The down side of working in the gritty underground of New York was that it tended to be...well, gritty. Spend a few hours in a dirty factory, stand in proximity to gunshots or other explosions, get hit with some blood spatter...Leyla could practically feel the grime sinking into her pores.

Fortunately, among the upsides to her line of work was enough money to support the regular spa visits she needed to purge herself of the filth. For a while, she had gone to the Chinese spa near her apartment, but between her shoddy English and their shoddy English, she could never understand a damn word they said, and vice-versa. Thankfully, a customer had steered her to a mutant-friendly spa with some Polacks that spoke Russian.

Freshly waxed and exfoliated, Leyla relaxed in a warm mud bath, forgoing the optional bathing suit. Her head rested against the back of the tub, hair twisted into a towel turban, cucumbers over her eyes and a preemptive anti-wrinkle cream lathered around them.

Thirsty, she called for one of the Polacks that had been helping her. "Vody, syeichas," she ordered carelessly. The girl scowled at her, annoyed at being ordered around like a dog, but she went to fetch the water. On her way out, she stopped by a friend just on shift, muttering, "The bitch is here. Watch out."

Venus Marched through the Spa, completely nude, he would travel this way everywhere he went if he could, the spa was one of the few places he could in the city. It wasn’t the law hat kept him from doing so, but the innocence of children, they need not learn of such things so young.

He had just had a fantastic Mani Pedi and Massage, he turned into the mud bath area and smiled at the cursing young woman as he passed. “Such terrible words on pretty lips.” He winked and then spotter the bitch in question. The liquid earth upon her suggested she would be a sight to see. He particularly liked this place due to the large tubs.

He slowly lowered himself into the chocolate pool, if the woman wanted a view he wouldn’t deny her.
If one was familiar with the crime world, one at least heard mention of the order, if one heard mention of the order, they had probably heard of their many members, fearless red monkey tailed devils found themselves on countless anti mutant posters, mutant liberty in other countries was found at the hands of red liberty once upon a time.

He was know to the mutant community. Venus liked what he saw to his right and quietly appreciated the commanding woman nearby.

The mud rippled as someone else joined her in the bath. Leyla sighed. She had been quite enjoying her relative solitude. Peeling one of the cucumbers away, she peeked to her side to see who had disturbed her. What she saw surprised her more than a little.

She had managed to steer clear of the Order, thus far. It wasn't that she disagreed with them, but she found the idea of following orders stomach-turning. Regardless, a mutant would have to live under a rock to not recognize the figure beside her. The name escaped her, but he was a big player, she was sure.

Her disturbance was forgotten as she began to contemplate how exactly to use this encounter to her advantage. Someone with his influence could certainly open some important doors for her if played the right way. She peeled away the other cucumber and started off with a casual smile. "I remember your face," she told him. "From posters, news. But I have not see you come to here before." She sat up a bit more, barely obscured by the mud. Her arms lay draped over the sides of the tub, tattoos clearly visible. In this case, she thought, the best way to play might be to bare her cards from the start.

The mud rose slightly as he entered the pool. His tail slid into the dark pool, he typically hated to get his tail dirty, but the mud was worth it. so good for the skin.

He smiled lightly. “Ah, I was about to say, I would remember you if we’d met before. My name is Venus, and I typically spoil myself earlier in the day. if I knew that you would be here if I waited abit later in the day would know each other well by now."

Mmmm, a woman bold as himself, such a delicious dish. His eyes were as shy as he was, meaning they weren’t. They traced her tattoos. He leaned over and removed the mud from obscuring the word with his thumb, he was careful not to drift south, they had just met after all. He recognized the language.
“Russian, pronounce it for me? I can’t read it, but I’m curious if I know it?”

He smiled politely and brought his hand back away from the enchanting nymph before him.

At his flattery, Leyla smirked in pleasure. Oh, maybe this would be easier than she had anticipated. She allowed him to look her over, immodest and unashamed. It had always been an internal conflict for her growing up: caught between the bold sexuality of Russia and the modest, barely-secularized Islamic values of Turkey. Once freed of those restrictions, though, she found herself hungrily making up for the lost time. Even as he reached over to touch her arm, her expression remained impassive.

>>“Russian, pronounce it for me? I can’t read it, but I’m curious if I know it?”

"Eyforiya," she supplied. "Is similar from the English."

