[ it's true, lestat had been thinking about this upcoming event for a while - mostly in the last 48 hours that he had heard of it. in that short time he had first compiled his own outfit, then began planning adam's. not an easy task, as he had not dressed the man before and clearly adam could not be relied upon to do it alone.
according to his lawyer turned personal assistant christine, the event was not just another sleazy post show after party, but one that could open many doors with the right kind of connections made. multiple angles - drawing enough of a crowd that the club owner was happy with the well paying patrons, raising just enough hell that made for juicy social media buzz and talking with the right influencers. the high chance that louis would be in association with this particular circle of high value club owners was not lost on lestat either. his ex husband had always had an interest in business pursuits, real estate just being one of many. lestat had heard along the grape vine that he was personally running a few high end night club venues around the bay area, making it highly likely that one way or another, louis would catch echoes of his successes or failures.
thinking about it now, lestat was beginning to feel a bit nervous himself. the tinny sound of trent reznor crooning from his phone speaker was beginning to grate on his nerves even, and adam's constant movement was not helping. ever dramatic, the blonde does indeed roll his eyes dramatically at his anxious questioning. he tugs deliberately on a pinch of dark hair, enough to jerk the smaller man's head back a little. ]
Une novelle plus, you are required to show your pretty young face, take photos of the ambiance and look as if you are enjoying yourself. Sweet talking the patrons is a bonus, one that can be easily done by asking for their photos and looking like a sight yourself.
[ he lets go with a huff, immediately resuming fluffing his fingers through adam's stiffened locks. already he has applied hairspray and teased it enough that it retains a nice amount of volume, that very bed headed chic that all rock groupies aspired to. his own hair is casually pulled back into a messy bun atop his head, silky soft and untouched by the usual array of products. that he would handle later.
content for now with the man's hair, he turns back to browse the range of clothing pieces he had assembled and hung around the dressing room. he had selected items that focused on highlighting adam's slender hips and waist primarily. the balance was in finding the right suggestion of allure, whilst not being too explicit for the poor man.
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according to his lawyer turned personal assistant christine, the event was not just another sleazy post show after party, but one that could open many doors with the right kind of connections made. multiple angles - drawing enough of a crowd that the club owner was happy with the well paying patrons, raising just enough hell that made for juicy social media buzz and talking with the right influencers. the high chance that louis would be in association with this particular circle of high value club owners was not lost on lestat either. his ex husband had always had an interest in business pursuits, real estate just being one of many. lestat had heard along the grape vine that he was personally running a few high end night club venues around the bay area, making it highly likely that one way or another, louis would catch echoes of his successes or failures.
thinking about it now, lestat was beginning to feel a bit nervous himself. the tinny sound of trent reznor crooning from his phone speaker was beginning to grate on his nerves even, and adam's constant movement was not helping. ever dramatic, the blonde does indeed roll his eyes dramatically at his anxious questioning. he tugs deliberately on a pinch of dark hair, enough to jerk the smaller man's head back a little. ]
Une novelle plus, you are required to show your pretty young face, take photos of the ambiance and look as if you are enjoying yourself. Sweet talking the patrons is a bonus, one that can be easily done by asking for their photos and looking like a sight yourself.
[ he lets go with a huff, immediately resuming fluffing his fingers through adam's stiffened locks. already he has applied hairspray and teased it enough that it retains a nice amount of volume, that very bed headed chic that all rock groupies aspired to. his own hair is casually pulled back into a messy bun atop his head, silky soft and untouched by the usual array of products. that he would handle later.
content for now with the man's hair, he turns back to browse the range of clothing pieces he had assembled and hung around the dressing room. he had selected items that focused on highlighting adam's slender hips and waist primarily. the balance was in finding the right suggestion of allure, whilst not being too explicit for the poor man.
the outfit that he was now piecing together from various coathangers was this; pleated black slacks that ran loose but cinched at the waist, a loose fit black tee made from sheer lace and a tight plain corset he planned to cover with stacked belts for an interesting effect. capped off with an elegant boot with a pointed toe. still grungy enough to fit the genre, daring enough to draw attention to adam's natural beauty yet upscale enough to project wealth. ]
a tad pleased with himself now, he assembles the outfit onto a few hangers and hooks them onto a rung close to the vanity for adam to inspect. ]
Ici. You will wear this.
[ a haughty sniff as he adjusts the belts on the hanger, glancing at adam in the mirror's reflection. hm. he might need some eyeliner too. ]
I do not wish to hear any arguments, I have had these items especially taken in for you.