sad...

Lounge
"Mmmnn, there's a thing tomorrow — I know it's a bit impromptu, if you can make it then it'd be one way to gladhand with some of the others around The City, if you need a break from your own personal seat of power."

After all, why not extend an invitation? It was a who's-who of this new faction that was slowly trying to gain traction in The City, so if your plan was to expand the network, well it could start there.

"Want me to get you an in? It's not exactly going to be a walk-on event. Dress code is East European Oligarch chic…"

For the ever-vain Holly, that would have been her own siren song. Any excuse to pull the dust cover off of her Once-A-Years.

"Alright, well if you guarantee me that you're surviving your trip home, then I'll see about getting outta here myself. You're alright, Caroline — I was sincerely afraid I had you figured out — I'm glad I've been proven ignorant, and I can't wait to get more things wrong about you."

sweat

Lounge
Caroline still wasn't quite sure what she thought of you. She was pretty sure she'd seen at least three personalities that flicked back and forth.

Oh she didn't think you were predatory at all. If she did she'd of had you buy wine and then found something else to spend her time with.

It's a hard thing to do. They know how to see a good business. You just need someone who can willing to make that risk.

She smiled to you.

Yes, I think I'm good to drive. I'll call

She chuckled at that question. No, I'm the one who orders them. She doesn't need to worry about anyone else asking her for on unless she starts to do stupid.

Which is not a mode Caroline spends much time in.

Thank you for your time. I look forward to our party

Game over!

Final scores:

~*~PleasureMistress~*~ : N/A

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Skin

this one cannot see them either

Lounge
Holly offered eyes at the introduction of the word 'predatory', something of a bugbear for her interface with older investors, given that was the perpetual fear.

It didn't matter how many times she reiterated that it's not like BTC or smaller Scamcoins that were transparent pump-and-dumps, this one was designed so it couldn't be crashed, merely bruised at best and that would have to be largely self-inflicted…

But that was part of the marketing, is trying to massage the narrative a bit and control the language.

"Mmmnnnnyeah, that's actually an excellent point, I'm glad I asked…"

Which was, whether she was going to admit it to herself or not, a posture she was cultivating. Holly had a few things going for her that wasn't available to, say, SBF…

Her attention seemed to flag, like she'd been struck with some weighsome introspection. The wine was gone, as was most of that heavenly dark chocolate, and her half of the strawberries were reduced to a graveyard of green and white.

Prosperity. Dignity. Even if Holly didn't do any of the Else that she did, she had a preponderance of evidence pointing her towards the conclusion that she wouldn't have any of it if it weren't for both her luck of the draw and her willingness to play the cards she had. It didn't make her feel any better, though.

Her bright eyes sharped up from the dusk they were settling into, when you answered her like she made a business proposal, like a request. A smile tugged the corner of her lips and she affected, slowly, towards a secret joy. "Alright, it's an oath. You're not about to get drug-tested by your work, right?"

With another lip-bite, Holly started to dig into her purse to offer a tip for the table, matching one-for-one for whatever the service may cost.

"You good to drive? I think I'm good to drive…"

(non cit meaning the handle visitor)

~*~PleasureMistress~*~ has started a new game with the following players:
~*~PleasureMistress~*~

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In

There are non cit posts in the room #r-soi that i can only see if i too was a non cit?

why is that?

thanks to all

Lounge
She shrugged. This is capitalism it's all manipulative. The importance, I think is making sure you're business stays strong without being predatory. She chuckles, a rare look of embarrassment when she thought poorly of your choice of words.

Hmm the generational wealth level. It's a very hard sphere to break into. Mostly because almost every single dime they have already has a job. Really they don't make much money opening up to new investors. They build money by using the government to make sure that they get every tax rideoff ever. What you want to look for is timing. The old guard passing the torch to the next generation. The new head of house ALWAYS wants to do their own thing. They want to make THEIR mark on the company. My play... find a younger son, not too young. Make friends with him. Let him invest his personal money first. Guys at this level, if they think of you as a sex object they will never see doing business with you as anything but helping you out. So you want to be like a siren. Alluring but never offering. You do good business with him. You let his friends see that you're making HIM money. Then they want to be in too. Basically, you need an introduction.

She nodded. Very well. Holly, the next time you have a party, call me. I'll come party with you. I'm afraid it's late for me

Oh my goodness
saddened to hear this

Love jadeeyes

Aww really going to miss her

sleep well my friend
xxx

<~~~~~~Paaused~~~~~~>

Lounge
And she'd go on and on about the performance indices and specific data about it, but she sensed she was about to lose you so she gestured dismissively about CityCoin.

"I mean… it's a little manipulative but it's not illegal, and it's what you end up having to do to thrive out here. Like I said: I'm a shameless finance slut."

Help, though? Holly had briefly distracted herself with more of the sensate treats escorting her wine but she looked up at your offer. "I mean you're already doing plenty of good hosting inoffensive events where old money meets new money, though maybe I could use your insight since you're exposed to more of those types: How do I reach obstinate, old-gen investors? I need to penetrate the echo-sphere of the kinds of people who have a permanent residence in Florida, that kinda money, and warm them up to crypto."

…though whether or not you had an answer for that was not the condition for hearing more about the The City Underworld. Mmmmm, you looked like you had a wild side unbeknownst to the kinds of stuffy people who Froo Froo'd at upscale galas and fundraisers, though she certainly did her business there once upon a time.

"…I prefer that, actually. Alright, well you're gonna want to wear something danceable and something you're not gonna get heatstroke in… also something you wouldn't mind being caught dead in—" speaking of that macabre sense of humor. "…and definitely comfortable footwear. What kinda music you into?"

That's ok, who wants to think in moments like this anyways?
Carry on with the thought obliteration, she thrived on instinct. Her teeth sinking into her bottom lip when you break the kiss for the briefest of moments. Dark eyes welcoming you back as you leaned in once more.

Once that button you were so aptly working on freed and her hips had lifted high enough. She would help in pulling down the other side of her pants, you know since one of your hands refused to release its grasp on her nipple.
Not that it mattered how good this felt or how bad she wanted it, no matter the line as both seem to very much be in line.

Pulling your hips back against her, once her legs were free.