Natasha calls her couains and asks them to kindly meet her at the Speak Easy, there is something she wishes to discuss with them. She hopes they oblige her.
When they arrive, they find the club is closed from the public, so they basically have the club to themselves. They are treated to red carpet treatment and are met at the door by a set of twins. they are their personal waitresses, pretty girls with black hair and crystaline blue eyes. They guide her cousin's in, leading them to a table with the best view of the stage. Natasha is set on the edge of the stage.
She smiles sweetly to her cousins, "Welcome, the twins here will fetch you whatever you like."
The first thing they notice is that the club looks drastically different. Once and smooth and classy jazz joint is now an over-dramatic haunted house. Smoke and cobwebs are everywhere, draped over fake plastic coffin and glowing white skeletons dressed in tattered wears. Smoke spews up from a bubbling cauldron filled with a mysterious crude. Some of the waiters and bus boys are dressed as zombies. The waitresses are dressed as lowly victims of a zombie attack. The lights of the club all flicker and fade randomly, adding to the creepy atmosphere. Over all this is an onminous soundtrack dotted with terror stricken shrieks, gutteral growls and undead-like moans...all followed by a booming voice calling out, "HAPPY HALLOWEEN!" Fading off into deranged laughter.
"You may be wondering about the theatrics? Well, doing this for the season and an idea hit me. People flock to these gathering around this time like moths to the flame. Feeling afraid makes them feel alive," she couldn't hide the bemused smile at the irony of her last statement. "I propose that we put on a haunted house and give them a..real..good...time."
Her lips part into a truely wicked and oddly delighted smile. She watches them, studying their reactions carefully.

 When I enter I am apprehensive about the decor and arrangement, but Natasha has succeeded where others have failed and her insight into certain things can not certainly be glossed over. At the sights and sounds a certain wicked smile encroaches Goergio's hallow lips with a grin slowly creeping over his face.

"I believe we would have to make certain only a few actually witness the true nature of the actors. If that were plausible then I do believe we could certainly scare someone, to death," as he emphasizes his words.

"I have a few errant spirits about that might suit the task, but I believe I would have to leave the corpses to someone better suited," with a knowing gaze.

"We could even involve some of the family, no one has been particularly unsavory as of late that might suit that role?"

"Perfect, we need to locate a residence. Something uninhabited and not comepletely condemned. I'm sure I could get a team together to make a place look a bit more...spooky. With a house collected, I can start up work on the theme and ground plan."
She observes them both and chuckles lightly.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be giving out orders. I guess I'm just so excited about this."
She squirms on the stage lightly. She smiles and slides from it. She snatches up some files off a near by table. She hands the file to them, inside are some hand drawn sketches and rough drafts of floor plans.
"I've been using the internet a lot lately and reading on fear studies. I bet if we work this to touch on the most common of fears, we could get the best reaction. Zombies and scary monsters are nice...but people in general aren't afraid of them. Children yes, but most adults know better. I have a section where they would be trapped in a pitch black room. The stereo system would then assault them with subtle noises. Strings from the cieling would make their minds go crazy..."
She stops herself, placing a hand on her chest. Old habits die hard. She laughs again.
"I'm rambling on like a school girl."

 "It sounds delightful my dear, I am certain we can arrange for a house, where would you like it?" with a slight smile at her girlish mannerisms. So like my delightful sister and so different. Perhaps if she were a double blood, but she is not.

"I am certain Allesio can arrange something for you. It can be his gift to you for Halloween. How have things been dear Allesio?" with a quick look and a smile upon my face. I am certain he has no idea what a quagmire he has placed himself in.

 Seeing him start to squirm under my gaze I turn back to Natasha, giving her a predatory smile that is more befitting a lover then a cousin. She was raised amongst the family and knows our amusing games we enjoy playing, the debauchery never far from our twisted minds. I reach into my pocket, producing a set of keys.

"Here my dear, the bank owns a house in the suburbs that is isolated enough that it should suit your purpose," as I hand her the keys. "I'll speak with the board so they can cloud over whom exactly purchased it, in case things get a bit out of hand. We certainly would not want this coming back to bite us in the ass. I expect to be kept abreast of your progress in the matter. Should you need anything further I will handle it. Can you have the place prepared in a few days my dear? We shall need a bit of time to make all the needed upgrades before we make any invitations," as he licks his lips in a seductive fashion, though it is uncertain if it was directed at Natasha or the prospect of the endeavor itself.

If her heart could jump, it would, right when her favoured cousin looks at her like that. She steps close to him, quite close infact. Her silken gloved hands smooth over the lapel of his suit jacket. There is a subtle lashiviousness glimmering in her dark eyes. She listens intently to Goergio, her fingers capturing the keys in the palm of her hand.
"I can get it done in a couple of days. I'll have the staff here help me out. I should have all the construction to it done quite soon. I'll have the construction team and the staff work non-stop, though I'll have to double their pay. No consequence though."
She quickly places her keys into her purse, looking back to Georgio. Her hands clasp his tie, she she adjust for him, making sure that it is neither too tight or too lose. Her adoration for her cousin is obvious as she rises to her toes and leaves a breif, but lingering kiss upon his cheek.
"Thank you so much Darling," she purrs to him.  

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