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Sighing to herself, Imogen mentally scolded herself repeatedly as she waited for the water to boil, deciding a nice cup of tea would be a good way to ease into the conversation of what happened. But maybe she would be lucky and the girl wouldn’t remember anything? She hoped for the latter, but she sat there thinking up excuses anyways as she watched the kettle. It was only a moment later the water boiled, as she placed the tea bag into the Hermes cup. Grabbing some pain killers, she placed them on the saucer as she started heading back to the bedroom. She always kept her house dimly lit, she wasn’t one for too many lights, so she squinted a little to see if the girl was up or not. Of course, it was in vain as she couldn’t see, she pushed the door open gently with her foot as she placed the tea on the end table beside her. Noting that she still seemed to be out, she headed to the master bathroom beside her bedroom, sighing to herself as she wrung out a warm cloth to place on the girl’s head.

Heading back to the bed, she decided to flicker the lamp on, placing the warm cloth against the side of the girl’s head. It was a terrible bruise, and it hurt her that she did that to her. Leaning in, she was about to give the girl’s head a delicate kiss as she noticed that the girl was indeed awake. “Bambi?” She questioned, sitting straight in the seat now, waiting for the girl to bring up any mention of what happened. “Are.. Are you okay?”

Forget About It

her head’s a whirring mess and the pulsing pain from her left cheek has her jolting awake. she almost clenches her jaw together as she pushes herself to sit up until another a shot of pain from her cheek reminds her why that is a bad idea, and she pulls her brows into a frown. where in the seven hells– 

she sits up, trying to stay alert despite the pounding headache while she attempts to make out of this place and recall what in the world has she done to land her here. 

this isn’t the way she has imagined her friday night to be. she’s done with a day’s shift at the Black Lace and is on her way back, mind filled with options for supper while she continues with the latest episodes of her favourite shows. life can’t be any better than that. but apparently it can be worse. she remembers walking down along the streets, no one seemingly dangerous in sight until she bumps into someone and the next thing she knows she’s knocked out with a blow and here she is, wounded in someone else’s bed. 

the person whom she has bumped into seems to be someone she knows of but she can’t quite point out who that is with such familiarity. she shifts slightly, making herself comfortable though the situation calls for more vigilance from her side, fingers trailing lightly against the bruised cheek as she glances around. she turns, searching through the bedside drawers before successfully landing herself a handy tool that can be used as a weapon – just in case since there might be some sort of traps around or should anyone pop out with vile intentions – while she debates if she should slip out of bed and leave.

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Bribery

( noraverlac ) Word travels fast when new people move in, and it wasn’t long before she heard words of a police officer new to town. Now, if there was two things that Imogen was good at dealing with was one, police officers, and two, females. She put on her best McQueen dress, a pair of his pumps as well, and decided to bring her a house warming gift basket for moving in. She personally built it herself with the finest bathing brands - the highest quality bathrobes and the whole shebang. Anything to make a good impression, right? That was the first thing she learned on her own, how to appear likeable - at least, not arrestable.

Parking her car in front of the woman’s house, she was careful to get out as of to not walk over grass and get her shoes dirty. Although she never cared about dirt or even blood when she was assassinating, when she was posing as a business owner and ‘widow,’ she preferred to remain immaculate. Pulling her shades up and using them to hold her hair back, she rang the door bell, gift basket in hand. She put on her best smile, eagerly waiting to make the best first impression in the world. Remember - likeable, not arrestable.

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Not even the woman’s voice disappointed in any way, Imogen thought to herself as she stirred the drink in her hand, mainly to watch the golden flakes rotate in it. It was like seeing gold was a comfort to her, and relaxed her nerves as she took a seat on the stool beside her, delicately tucking her skirt under her as she did so, resting her heels against the stool leg as she crossed one of her legs. The woman in front of her was definitely a pleasure, so she didn’t mind continuing the conversation. Generally with her line of work, she tried to avoid familiarity. She didn’t need to know anyone beyond thanking them for their money. But.. She really just wanted to see this woman’s face more.

“Sumire?” Imogen repeated, as if the annunciation across her lips would allow her to keep it closer in her mind. She gave a smile, as she took a sip of the drink, letting out a quiet, content sigh afterwards. “Is it your favourite business?” She cooed, although Sumire’s flattery definitely did not go unnoticed as she leaned in so they could talk at comfier volumes, her elbows propped on the bar as her voice was now in hushed tones.

“I believe women’s night is a nice relief from the usual grabby handed men, they can get so rowdy and controlling. Women, however..” She said with a pause, her eyes darting to meet her gaze. “Are so comforting, so patient.. They aren’t so needy to get their compulsions, yes?”

