@✻ ⋰ mark l. emilia was always glad to see her customers as she rarely had bad experiences and it brought her joy to bring them happiness, safety, affection and l lust - well, whatever they were in the mood for when she was in their presence. today was not different when she joined mark in his room. as she heard the compliment, her smile grew bigger and she glanced in his eyes. “thank you, dear~” she commented with a bow of her head, remaining polite as always.
as mark began playing and looking at her fingers and hands, she let a soft chuckle escape her gloss tinted lips, wiggling her fingers a bit for the customer. “mm, thanks! polite and kind as you always are with me!” she dragged her red painted nails against the other’s thighs and let him guide her hands to his cheek. the woman noticed his action and she let her hand fall down to his neck, gently dragging her nail against the vein that she could see.
“you seem tired, handsome! what would you prefer today? shall i please you while you relax or would you prefer some affection?” she questioned, unsure if he was in a needy and ual mood or a cuddly one.
@✾ ⋰ emilia c. it was difficult to keep a poker face when her presence itself was like the fresh bouquet of morning goddness — the sunshine, the gentle warmth, and the subtle sweetness that clings to her. she made him feel cosy and safe to a certain degree.
"Emilia," mark greeted, his eyes lit up as he took in her tonight's appearance, "gorgeous as ever."
he held her hands, felt the softness of her finger tips and moved to feel around her nails. he certainly has a fascination with the women's nail works — they look so delicate but can tear you a new one.
"they look great today too."
he brought their conjoined hand to his face, let the blunt edges of her nail drag along his cheek as he looked ar her, a tired smile on his lips.
"surprise me?"
there was a number of things he could request of but he felt indecisive.
@✻ ⋰ mark l. upon hearing the request to go to mark’s room, emilia was quick to fix her hair, makeup and her outfit - a beautiful dress and her usual high heels. she smelled sweet too - like coconut, shea butter and fresh berries - it was something that was important to her as she thought that all senses were important when it came to remembering good experiences.
the woman soon made her way to mark’s room, letting her presence be known by a knock on his door before entering the room. she smiled as she saw him sitting there and closed the door behind her. “markie~” she let out, affectionately and made her way over, offering his hair a soft touch as she tangled her fingers through the strands. “what can i do for you today, darling?” she questioned and moved to her knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact as she took his hands in hers.
@✾ ⋰ emilia c. mark doesn't visit this place during week days unless he needs a solid amount of physical intimacy and some kisses and if he can keep his eyes open past the midnight, some action. the receptionist at the front knows who mark usually asks for when he visits the club on weekdays. quick to offer the list of his usuals available and mark is quick to pick her out. she's nothing but a pleasant presence to be around. mark's waiting in his room for her arrival as he helps himself to some snacks. no alcohol because he will definitely pass out if he drinks but again why seek the comfort of alchol when emilia herself is more comforting.
