Trial and Error [TakodaVega, Mr_Sir, Taco Liberator]

[Taco Liberator]

The Egyptian wasn't sure to think at this point. She hadn't been back to the Garden of Eden in Re knows how long, and yet here she sat across from Cage with a glass of cold whiskey in her hand, debating various tactical methods to make people "squeal"... figuratively and sometimes literally, that is. The young woman no longer possessed fur all over her body. Now she possessed a tan only a desert sun could deliver, with the orange/gold markings still forever burnt into her flesh; her wrists, her arms, her thighs, her ankles, her neck, the sides of her face, and her back all bore the same markings. However, these were mostly covered by the clothing she wore.

Her long pink hair was pulled back into a low braid, her bangs hanging over her luminescent neon green eyes, overshadowed by some light kohl makeup that hse donned. Her lips were only lightly touched with what was probably chapstick. For a blouse she wore a simple lace halter top, the base white and the overlapping floral lace a rosy red. The pants were long and black, with red ribbons running up the outside of both legs, exposing small bits of tan flesh but never exposing too much of it. Her feet were covered by a simple pair of black strappy heels with red ribbons to boost her 5'2.7" height.

"I'm telling you, these methods are plausible. I've seen them in action!" Amkhai insisted, leering at her dear friend from across the bar. The pink-haired Egyptian woman had been trying to convert Cage into her more perverse way of thinking, and what was the topic of interest? Interrogation methods of course! Now, Amkh had never really "seen" them in person, she had only seen them in the pornographies she watched, or in the movies.

But what the Egyptian had been considering was quite simple: using physical, sexual means to arouse the "victim" into 'fessing up everything they knew about the operation, the documents, and so on. It could be considered trashy to use one's body in order to get their way, but as Amkh saw it, it was merely a way to "ante up the stakes," as she'd oddly worded it before. "Hardly anything with a dick can resist a beautiful piece of sinful flesh. Think about it! What man do you know of that could deny a tasty morsel that would offer such forbidden treasures?" She purred, leaning over the counter and playfully batting at Cage with her six-foot long, snow-white tail, her white and orange ears flicking gently atop her head.

[TakodaVega]

Cage shook her head, those silver hues fixed on that egyptian female in front of her, in front of her sat the White Russian, her calling card drink. "On the contrary, m'dear, there are some people who I think are immune to such festivities." Or at least she thought they were immune as she took a sip of her drink and set it down along the stone counter tops. The amurjin's tail swung back and forth behind her. Today she was simple. Or jaw dropping. That blue corset covered her curves and left those shoulders bare. Her long ivory hair was pulled into a loose bun, trendils falling from it but left her back for the most part bare.

Those black stripes could be seen vividly along her back, though to the touch they had been skin. As they always had been. The bindings of her corset followed along the slim trim of her back though what was the icing on the cake was her black skirt. The skirt itself had a thigh-length slit and revealed that creamy skin beneath, heels finishing the ensemble making the already moderately tall female [at 5'8" with her ears]. However her attention was still focused on the woman across from her.

"One person?" Her lips twitched as she thought for a moment, "Oh that's not hard at all, the one and only Four-Leaf Clover. Our former boss is a fucking wall compared to any man I have ever known." She still had a bone to pick with Clover anyway, "There was some mighty fine print in the deeds to Eden. Did you know he still has a right to turn my lovely home into a brothel because of it?" She twitched slightly before she finished the rest of the Russian in front of her. "This is supposed to be a safe haven, not a whore house."

[Taco Liberator]

Amkh's lips thinned out in disapproval, not sure she liked Cage issuing her a challenge, even if she had dared her to find someone like that. Amkh brushed her fingers through her bangs lazily, sighing as she sank back into hr seat. When Cage mentioned Clover, a sly smirk stretched across her mouth. Ah, yes... Dearest Clover. She faintly recalled reclining with him and listening to him play the piano. The way he stroked the keys and created such a delicate tune was always relaxing to the Egyptian vampire.

A low chuckle rumbled in the vampiress' chest as the woman brought up the brothel. "It doesn't surprise me," she snickered, her Arabian-Egyptian accent causing her words to sound a bit more sultry than she'd intended, rolling off of her tongue like water. "You know how Clover is. He does love his women... and his money. That is why he had this place established and, most surely, intended for a brothel. You should never expect anything less from a business man, love," she purred, raising her glass to take a good, long swig of it before setting it back down gently.

"Would you like to press this issue with Clover? Test some... tactics on him?" She drawled, cocking an eyebrow at the younger woman curiously.

[TakodaVega]

Cage saw the look on Amkhai's face and her lips twitched, "You should know better than to assume I would know no one, my dear Black Cherry." She teased lightly before propping her head on the back of her hands, her elbows propped onto the bartop. A single eyebrow raised as she watched the vampiress, "You have to remember that Clover has his own casino in an undisclosed location where he has his brothel and his money." She muttered darkly before her ears perked. Those dark triangle's fixed onto the woman's arabic softness.