Happy

It had been months since Sumire first began frequenting Black Lace, an establishment that was built to fulfill one’s deeper desires and not question or judge as long as you could bring in the cash to own up.   Being a woman attracted to other women, the idea of a Ladies’ Night had set her on cloud-nine; the thought of being surrounded by beautiful women having her relishing with joy.

Bambi, otherwise known as her dear Arya, helped to keep Sumire coming back again-and-again.  Money never proved to be an issue either, so splurging on dances and drinks proved to be one of her new favorite ways to treat herself.

Having just arrived and settled at the bar, Sumire was caught off guard by the sudden drink sent in her direction, a glass of Luxor gold leaf champagne. Looking to see where it came from, the woman’s gaze met the others’, instantly smitten by the image of sheer beauty that also had apparently bought her a drink.

“It’s both an honor and a pleasure to meet you, Miss Imogen—I want to sincerely thank you so much for holding this event, especially for women such as myself.” She glanced away shyly, taking the split-second to gather herself. 

“I’m Sumire Buchanen, but feel free to call me by just ‘Sumire’.  Might I also say that it’s refreshing to see such a gorgeous face behind one of my favorite businesses here in Chatswin?”  

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Honestly, she was surprised that the person she approached even knew the difference. Most people generalized them as dark gray, and the same colour, and completely irrelevant either way, so she was more than thrilled when she got an honest answer. “Oh, but they wouldn’t know half as much as you! I ask and they recommend emerald. Can you believe it? Emerald - with my skintone. No way.”

He eyed the different colors, one grey-ish, the other one black– though he knew the words she used for them were correct, he’d still think of them as such. “T'charcoal would jus’ make y'look… dull; muddy, even. I’d say t'onyx– an’ y’should probably ask someone who works here next time, as well.”

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Clientele

( aimeexc ) 

Wisteria was a small and tiny place - at least, small enough that word spread quickly. Gossip columnists were always on the ball, and people were always quick to spread any gossip anyways. So when Imogen heard of a young lady who was a Victoria Secret model working here, her interest was piqued. Black Lace could use another beautiful woman who already has modelling experience. Be it for advertising, posters, working there, anything. So it wasn’t long before she tracked the girl down - at least an email, and sent her a request to meet her at a cafe nearby. 

She was glad when the girl responded, but Imogen had no doubt she would. She offered a rather decent starting wage, and included limited details about the job. Basically enough to bait her in and than drop it on her - oh yeah, it’s a gentleman’s club.

Tapping her manicured nails against the coffee table as she waited, not wanting to drink any of her triple-shot soy latte until Aimee was here to pace the drink, she let out a soft sigh to herself as she waited.  Now, she had never actually seen the other girl, but she trusted as a Victoria Secret model that she wouldn’t be disappointing.

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Imogen had been on her way back from her office, heading home for a few hours before probably heading back to the office. She never had much to keep her busy these days, a few hits here and there, not a whole lot of plans with friends. So she’d often pass the time taking long walks, weird routes home, unnecessary stops and turns. Today was no different. Glancing at her watch with a soft sigh, she was too preoccupied by how slow time was moving - even her seconds hand on her watch felt slower, so she had no defense for the upcoming collision.

Thanks to her training, it took a lot more than a person to knock her over, so balance was no issue as her eyes flickered up to gaze at the person who bumped into her. She was usually quick to anger, she liked showing off her power to those who angered her, but such a timid woman was in front of her. From the nervous reaction to the flush on her cheeks, from the way she was clutching her camera like it was gold - Imogen couldn’t help but be the farthest thing from angry. No, it was more like she was deeply intrigued.

“Are you quite alright, little dove?” She questioned, arching an eyebrow over her Blvari sunglasses, her eyes taking a moment to scan the female in front of her before taking them off her face and giving her a warm smile.

a fresh new start

After settling in her new home with the help of a friend, Lauren finally had some free time to herself. After all, too many things had happened too quickly in her opinion and if she had a choice, she would never choose to leave London just like that. Plopping down onto her couch with a sigh, she flipped through the channels on her TV and found nothing interesting—before she shifted her gaze to her most prized possession—her camera which cost her a fortune but she would forgo anything just to be able to lay her hands on them. She got up quickly and reached over to pick the brand new camera up, examining it like the first time she was seeing it. Making sure that the battery was full and the SD card still had memory, she stepped out of the house without even making sure she looked presentable (in fact, she was wearing an over-sized jumper with yoga pants and to top it off, a messy bun that she couldn’t be bothered to tidy up before leaving her house). Just… don’t let any neighbours see me at this time. She muttered to herself as she stepped out of the house.