She looked him over with as much restraint as he had. Namely, none. It was not often she even considered getting involved with mutants as visible as himself, but then again, it wasn't often that the opportunity presented itself. She had never been around any until New York, and even then they were few and far between. Leyla tried to put aside the coloring and assess attractiveness below that. He wasn't a bad looking man if she looked at him that way. Certainly not what she would usually go for, but he could be useful to her, and her confrontation with Nate earlier that week had left her with a bit of an itch to scratch.

Birds, meet stone.

The smile at his words said this would be easier than he thought.

"Euphori .I think so." He agreed with the ink upon her arm. “ Do you go by Eyforiya?” if that had anything at all to do with her abilities he was going to like this woman all the more. Though he preferred to give than receive perhaps, he could help her experience her tattoos. Obviously pleasure was important to the woman.

Euphoria was his favorite word. It set perfectly in a set next passion, pleasure, ecstasy, rapture. He looked at the other arm Ofori, they seemed to agree with each other in Turkish in Russian. Her bone structure and skin color told the tale of her ancestory.

The girl brought the woman the water setting it quietly down next to her hand and meekly and quietly walked away.

Venus called after her. ‘” be a dear and Shut the door on the way out.”

The girl’s cheeks blazed red at the implications of the request. “ I can’t, the area is for all the costumers.”

“You can,” Venus said pleasantly. “and your managers will thank you for doing so, I’ll pay 3 months membership for private use of this room for the rest of the day.if anyone asks the area is being remodeled.
So close the door on the way out and ensure no one else enters unless we call for you.” The girl looked to Leyla to makes sure she was ok with this, The girl nodded and walked away in a bit of a daze.

Venus smiled lightly and took the woman's hand lightly caressing her palm lightly with his thumb.

“Tell me about yourself.”

>>“Do you go by Eyforiya?”

Leyla shrugged. "Among other thing. In Russia, Eyforiya. Turkey, Ofori. America, Euphoria." The vowels in the word gave her trouble, though, and it ended up sounding like something just in the middle of the Turkish and Russian words. "It is nice meet you, Venus."

She didn't spare the girl a glance when she came in until Venus spoke to her. His request was so bold, she had not expected it. But it was by no means unwelcome, so long as things went to the still-forming plan. And his willingness to spend so much money so soon...well, she could only hope it was a good sign. Otherwise, she might have to make a scene and she really liked coming to this spa. When the Polack looked to her for confirmation, she simply snapped at the child impatiently. "Vpered!"

Her hand cradled in that of her strange new acquaintance, Leyla tried to determine whether she found the intimacy of the contact off-putting or exciting. Perhaps somewhere in the middle.

"Me? Is a too long story," she laughed. He had her good hand, the other still resting on the edge of the bath. "I come for America from Turkey, I make way in land of opportunity." She declared the the words dryly, rolling her eyes.

The way the sounds came from her in different tongues and her accent was nothing but fantastic, the foreign tones rang as exotic in Venus’s ears.

It was a little harsh, but encouraging to see the woman dismiss the girl from them in such a commanding tone. She was going to be exquisite fun. Venus toyed with her palm lightly removing the mud from it, he lightly pressed is lips to it as she spoke.

“Is it an ability of yours that I find myself unable to resist you?” He rarely used lines to get what he wanted, at least so obviously flattering. Flattery fell from his lips natural; his words were honey served off of silver.
He learned long ago that with his strength and possible intimidation that it was better to move slowly, play fully towards his goals so their could be no misunderstanding that the option of saying no was there and always valid, moving aggressively , at least too early could give the wrong impression.

“I have time, but I suppose the abridged version works. Opportunity is where we make it Eyfirya” He slid closer to the woman. “My brother was born here in the city, I came into existence in his mind in laboratory, we escaped and came home. We made our way and our opportunities”

Once next to the bold woman, he whispered. “ There are other ways to get to know one another than long stories.”

Her expression remained neutral at his...affections. It was a bit sappy for her, but she certainly did not try to resist. Leyla liked a man that could be so bold and forthcoming. For her, lust was lust and romance was a fairy tale. She wrote his behavior off as simple seduction. She was used to men thinking all women needed some emotional need met. It was wasted on her, however.

>>“Is it an ability of yours that I find myself unable to resist you?”

Leyla chuckled. "In fact, not far from truth," Brushing her fingers along his arm, she gave him a tiny taste of her powers, just enough to be noticeable. She didn't want him out of his head by any means.

