[ They might cut too perfect a picture. Tseng sees it in their reflection in the smoked glass facing the street as they pass by, both of them cutting a neat, willowy silhouette that stretches heights above the rest of the crowd. They look like an act stepped fresh off of Loveless Street, not two individuals-about-town dropping by the Chateau for a smoke and a game. He thinks it's something they can use, though, and his hand tightens on Reno's swaying hips. Tries not to watch how they sway, even though it's tempting.
The door to the Chateau is obviously reclaimed, comprised of heavy wood and beveled carvings, the door pull gilded and polished. It gives you the sense that you're stepping into something classy, and within, the illusion continues. The ceilings are tiled with mirrors and slow-roaming lights that slow the tempo of the space down to an opiate lull. Everything is white and gold: the porcelain pottery, hundreds of years old and hand-painted with fantastical tableaus, the couches and bunks, gleaming white leather with golden studs, the floor underfoot, dazzling marble with resplendent tendrils of leafing stroked through like drifting smoke. Yun's girls stalk the grounds like hungry sharks, dressed in the same style of short-shifted silk dresses that Reno's wearing. They carry with them priceless pipes that buy them ample space for their long, delicate flutes, balanced precariously over their shoulders as they lean and whisper and negotiate.
One casts a glance his way, but Tseng watches another woman intercept her, whispering something in her ear that makes her eyes widen. For a moment, he's tense. But then he picks out the pink kimono embossed with silvery bird wings, the mahogany flash of piercing lilted eyes, and cants his head to the side like he's considering one of the squat lamps on the table beside him. Yun takes the hint and strolls over, moving like water through the current of the crowd.
Once again, his fingers tighten through the silk, warning Reno as Yun dances up on to her toes and kisses his cheek, whispering, "Báo. Three yú and a yán." Tseng makes a low noise. ]
Sounds like there's just room enough for two more.
[ Tseng reaches out, tucks something into her tightly-crafted updo, and Yun bows, low and slow. Then she's working her way through the crowd again and Tseng is brushing his mouth over Reno's like they're brand new lovers on the brink of something exciting, which isn't too hard to emote, considering. ]
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[ They might cut too perfect a picture. Tseng sees it in their reflection in the smoked glass facing the street as they pass by, both of them cutting a neat, willowy silhouette that stretches heights above the rest of the crowd. They look like an act stepped fresh off of Loveless Street, not two individuals-about-town dropping by the Chateau for a smoke and a game. He thinks it's something they can use, though, and his hand tightens on Reno's swaying hips. Tries not to watch how they sway, even though it's tempting.
The door to the Chateau is obviously reclaimed, comprised of heavy wood and beveled carvings, the door pull gilded and polished. It gives you the sense that you're stepping into something classy, and within, the illusion continues. The ceilings are tiled with mirrors and slow-roaming lights that slow the tempo of the space down to an opiate lull. Everything is white and gold: the porcelain pottery, hundreds of years old and hand-painted with fantastical tableaus, the couches and bunks, gleaming white leather with golden studs, the floor underfoot, dazzling marble with resplendent tendrils of leafing stroked through like drifting smoke. Yun's girls stalk the grounds like hungry sharks, dressed in the same style of short-shifted silk dresses that Reno's wearing. They carry with them priceless pipes that buy them ample space for their long, delicate flutes, balanced precariously over their shoulders as they lean and whisper and negotiate.
One casts a glance his way, but Tseng watches another woman intercept her, whispering something in her ear that makes her eyes widen. For a moment, he's tense. But then he picks out the pink kimono embossed with silvery bird wings, the mahogany flash of piercing lilted eyes, and cants his head to the side like he's considering one of the squat lamps on the table beside him. Yun takes the hint and strolls over, moving like water through the current of the crowd.
Once again, his fingers tighten through the silk, warning Reno as Yun dances up on to her toes and kisses his cheek, whispering, "Báo. Three yú and a yán." Tseng makes a low noise. ]
Sounds like there's just room enough for two more.
[ Tseng reaches out, tucks something into her tightly-crafted updo, and Yun bows, low and slow. Then she's working her way through the crowd again and Tseng is brushing his mouth over Reno's like they're brand new lovers on the brink of something exciting, which isn't too hard to emote, considering. ]
Still got your card game too, I hope.