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One forth of Patron-Minette in the bar. Luckily it is the prettiest quarter. Just forget that he's also the cruelest.
This being the case, he is sitting on a bar stool smirking to himself and people watching.
Why not come say hello?

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A very single-minded Illyria approaches the young man who had presented her with an offer a few days previous.

"Hello again. Before I accept your offer, I believe it is customary for me to know your name."

He raises an eyebrow and cocks his head slightly. "In some parts of the universe perhaps, but certainly not in the parts of Paris I frequent." He replies cheekily.

After a moment of watching her appraisingly, he shrugs.
"I am called Montparnasse, mademoiselle." A short polite nod.

Illyria nods.

"Good. We are acquainted."

She holds up a small book that she's been carrying and rather forcefully puts it down on the table, open to some random page in the center.

"I was given this by the bar, at the recommendation of one of the Ghost-busters. I do not see how humans can manage such things with only four limbs. I would like an explanation, and perhaps a demonstration."

The book? Oh, just the Kama Sutra.

He blinks and picks up the book.

He blinks again and raises his eyebrows. Eventually he grins, as he pages through the book. "I was not aware that they were compiling a collection." He states, rather amused.

"Oh...Yes, I remember that one." He snorts and shakes his head as if trying to remove a bad memory. "That can certainly be arranged, mademoiselle."
Then he catches on to the mention of a ghostbuster. "May I ask this Ghostbuster's name? I would like to thank the man when next I see him."

He smirks slightly.

Illyria thinks for a moment. It is exceedingly hard to remember that these humans have names.

"Venkman, I believe. He painted a very interesting mental picture of the act of intercourse that made it sound rather worth my time after all."

He grimaces a moment at the thought of the Ghostbuster, who's name he didn't know, combined with the thought of intercourse.

Thank you for -that- mental image.

"It is worth everybody's time." He smirks coyly.

"I am hardly the same as everybody," Illyria says with a great deal of disdain.

"Be that as it may, you made me an offer several days ago, and I would like to accept it. I trust this suggestion is still amenable to you?"

Illyria says it in a tone that makes it clear that he's going to be in big trouble if it's not (and possibly bigger trouble if it is.)

"My apologies, M'lady." He replies sardonically.

"But yes, the offer still stands. You will be pleased with my demonstration, I assure you." He says levelly.

He could use a bit of trouble.

"Very well. I trust that this will be entertaining at the least." Illyria replies, all business.

"Shall we adjourn to your room or mine?"

He nods once in acknowledgment.

"I have not requested a room as of yet. Therefore, yours would be preferable." He smiles and it may just look sincere, so long as you don't look in his eyes.

Let us waste no more time, then."

She turns, confident that the young Frenchman will follow, and heads up the stairs.

Continued here (http://-perfectblue.livejournal.com/2923.html)

And follow he does. ~~Silly boy.~~

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