kaitouxjeanne:
Stepping out of the car was another young woman in her finery. However, the exact nature of her clothes would make her the most eye-catching of the evening. If the blonde was an elegant lily in white the evening before, she was a luscious rose tonight. Wine red covered a slim figure that was all sleek muscle, though it left areas to the imagination. The dressmaker had created an evening gown that would emphasize her small waist and generous chest. Furthermore, her slender back would be shown with the backless feature of the dress. Tasteful jewelry and sultry makeup completed the effect.
Excellent, she was aiming for that effect. Eyes would follow her, some with captivated stares, some with jealous glares, and some with disapproving sniffs. But eyes would be following her. And she knew that the young detective from last night would not fail to miss her, as observant he was. Her movements would be noted even more so than usual and here her calculations would bear fruit. Charming her way around the men, perhaps with more drink than she should, she’d leave the function early. Perhaps with a man she’d get drunk enough to forget the rest of night. Her alibi would be made and any unpleasant attention the detective might throw upon her would subside.
Stepping out of the car, she made her way gracefully with ease to the greeting party of the event. Hm? I’d expect the perceptive one to be here coolly sizing up every guest while participating in the pleasantries. Finishing with her greetings, she was immediately surrounded by a mix of her admirers and friends who wanted to commend her on her appearance for the night. As she exchanged hellos and flirty remarks with skill from experience, Jeanne scanned the room for the second-to-most troublesome guest of the evening. The demon being the most annoying, of course.
Ah, there. He seemed to be.. retrieving drinks? Not in the most gracious way either, judging by his less than pleased expression. It also seemed he lost the Sherlock getup for tonight. Along with other ladies in the room, the thief eyed him with appreciation. Sherlock-chan seems to have come out to play with the other kids.
Good manners, good looks, good style, and obviously, good breeding — it seemed the detective would receive a high score from any of the women of high standards and indeed, most women in general.
Amidst her group, she watched him with a champagne flute at her lips. After completing his task, he glanced around, seemingly looking for someone. Finally, eye contact. Butterscotch eyes met violet ones.
A devilish smile to match her appearance, she raised the flute slowly in a toast to Hakuba in greeting.
Game start.
Hakuba, who had no glass to raise, instead dipped his head in greeting, smile returning to his face. It surprised even him, how the tired, negative emotions melted away a the sight of her. Beautiful, of course, with stunning gown and that irresistible mystery. Really, if he didn’t know better, he’d almost suspect that she were KID in disguise… but that would be a lot of extra work to go through just to mess with him. Er, or steal a painting. Not that she was here to do…
The detective, momentarily flustered, turned back to speak to his client briefly before stepping away and through the crowded hall toward Jeanne. Yes, he was working, but he could certainly enjoy himself, too. After all, mingling with the guests – as he’d done the previous night – was likely the best possible way to catch a thief here. And it helped, after all, without the detective costume, he was much more… sneaky.
He made his way to Jeanne and offered her another bow, this time appropriate for their attire and station.
“Good evening, Miss d’Arc. It’s a pleasure to see you again.:
Those butterscotch eyes did all they could to hold her gaze as he straightened up, sizing her up not by physical attributes but by how well she took his scrutinizing eye.
