Orion Seduction vs. Cardassian Guile - Part 1 (RP Log)

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Roleplay Log
15 Feb 2014
Main Turbolift [Deep Space 9]
Unlike Starfleet turoblifts, this Cardassian design allows the front portion open with only a handrail guarding between the moving bulkhead and its passengers. The turbolift system allows residents and other personnel to access the other areas of the space station.

Enroute to the Promenade, Muireann sits in the back of the turbolift as it makes another stop to pick another up.

Vrillak enters the lift, his clothes perfectly tailored and not a hair out of place. His eyes settle on you at once. "My dear," he says in a soft, cultured voice. "It's been too long."

"Indeed it has." Muireann's lips curl playfully, "Someone looks like he's going on a date. Or are you usually this clean-cut?"

"How," Vrillak asks with an answering smile, "can I sell clothes convincingly if I look like a slob? And no, my dear lady, there is no date. Nor do I anticipate one."

Muireann giggles, "A man as charming as you without a date? I hardly believe it." She once again orders the turbolift on its way since it hasn't moved since the latest stop.

Muireann says, "Promenade."

The doors slide closed and Main Turbolift begins to move.
Main Turbolift comes to a halt and the doors slide open.
A smooth British-accented male voice says, "Now at Central Core - Promenade."

Vrillak says, "Please do believe it."

Vrillak says, "Now, where to? Or am I keeping you from an appointment elsewhere?"

Muireann shakes her head, "I was going to pop into my shop briefly to see how it's running and see if my latest shipment has arrived. Other than that, grab a coffee. And you? What are you up to considering there's no date?"

Giving you a charming smile, Vrillak avers, "I don't have plans at the present, my dear. May I walk with you?"

"You may," Muireann replies with a grin as the turbolift stops, exiting into the central core along with the Cardassian.

Thingamajig Miscellany [Deep Space 9]
This small, quaint shop is newly opened after some major renovations. Just inside the door, the shop opens into a seating area with plush chairs for patrons to relax. On one side, a classic mechanical register, complete with buttons and price tabs, sits atop a deep mahogany counter. This counter is affixed to both an old-fashioned soda fountain and a pastry cabinet which faces the seating area. A soda jerk in classical attire stands behind the counter.
Opposite the snacking area, and curving towards the back of the storefront, mahogany shelving units carry all manner of goods. The largest theme among the goods would appear to be clockworks and other mechanical goodies, but there is a great variety of items for purchase here. A door sits in the back, labelled 'STAFF ONLY', and leads to the Storeroom.

Muireann arrives from Promenade - Section A.

Vrillak was waiting for you in your shop. He's paying for a root beer float.

Muireann follows shortly behind Vrillak, smile on her face. She seems to almost skip over towards the back room, taking a peek at the inventory. "Looks like the delivery should come later today then," she replies as she walks back towards Vrillak, hands playfully behind her back in a rather 'cute' pose. "Oh, like the root beer, do you?" she inquires.

Vrillak nods, his mug in his left hand. "I do, Muireann. I do." So, where shall we go? Or would you rather talk right where we are?" "Let's get some coffee," Muireann replies with a giggle, starting back towards the door. "I'm in the mood for something hot and highly caffeinated."

The door leading to Out slides open.
Muireann leaves for Promenade - Section A.

Saith & Soah Coffeehouse [Deep Space 9]
The smell of coffee and chocolate overwhelms the senses as you enter through the glass doors from the station's promenade, a little brass-colored bell attached high on the door dings whenever it is opened-- a purely novel gadget, surely. This is a small place, quite modest in appearance and setting. No more than three small tables sit overlooking windows to the bustling commerce area outside, windows that are partially obstructed by a display of boxes of tea and large bags of gourmet Rihannsu coffee.
Artwork hangs on walls, bookshelves between the canvases hold a variety of well-worn Rihannsu literature and wooden bins of custom tea and coffee varieties. A little further back in the shop, a glass counter showcases no less than a hundred different types of chocolate confections, from the mundane to the extravagant. A row of clear glass containers sit atop the counter, also filled with sugary treats. This is one of those hidden gems that most visitors will pass by without a second glance; the sweets are heavenly and the coffee is ground and brewed as you wait. There hardly ever seems to be more than a few people in the shop at any given time. It is obvious that a place like this is about more than its wares. It is about relaxation and companionship, it is about unwinding from a long day and laughing with friends.

Muireann comes up to the front counter and orders a most expressive display of coffee discipline. "One triple grande skinny cherry vanilla raktajino, easy foam, please," she requests of the barista, rocking from her heels to her toes with her hands at the small of her back. This order may take a bit, so she certainly leaves a small tip in the tip jar.

"Red leaf tea," Vrillak murmurs, coming up beside you. Taking his tea, he goes to an out of the way corner table and holds it for you while your coffee is made.

"Oh, right after a root beer float, hmm? Someone's adventurous," Muireann replies with a grin as he disappears off to a corner. As her drink is ready, she heads over towards the back, making a small display of her casually seating herself in front of him. "So what have you been up to lately?" she inquires, softly sipping at her hot drink to test. Still a bit warm, she settles it down on the small table. Vrillak smiles at you. "I made a trip to Earth to deliver a custom item to a friend. I'd never been to Earth as it happens." He leans back in his chair, looking most comfortable.

"Earth is beautiful, isn't it? So green and lush," Muireann comments, her lips curling playfully as she decides to give her drink another sip. A small one was managed. "I was born there," she replies.

"Then you are half Orion," Vrillak asks? "I don't know as we discussed it. Perhaps not."

