*It is a millisecond to midnight when she appears at the SpeakEasy. After a few nights of aching for something non-American she was led here.

She parks her Masarati in the alley then heads over. Dressed in a silken, burgandy, strappy dress that ends just under her knee. An elegant, beige belt cinches her waist, the buckle is a silver sparrow. Black heals clink with each dainty step. Her brown hair has been curled into a bun and pinned back with a large black rose, a few stray ringletts fall over her pretty face, yet most is hidden under a very long, hand-knit beige shawl that she has placed over her hair. Kara clutches onto a small black, satin clutch purse and waits to be seated.*

A hostess approaches Kara and smiles.
"How many?" she requests. The hostess looks over the reservation list. A light on the podium blinks and the hostess looks to Kara, a mix of surprise and confusion.
"It would seem Ms.Milliner requests the honor of your presense. Allow me to show you to the VIP lounge."
The hostess passes through the sparsely occupied dance floor. On stage is a pretty blonde girl with an acoustic guitar singing a haunting melodic love song in French. Kara is guided into the VIP lounge. There Natasha is entertaining herself with two very, very, attractive italian men. Deeply tanned olive skin, dark hair; cut short and slicked back. Sultry brown eyes and handsome square jawed features. Both dressed in matching Gucci suits. Her two pure bred Doberman's sit up, their ears perked as someone new enters the room. She looks up from one of her models who was busy necking her; and smiles to Kara.
"So wonderful to see you again," she says as she palms one man in his face to push him off her. She stands and crosses the room to greet Kara. She extends her hand to the fellow kindred.
"Come in, come in," she urges. Her lips parted into a wide, and welcoming smile. "You look lovely tonight dear."  

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*Kara did not expect to be ushered to the VIP room, nor was she certain that this was Natasha's place, so she is pleasently surprised. She follows the hostess into the VIP room and eyes the two men in the pricy suits. If she finds them hot or not there is no indication on her face. The dobermen though get a smile yet it is Natasha that gets a full out happy-face.* (in Italian) Good evening, signora. What an honor this is. *Her hand slides in the others, a delicate touch.* Thank you for having me here. *Sky-blues shift to the men trying to catch any indication to whether or not they speak her language.*

(In Italian) "Oh of course, and don't worry about them. They may look italian, but they aren't. They don't even speak the language, I just thought they looked tastey."
Natasha gives Kara a predatory smile, followed with a wink. She leads the lady into the lounge. She shoos one of the models over, so that Kara could have a warm place to sit.
"If you wish, they could leave," she says in italian.

(Italian) Signora...If you desire they could stay *she eyes the men as one would eye a tasty treat. But she does not hunger, she aches...and that makes the desire grow inside her like a carnivorous bacteria.

Kara takes a seat and crosses her legs at the ankle.*

She notes the look in Kara's eyes and smirks.
"This is Joseph and this is his brother Mark," she says in English. "Boys, this is a dear friend of mine."
They look to her, waiting for her to finish the introductions. Instead, she simply sits down, allowing one of the men to lighly grope her. She raises an eyebrow at him raising a finger and making a light tsking noise.
"No touchie, you haven't earned the privilage yet. Why don't you go entertain our lovely guest here."
She clears her throat.
"I found them popping X in the bathroom," she mutters in italian. "Makes them so compliant."

*She nods to the boys* So lovely...*she utters as if she actually cares that they are pretty, then turns to Natasha and speaks in Italian* High? I love pretty creatures when they are high....*her eyes glisten impishly. A druggy always likes her prey high.*

"Yes, about two pills each," she says as she snaps her fingers. Their personal waitress comes out.
"Please bring these boys some water."
She looks to Kara as Mark slides over to her. He smiles to her.
She slips back into her native tongue, "they are sooo nice."

*Her sky-blue eyes roam over Mark. Yes, he is an attractive boy but she shows no signs of finding him desireble in that way.*

Do you think they will remember us tomorrow? *she asks in Italian.*

She laughs to that as Joseph leans in, kissing along her neck. She pretends to enjoy it, even uttering a soft moan.
"You mean, if they survive us?" she says in italian. "No, I do not think they will."
The waitress brings the water bottles and sets them on the coffee table before them. She promptly leaves without so much as a word.

(Italian) You know, it was a pleasent surprise finding you here tonight. I am anticipating singing for your Signore. *She does look as if she is waiting for it, as if it is an Honor.