She found herself snapping continuously on her DSLR while observing this beautiful little neighbourhood. She had always been interested in the little details that contribute to the beauty of anything, and out of all days she found herself fascinated with the birds. Are they of different breed as those back in London? She asked herself as she chased after this sparrow-looking bird that caught her attention (a tad silly to chase after a flying creature but who cared enough to stop her?). That was when she bumped right into this person who was just standing in front of her. Flushed from head to toes, she slowly pulled her camera out of her face as she chewed on her lower lip.

“I'm—I’m so, so sorry.”

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ouatfashion:

A recent post/shoot of Jamie for her blog whatthechung. Shoes:  Alaia heels Jumper: Lovers + Friends Clutch: KS Saturday envelope clutch Jacket: The Arrivals NYC Necklace: Capewell

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“Oh, excuse me? Which colour would you think looks better with my skin tone? This charcoal dress or this onyx dress?”

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Happy

( sumireb )

Ah, the illusive Ladies Night at Black Lace. The only night Imogen actually bothered to go and greet her patrons. Something about seeing a bunch of horny old men just didn’t do it for her, but Ladies Night, a bunch of gorgeous women requesting to see her gorgeous women - she just liked it a whole lot more. They were more well-kept, she didn’t have to escort many out for being too drunk, and generally her girls were a lot more relaxed on this night.

But, she had someone in mind she needed to talk to, Bambi told her about her. A frequent customer with generous tips, someone Bambi actually doesn’t mind seeing. She was a shy girl, so to openly talk about a customer was new, and Imogen’s curiosity was piqued. Especially with anyone who brings in revenue and isn’t a slimy greaseball.

After Bambi pointed her out for her, Imogen approached her at the bar, sliding over a drink for her. A very expensive champagne, even. Anything for her .. richer customers. Flashing her a smile, once Imogen caught the woman’s attention, she was about to speak but took a moment to be taken aback by her face.

Imogen always knew she preferred women, but she never quite knew how much until she seen this person’s face. “Hello, I’m Black Lace’s owner, you can call me Imogen.” She said, her voice soft, as she reached to flip her own hair back.

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Forget About It

( aryasilverstone ) Everything had happened so fast. Way too fast that Imogen hadn’t even had time to think. Here she was, in her office, having just assassinated a man from her old mafia trying to murder her. She didn’t even know any of her staff members were still in the store, as they agreed to meet late, but the moment the door burst open, Imogen’s reflexes kicked in and she was kick to knock the girl out. Not even gracefully or gently, she literally just high kicked her along the side of the head. Imagine her guilt when she looked down and it was her sweet, little Bambi.

“Oh my god, oh shit- - “ was her initial reaction, as here she was, her gorgeous dress now stained in blood from the man she murdered, and her darling Bambi had a good bruise on the side of her face thanks to her kick. Checking her pulse, she let out the hugest sigh of relief to herself when she found out she hadn’t killed the girl. But, now here she was, amazed at what had just happened, inwardly scolding herself. Lifting the girl up and placing her on the velvet couch she had in her office, she decided to dispose of the body first. Imogen wasn’t an expert at body disposal, just really good at not leaving any traces, so she left his body out in the alley. She knew for a fact there was no way anyone could track it was her, so she was always sloppy with the disposal.

But, after cleaning up her office, she was amazed Arya still hadn’t awoken. What to do? Sighing to herself, she lifted the girl onto her shoulder, deciding to just bring her home. This body was different, and she treated it like she was transporting the finest glass. Placing Arya in the backseat of her car, Imogen made her travels to her house. “How is she still not awake?” She asked with a sigh, as she pulled into her own driveway.

Carrying Arya inside, she placed her on her bed, making sure she was wrapped in blankets as she left to prepare an iced pack and some medicine for probably the hugest headache in her life coming up.

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Gold

( anthxnyc )

She didn’t know much about the person, other than where to find him and what he looks like. Imogen never asked questions, she just simply did as she was requested to do. Especially as she received a quarter of the payment upfront, which for hits, is still a hefty amount of money. More than enough to cover the pair of Roberto Cavalli pumps, which of course, she wore to her soon-to-be assassination. It was like walking in your down payment made it much more easier to do.

Making her way into the bar she knew he would be at, it wasn’t long before she spotted him. She made her own in a corner, not really doing much but being on her phone, ordering a few drinks but never really drinking it, until she saw him leaving. There, she went to the back alley and waited, and as soon as he opened the back door to leave, she had him in a neck lock and forced the door closed with her heels, the small dagger she had against his neck helping her force him away from the door. 

She wasn’t one to let them speak or say any final words, and was about to have the deed over and done with, until..

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Introducing IMOGEN PARK of Chatswin, a TWENTY-SEVEN year old OWNER of Black Lace. She is single and lives at 6 WISTERIA LANE. She is played by JAMIE CHUNG and is TAKEN.

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