"Yes, my mother is much more emerald than I am, I admit." Muireann giggles a bit as she leans back. "But I'm green enough to pass as a full, unless I'm side by side with my mother."

Vrillak nods. "Ah." He smiles at you. "Well, it is a most pleasant shade of green."

Muireann smiles softly back at Vrillak, "Why thank you, kind sir. So, aside from bringing an item to a friend, did you get a chance to sight-see at all while there?"

Vrillak nods. "The California coast is lovely, but cold. I prefered Cairo. Much warmer. We do love the heat." he adds a smile. "Not enough water in Cairo for my tastes. If there's heat, there's gotta be coastline, in my opinion." Muireann adds with a teasing smile, "It's hard to rock a bikini in the desert."

Vrillak says, "Sometime you should visit Alexandria and reconsider, my dear."

Muireann giggles softly. "Maybe, just maybe." She takes another sip of her coffee and leans forward. "But I bet you're glad to be back on station, hmm?"

Vrillak leans towards you, smiling, "do you say so because of your presence, or for another reason," he asks teasingly?

"Would I be wrong to firstly imply it's because of my presence?" the Orion replies back with a grin. Muireann leans forward a bit herself, looking the Cardassian straight in the eyes. "You know you missed me."

"Not entirely wrong, no. I've meant to get back to you and take up our talk for some time. Personal matters and business matters alike kept me away. However," he adds, smiling, "both sets of matters have been taken care of."

"You still need to take my measurements," Muireann teases. "We might have to look into that following our little coffee... visit." She giggles softly, leaning back again to take a sip.

Vrillak nods. "You're quite right, my dear. The question becomes, did you miss me? If you didn't, I understand. You are doubtless thronged by male company seeking your ... attentions." A smile plays at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, but none with a tongue like yours." Muireann's smile curls up again, and she takes another sip.

"You flatter me, my dear. Fortunately, I recognize it and accept it as is." he bows slightly at the shoulders.

"Oh really, and what would that be?" Muireann replies with a laugh. "I did miss seeing you about, Mister Vrillak," she replies, smiling softly. "We still have some merchant to merchant discussions to have, you know."

"What would your flattery be? Why, only your sensual gregariousness, of course." he adds, "that's no criticism. But I would never presume that it meant anything significant in my case. That would be arrogant presumption on my part. And yes, I realize we left matters unfinished. I'm glad we're here in that case, my dear."

"Oh, I could be having coffee with anyone, Mister Vrillak, but we're here together now, indeed," Muireann replies with a giggle. "Worry not about your 'significance'."

Vrillak smiles. "I will not give a further thought to my significance, my dear lady," he smiles a warm, charming smile, "until I have any to worry about. I trust you'll tell me when that day arrives assuming it does." He appears to be enjoying the verbal dance.

Muireann grins and picks up her coffee, using it to punctuate her point briefly. "Don't be so modest, Mister Vrillak." After taking another sip, she leans forward again, settling the drink down and gazing at him a little closer. "It's unbecoming of you. You're more than that."

Vrillak smiles. "What I am in point of fact is an interesting question," he murmurs, a gleam in his eyes. "What I am to you is a more interesting one."

"People are more than their profession," Muireann replies, continuing to lean forward. "But until now, I haven't been able to explore that." She bites her lip playfully.

Vrillak looks into your silvery grey eyes. He seems to be holding his own quite nicely despite your proximity and natural seductive charm. "Then you may do so," he invites.

Muireann giggles gently. "Won't you tell me who you are?" she asks softly. Clearly by her demeanor, she isn't imagining any deception right now, but rather a more personal nature. Her eyes gaze into his, even a little heavy-lidded.

Vrillak smiles back at you. "Just plain, simple Vrillak, my dear. Your humble tailor and resident Cardassian. Beyond that, what would you care to know?"

"People are more than just their profession," the Orion replies again with a gentle giggle. Muireann even dares to reach out a hand to caress the ridge along his right eye.

Vrillak shivers, your touch clearly erotic in some fashion. "And again," he replies, his voice still managing rock solid steadyness, "how much more do you want?" A slight emphasis, a delicate verbal stress, is placed on 'more.'

"I like to learn all about a person," Muireann breathes as she comes closer, leaving mere inches between them. Her breath is hot and scented with the cherry vanilla of her coffee. "From head to toe."

"You would," Vrillak murmurs. He continues meeting your gaze squarely. You're clearly affecting him, but he quashes that, denying you any overt satisfaction in showing his arousal more openly. "I came from a family of farmers on Cardassia IV. You might say that I prefered selling the end products rather than collecting the raw materials, so to speak."

The caresses continue, eyes intently on Vrillak. "Not into hard labor, hmm?" she teases, a grin growing on her face.

"Depends on the labor in question," Vrillak answers. He gives you a thin smile as you touch him.

"Nice... hard... labor. Getting your back into it," Muireann replies, biting her lip as she runs that hand across his cheek to cup it gently.

Vrillak's face flushes slightly as you continue arousing him. "There are all types of hard labor, my dear," he says levelly. "Being averse to one variety doesn't make me averse to them all. I can be quite dilligent."

"We'll have to test that theory later," Muireann replies, leaning over to give the man a kiss on the opposite cheek. "But for now, I need to run a quick shift at the shop. After that, I still owe you my measurements." With that, she uncrosses her legs and gets up out of her chair, starting towards the door. "Ta-ta," she teases him, leaving him slightly flushed.

The door leading to Out slides open.
Muireann leaves for Promenade - Section B.
The door leading to Out slides closed.

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