Geologist: Dr. Magnus Urquhart

[Laraqua]

The woman looks over, hearing the cry and favors him with a nonchalant look, seemingly amused.

[John Gaunt]

"Strong as a bull and twice as virile, that's me. Buy you a drink, frauline?"

[Laraqua]

"You speak English?" asks the woman with a big smile. "Do you know fuck off?" She gives him the kind of smile reserved for those who enjoying destroying someone else's evening. She then turns back to her drink on the counter.

[John Gaunt]

Magnus impudently knocks her drink into her lap. "Bitch."
He saunters away with a smirk and seeks his next quarry.

[Laraqua]

He turns and finds himself staring at the top of a blonde head, twin blonde piggy tails poking up into the air, a brunette man standing not a few short paces away. "You look interesting," says the hot blonde in the white corset, pursing her ruby red lips suggestively.

The angry red head gets up from her stool and goes to make a scene but there's something in the blonde's eyes that causes her to give up with a muttered "whatever" and stalk towards the toilet.

[John Gaunt]

Magnus freezes in his tracks and, in the space that it takes for a sharp intake of breath, regains his composure. He meets her brazen gaze eye for eye and takes her right hand in his, raising it to his lips. "Interesting doesn't begin to do me justice, my dear," he says with his characteristic braggadocio just before he slavers a kiss on the back of her hand.

[Laraqua]

"Come," she says loudly, provocatively, and then saunters off, her hips swinging side to side in a most suggestive manner. Once she gets back out onto the dance floor, she starts sliding her firm breasts up and down his side, all the way down until her face brushes his crotch, then moving all of the way up again. Her slave stands meekly by, his leash clutched in her small hand.

[John Gaunt]

"That's liable to happen prematurely, missy, if you keep this up," Magnus replies leeringly. He shoots a glare at the siren's submissive and then, unhesitatingly, grinds up against her leather clad assets, scarcely believing this turn of events. Something about this woman seems dangerous yet he is ensorceled, nonetheless.

Is Magnus able to detect any trace of an accent in her English?

[Laraqua]

The music seems to cover up her voice, leaving no recognition of accent, and barely any recognition of what the words themselves are. She wraps her arms around the back of his neck, throws her legs around his hips and leans back in his arms, sweat beads running down her chin and neck, all the way down to her pert bosom. "My place?"

[John Gaunt]

"Wherever you want, baby," Magnus stammers before flicking the sweat from her cleavage with the tip of his tongue.

[Laraqua]

She seems eager to his tender ministrations. It seems he's having the same effect on her that she is on him. She hops down from his waist, the leash still held tenderly in her slender fingers, and starts toward the exit of the night club. Outside, the air is as cold and damp as indoors was hot and humid. "Come on," she says, yanking her leash along. "The toy wait outside." Now that he was in the quiet, he could tell she had a rich Berlin accent and was stumbling a bit over the English words she was trying to use.

[John Gaunt]

"Just so you know," Magnus says as he eyes her 'toy' suspiciously, "I only swing one way."

Glancing up and down the street for a taxi, he inquires "Do you live nearby or should I hail a taxi?"

[Laraqua]

She nods briskly to herself. "A walk. Not long. Nice sky." She links her arm in his and gives him a long and pouting look. "Where from?"

[John Gaunt]

"Scotland," Magnus answers succinctly, his mind racing. He glances behind them to ascertain her toy's course of action. "I don't believe I know your name, frauleine."

[Laraqua]

"Gemma," she says, giving him a coy look. "Toy wait outside. All good." She peers down the street. "Not far now."

[John Gaunt]

"Gemma, you are just what this Doctor ordered," Magnus says as he trails his arm behind her and gives her leatherclad buttocks an appreciative squeeze. "Did I mention that? About being a doctor? Not of medicine, mind you, but an expert in geophysics. Yes, I'm quite well known in certain circles."

[Laraqua]

She looks a little bit confused. "Geo? Shoe name? Like Nike?" It seems he's gone beyond her skills at English. She pauses at the foot of a very short flight of steps that lead up to a set of yellow doors, the yellow paint peeling off in little scraps. Other than that, it looks like the usual city apartment building. She takes out her key and inserts it in the door, pulling it open and stepping inside the foyer just as it begins to rain. The carpet is a faded diamond-pattern, scuffed to threads near the doors and directly before the elevator that sits on the opposing side. There's also a stair case that heads up, the steps far too narrow, the wooden banister splintered. She starts for the stairs.

[John Gaunt]

Magnus allows her to take the lead and enjoys the view as she does so.

"Never mind, my dear Gemma, it's not important."

Where is her toy in all this? If he's still following along, Magnus will glare at him in an effort to intimidate him away.

[Laraqua]

The fellow is continuing to be led along on his leash. The pair stop on the third landing and peer down a long corridor with a single flickering neon light. The others have given up the ghost long ago. The wallpaper here is aged a sickly yellow from what was probably an ugly light brown. The carpet seems a bit soggy, as though a multitude of wet people have walked down this corridor. She goes to no. 04 and turns to her toy and says something in German before releasing his leash. She then goes to unlock the door.

[John Gaunt]

Like an obedient lapdog, Magnus follows her.