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--hello.

[Oh, goodness. He blinks at the woman, surprised to see her at his elbow. Turning to face her, he smiles.]

Might I help you?

[Those marks around her eyes look familiar . . .]

I was just surprised to see such an interesting creature like yourself traveling without company.

[her smile is simply flawless.]

Are you all alone?

Apparently not any longer. Though the den I was headed to might not be to your tastes-- perhaps somewhere nicer, hm?

Oh, I wouldn't be so quick to judge. Looks can be deceiving, you know.

[doe-eyed, innocent blinking here.]

But if you have a better place in mind, I wouldn't complain.

[Oh. That gaze is just a little too innocent, and that, more than anything, tips him off-- that, and those pretty marks around her eyes. Garak smiles widely, but plays along for now.]

Come along, then, my dear. What's your name, might I know?

[she tries not to smile too wide when she suspects that he catches her little hint. and she happily takes his elbow, so he can lead the way.]

Oh, my apologies. I'm Kett.

And it seems as though you've been enjoying yourself here so far?

A fair bit. I'll admit it's not precisely paradise, but it's lovely to have three options to choose from, hm?

[He smiles down at her. She really is quite pretty-- the eyes are noticeably the same, those same pretty marks, but really, it's a testament to dear Tek's artistry. Odo could never have achieved something like this.]

Now, are you a new member of our fleet?

Oh, I've been around for a little while.

[--because it's so much more fun not to lie. and if he has caught on by now, then he'll get the joke.]

And... yes, I am glad to have the options. I prefer the overall atmosphere of the Standing moon, but I like a change in scenery every once in a while. And since I would be arrested on sight on the Falling moon... here I am.

I do enjoy a woman who knows her virtues.

[His mouth twitches into a smirk at that little not-lie-- very clever indeed.]

Though I'm shocked I haven't gotten to know you until now. Think of the fun we might have had together before now, hm?

Oh, I have been quite busy before now. I've decided only recently that I'd like to really try and make room for fun, despite everything else going on.

[that little mood-boosting glitch sure has been helping.]

So, maybe that's really what has brought me to this moon tonight.

...I miss enjoying myself.

Well, then.

[They draw up to an opium den-- a rather fancy looking place, actually, with stained glass windows and an ornate door. He pulls away to open said door, bowing her through.]

I shall do my best to help you remedy that.

[she dips her head in thanks before strolling through the doorway, gazing around at the place.]

I must admit... I don't know if I've ever actually been to an establishment like this.

[because what use does a creature immune to intoxicants and poisons have for drugs?]

Do you prefer this, over other things?

It's certainly more quiet-- bars tend to brew fights, versus dens are at least a bit more contemplative.

[He brings her over towards a quiet spot, gesturing towards a cushion.]

Now, sit, lovely.

Ah, I do like that way of thinking.

[and oh the sight of lounging cushions is unexpectedly wonderful to see. she misses little comforts like this so very badly.

so, she sits, daintily, arranging her skirts neatly around her.]

[He settles next to her. Taking two spoons and a lighter, he offers one to the girl. With a little smile:]

Now, do tell me: how often do you change your form? It's truly lovely, I must admit.

[she gives a little 'tsk' when her ruse is officially up, but she can't actually be disappointed. he has made the game far too much fun for that.

she takes the spoon, flips it around in her fingers while she considers her answer.]

Oh, you know. It all depends on the mood, I suppose, and the occasion.

...It's fun to get dressed up every once in a while.

It is quite lovely.

[He reaches over to fill her spoon. It's a particularly crude method, a spoon and lighter, for smoking opium, he supposes, but a pipe is far more expensive, and he hasn't infinite funds.]

Now inhale, pretty thing. You can't change those marks around your eyes, hm?

[ah, and she smiles. only a few ever comment on the marks, and fewer still pinpoint the actual nature of them.]

Oh, you are sharp.

[and although it won't affect her in the least--as neutral as water running into more water--she obediently tucks her hair over her shoulder, and leans over to inhale.

with wine, she can at least appreciate the taste of the drink over the lack of alcoholic effect. the smell here, however, leaves something to be desired.

though, she supposes, it has been quite a long time since she's tasted poison simply for the appreciation of it. she can manage that, at least. so, she breathes in the toxins, analyzes them, mulls them over and picks the chemicals apart as they become part of her.]

Observation is my job, you know. Enjoying it?

Mm. [her nod is a lazy one, nice and loose. of all the drug effects, feigning the opiate lull is the one that comes the most naturally to her. acting lethargic and pleased with the world is more or less her on a normal day anyway.]

And, is it? You've told me plenty about your home, but comparatively little about yourself.

Oh, and what would you like to know?

Everything.

[a very lazy smile, and she settles back.]

But your 'job' is a good place to start.

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