A side-long glance to Mark, if he touches her she will break his neck.*  

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"I'm still working on that unfortunately," she pushes Joseph back a bit and looks to Kara, never slipping out of italian.
"You know," Joseph interjects. "Its rude talking in a language we don't understand."
Natasha looks at him. She briefly fatasized about tearing into his throat like a wild beast. Instead, she smiles and lifts a finger. She firmly places the tip on his lips.
"Shush, window dressing doesn't speak," she says to him in english.
Mark seems to notice Kara's apprehension and moves back some. He shoots Joseph a look and moths the words ice princess. Either way, both are silent.
She slips back into italian, "worthless pigs. Anyway, it is quite a big ordeal, I wish everything to be perfect."

(Italian) All in due time *she offers Natasha a pretty smile.

Kara's caught Mark's nasty remark so she falls into character and slips back into English* You know, we have two beautiful men by our sides, we are very lucky...aren't we? *Her hand slips to Mark's back and trickles up his spine to the back of his hair. Long, agile fingers weave though his hair.* Wouldn't it be lovely to play with the boys, Natasha? *She's had enough of this idiot's crap...even though he hadn't done much it was enough to get Kara aggrivated. He needs to be hurt...now.*

Mark just looks at Kara and raises a brow. Oh, now she wants some affection. He studies the gothic princess before him. Her fingers go into his hair and he moves back. He adjusts his hair and smiles to her. He slips an arm around her shoulders.
"Be careful with the hair babe," he grins to her. He glances down to her cleveage, maybe she looks good naked.
Natasha rolls her eyes and looks over to Joseph. Kara may have a simplier time feeding from her drugged out lovely. Natasha's victims are caught in a thrall of pain, not pleasure. She grabs the bottle of water and hands it too him. As he drinks, she reaches into her purse, pulling out a small silver pill case. She opens it, setting it on the coffee table. Joseph, drink half the bottle and looks to the pill case.
"Is that some more X," he raises a brow. Natasha nods, motioning with her hand for him to help himself. Of course, he obliges, as does Mark. She looks to Kara and smiles, slipping into Italian.
"I've never done extasy before, so this ought to be an...interesting experiment."

*Kara does NOT like being touched, it is rare she'll let anyone put their grubby hands on her. So it's no doubt she gets very angry at Mark. With a hiss under her breath she wiggles out from under his arm and plucks a little tube out from a tiny pocket.*

(English) The more drugs the better we can play, yes boys?

*Then she looks at Natasha* (Italain) I know a game, it is called chicken...have you ever played Natasha? With your experiment it may turn out to be a fun game...*she opens the tube and puts out two lines of coke for each boy.* We watch them get high, then scare them...they run...*a low chuckle* we chace them.

(English) Two for each of you. *She says to the boys* Be good boys and take your pills first....and then, just then, if you are very good boys Natasha and I will play a nice little game with you.

"Chicken?" she inquires in italian. She watches Kara work, her polite and sweet mask sliding over her. She became another girl, the fun party girl. Pretty blue eyes fluttering up at these doofs, she spinning her subtle illusion over their drug addled minds.
A slow smile creeps across her lips as she falls into the game. She picks up a pill from the pillbox, putting it in her mouth she kisses Joseph. In the kiss she slips him the pill, pushing him back once she's sure he swallowed.
Mark sees this and looks to Kara. He's hesitant and waits for her to make a move. When she doesn't, he simply takes the pill quickly.
"Hey," Mark slurrs to Kara. "Aren't you bitches going to have any?"
"Bitch?" she whispers. This was indeed a great offence and the mood shift in Natasha is almost visible. Her body is tense, but her face is a facade. Natasha raises a curt brow, her amused smile quickly becoming wickedly predatory. Her hands grip at the cushions.

*She watches Natasha and Joseph, then looks at Mark and raises a brow as he calls them that. She is going to tie him up by his intestines...

A look is cast to Natasha, sencing her aggrivation for these two little idiots, the look on her face reads Not yet...for she fears Natasha may explode on the boys before they have had their coke, and everyone knows you don't mix X with coke...ever.

Kara draws out three lines for herself.* You go, I go. *a bill is rolled up for herself, Mark can snort it up like a Hoover for all she cares.*  

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Natasha smiles a bit, relaxing back agaist he couch. she closes her eyes and soothes herself. She is all but forgotten by Joseph and Mark was on the ready for the coke. The boys take their pills and waits for Kara to make her move.

*Kara leans over the first line of coke and soon it is almost all gone,with her pinkie she dabs up the last bits and licks then off. With a smug smile she looks at pretty boy and gestures to his line.* To the last speckle of powder *hot shot...she thinks*

Mark is first to lean in and snort up a line. He dabs up some with his index and rubs it against his teeth. Joseph is next, he slower then his friend, but manages to get the line in. He sits back, leaning against Natasha, laughing as she palms his face to push him off her.