try to make them enjoy themselves.