At his story, she raised an eyebrow. He said it like it could happen to anyone, but...well, it was not what she had been expecting. She tucked the strange information away for later use, but decided not to press it right away. After all, he was coming onto her quite strongly now.

>>“There are other ways to get to know one another than long stories.”

She shifted nearer, their sides brushing against one another. "Ah, for me, I never need story told. I see story in front of me. Like you. You are man who know what he want." She leaned nearer, playful, her lips nearly brushing his ear. "And you want everything."

His lips perked into a pleased smile, She was perfect. A brush of her finger and his nerves lit up momentarily, it was the first breath of fresh air, it was every good feeling he’d ever had at a tap, oh yes he had just met a very good friend.

“Eyforiya, you and I will get along just fine.” He let her speak into his ear and enjoyed the sensation it sent down his spine.

“I see.” It was like she knew him all too well. “He certainly wanted everything he saw at the moment. His mouth turned to hers intending to leave the words for those that liked long stories. He hesitated just at the edge of her lips, making sure she wanted him. Always cautious to ensure that the invitation was obvious but never forced. If things went well they would have to make use of the showers to get some of the mud off of them.

((When things get to a certain point on MRO we fade to black, as in off screen, to keep the site teen appropriate. So if they are going to proceed to that point we might want to pick up afterwards.))

((Sounds good to me. Commence fast forward.))

Some time later, Leyla stepped out of the spa showers, a towel wrapped around her. She had hardly expected that little encounter today, but it was by no means unwelcome. Her pride had still been a bit sore from her run-in with Nate, but now she was sated and at full confidence.

Donning a swimsuit, Leyla headed up to the sunning room, a heated room with a glass ceiling for winter sunbathing. She disliked the artificial tanning sprays and beds, and her skin was already on the dark side from her father's genes.

She was not sure if Venus would follow her up, but she hoped he would. One things Leyla loved about New York, was that there were plenty of proverbial cookie jars around, and she liked to have her hands in as many as possible. She had no contacts in the Order, and it had been on her list for a while.

Venus threw on a simple pair of black trunks and was purring like a kitten, He rarely had that much fun. Leyla was a lady to keep around. He showered putting on some of the exotic scented oils after words and headed up to sun with Euphoria. He wasn't sure where to take it from there, she didn't seem much for conversation or telling her tale, so he was curious to what the encounter would turn into.

He walked up and laid out next to her, laying on the ground chest to the ground and his arms pillowed under him, it brought him head to head with her. "hello восхищение." He then simply rested his eyes his tail swinging back and forth lazily he was playing the role of spoiled cat to a tee today. He felt spoiled today and not just because of the spa, this was a rare gem of a day.

Leyla's eyes had been shut, but she cracked one open at him as he lie down. His precious attempt at Russian had been admirable, and she was in a good mood, so she refrained from correcting him.

"So tell me," she said, ready to get to business now. "What is story with Order? You like? I not know too much of it except rumor. This is never accurate, I notice."

She stretched out, flexing her hips to feel the latent soreness with some satisfaction. It was always nice to remind herself how good she was in bed. He hadn't been half bad either, if a tad too romantic.

“The Order.” He smiled. Not just the sanctuary, but the Order. “it really depends on what you have heard. The order is interesting, We concentrate on a pro mutant ideals. We’re currently heading towards a less outright violent course of action on how we do things as outright take over is not at the moment feasible. Don’t get me wrong some of my brothers, are mired in their ways and enjoy wrecking havoc on our foes. For the most part we survive, look out for our people and ensure that we live well. Is there anything in particular you would like to know? “

He appreciated the subtle stretching as he watched her, he couldn’t help but appreciate her. “ I could show you the sanctuary if you’d like introduce you to some members if you are interested, I think that our leader would be happy to employ some of your talents from time to time. He certainly could imagine how effective this woman could be if one needed distracting without being destroyed. She in fact was exactly the face that lori seemed to be moving towards.

This was exactly what she'd been fishing for. Not membership, just employment from time to time. She doubted she could stand the ideals of loyalty and, well, ideals. "This I would like very much," she agreed. "I have great interest of your organization. I am curious."

She rolled onto her stomach, pulling her hair into a ponytail as she did so. He was a strange looking man, certainly, but it was starting to grow on her. "I am business woman. I always like to find more client."