Soft and Amkhai should never be in the same sentence. Ever. It was speaking trouble considering she knew how deadly that tongue of hers could be to some people. Or honey dripping poison. Hmm, maybe this plan wasn't so bad after all. "Testing some tactics, hmm?" she tapped a finger against her cheek, "If you are suggesting we seduce Four-Leaf Clover to give up information, when he used to be the head of the Information group, is a mad man's mission."

She thought about it a bit more.

"But I'm down with that. It's been a long time since I went on a...hunt."

[Mr_Sir]

The devil was spoken of, and so he would appear. Four Leaf Clover made his way into the area now, dapper and regal as always. Custom fitted silk suit covering his form, black with white pin stripes. He held the jacket to the three piece suit over one arm however, the vest of it fastened with buttons of silver with intricate designs. Pants were well creased, sharing the same pin stripped pattern on down to his black leather shoes which were polished to a mirror shine. White starched shirt had all but the top buttoned under the vest, solid black neck tie going along with it. Hands were cased in soft white gloves, one hand set on the silver orb that topped his cane which tapped lightly upon the Garden's stone floor. Sea green eyes peered over the area, fair skin flawless as usual with raven black hair styled nicely beneath the fedora which matched his suit.

After entering and moving forward a bit, he would note the two ladies sitting at the nearby table. He recognized Cage immediately, however it took him a moment of studying Amkhai over to recognize her. The tail and markings giving her away in the end, noticing such details was after all part of Clover's own way of life. He would approach the female's, giving a devilish smirk with a bit of a bow of his head as he moved to take a seat at the table without so much as a word. Looking between the two of them, he would give a warm smile after a few moments before speaking with that smooth voice and scouse accent of his.

"Greetings Cage, and Cherry it has been quite a while since I've see you grace these halls with your presence. What pray tell would be the occasion for this wonderful meeting?" Clover of course didn't have any clue as to what they had in store for him. Though truth be told if he did he'd welcome them both to try it. Clover himself was a master at the arts of seduction, or at least fancied himself such and most of the women he had used it on would agree. He'd actually be on Amkhai's side in  this argument if he knew anything of it, but they were in for a very long evening if they planned to try to get anything out of him.

After all, he always considered the brothel beneficial to Eden. They didn't always have jobs, so it provided stable income for the place. Not to mention he used it to give a home to women who would be mistreated in other locations and situations with pimps who abused them, or in dangerous areas where they may be assaulted. Not like Cage didn't receive a regular portion of the earnings of the place, it was her building now after all. Besides, Clover hadn't even rebuilt the brothel since the flooding of it before. He had to find a better spot to build it next time to keep such from happening.

[Taco Liberator]

"Then it's a deal," she snickered. Amkh polished off her drink before releasing a soft sigh, picking up the bottle of whiskey and pouring a little more into her glass before sealing it off and replacing it. "Do you know where we might find dearest Clover?" She inquired. Amkh had just picked up her glass and taken a drink when she heard the faint footsteps nearby. Slowly, she shifted her neon gaze over to the shadowed form, watching as Clover made his appearance.

Well, she supposed that answered her question. Amkh quietly looked over the young male as she sipped slowly at her whiskey, humming in approval. Clover's appearance certainly hadn't changed in the least. He was still as youthful and suave as ever... not that she was complaining. She did love eye-candy, and now here she sat with two sweet treats for her to enjoy. "Well, good evening Clover," she finally replied, setting her glass down gently on the stone countertop.

"Oh, I felt like reminiscing and spending some quality time with old friends..." she smirked at him warmly, her tail stretching over to brush against his back gently - a gesture she had often performed when greeting this particular male. Glancing at Cage, she tossed her a playful smirk before leaning over to Clover, resting her hand delicately on his shoulder before moving in closer to lightly whisper in his ear, "Did you miss me, Clover?" At this very moment, she was merely testing the waters before lunging for an opening to begin the "interrogation."

[TakodaVega]

"There is also something I forgot to men-" Her attention was cut off when she caught the sight of Clover walking in. Of course he recognized her, it was hard not to have a constant reminder of the person who was the mother of his children. But that was another story - one that Cage had not had the courtesy of telling her best friend about. Granted Amkhai had become a bit of a diamond in the rough at times, hard to find and harder to keep. Instead she decided to chuck the rest of her drink into the back of her throat and deposit the glass into the sink. "Clover," came her voice in her own greeting before she returned to her spot behind the bar.

"Amkhai has been keeping tabs on me over the years, she just comes and goes as she pleases." Her head tilted a bit to one side, "Is there anything I might get for you this evening? We just got a fresh shipment in of just about everything you could need to eat or drink." Her feline ears however where sharply sensitive to sound perked at the sound of Amkhai's voice. If Clover was the king of Seduction among them, next to Belladonna, Black Cherry was a deadly close second if she had her own way about it.