The Art of Small Business

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

Alisa B. LeBeau sat in her the finely furnished loft/office she lived in. This part of owning a small business was a pain, waiting for a client to make a call or knock on the door. Of course she did herself no favors with being as blunt as she was with clients on the artwork they acquired. But it did give her a respect in the art world. She was one of the few authenticators who refused to sugar coat the obvious to the rich and famous, she told it as it is.

Her clients were wealthy and often referred to her by word of mouth. While most were furious at how she handled their "crises" with fake artwork or artifacts, they would eventually calm down and call her back to go with them to try and but legit artwork.

"If only dey contact me in de first place, I wouldn' 'ave a headache wit' all de stupidity dey t'row my way." She muttered to herself, leaning back in her chair with her legs propped up on her desk. Was it so hard for the wealthy to be logical?

Dressed in a white dress blouse, some pin stripped pants, and black stiletto high heels, Alisa gave out a yawn at her desk. All she could do for now is relax and hope someone contacts her today. Eventually some moron would call her or knock at her door. Eventually...

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[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Heh, not to mention a terrible waste o' steel." Her hands moved over his chest, and then into his pocket to take out the weapon he tried to threaten her with earlier. To make a point, she was going to try and stab herself square in the chest. This trick often scared debters to the Thieves Guild into paying, and hopefully this would scare Alistaire into NOT trying to pull weapons out on her, again.

[hellfire_child]

Alistaire gives an approving groan as he's handled, but his gaze snaps into focus as she winds up for the demonstration.

"That's an adamantium blade, Ms LeBeau. I'd advise you stop now, regardless of how tough you are.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Rich boy's got some nice toys." She looked the blade over before putting it down on the side of the chair. "I doubt you would like to see a scar on my perfect chest. I know I would not." There was a somewhat sweet smile on her face as she made the point of pushing her chest up against his.

"I don' know what makes me like you more. De fact you got access to Adamantium, 'ow you wanna take people down a peg, de fact you are actually good lookin' , or dat I know you are dangerous as 'ell."

[hellfire_child]

Alistaire takes the knife back, flipping it around and sheathing it safely again before putting it away. "I don't know about perfect, but I'm sure it's quite nice." He smiles, somewhat distracted by the top of conversation.

"Do you really have to pick?"

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Picking takes too much time, might as well like it all." She rolled her eyes at the fact he did not think her chest was perfect. Then again, it was confined in clothing. Maybe one day he'll get to see that. "T'ough I will say dis. I can do twice de job o' both o' your bimbo guards, an' last longer, too. My job before dis one required absolute loyalty, an' absolutle violence."

[hellfire_child]

He obviously can't make a fair assessment with clothes in the way. "They're not bimbos, but they're paid very well to appear that they are. I don't pay them to sleep with me." He pauses, then smiles. "They do that for free. Would you care to find out why?" He smirks.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

*The rest is continued in a NSFW post* Thank you for checking this sample RP!