Morathor
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 19, 2012
- Location
- Midwestern USA
No one would say Elica Stragheria was a mob boss. Or at least, not in a court of law, or on record, or in a newspaper. That kind of talk could get you sued for slander--assuming you didn't just turn up hacked to pieces. Elica's (alleged) preference for bladed weaponry, in this day in age, spoke both to a somewhat old-fashioned sensibility, and to her incredible, perhaps inhuman lethality. Because the other thing that no one would say about Elica Stragheria, was that she was a vampire.
Those who were more acquainted with Elica's personality knew that she didn't think very highly of mortals. Other vampires, as well as demons, fae, and the like held her respect, but mortal creatures like humans she generally regarded as beneath her. Even the ones who ran the day-to-day operations of her "business" were rarely deemed worth her time. Instead they were reduced to giving reports to, or receiving orders from, Stragheria's personal assistant, while the boss sat with her feet on her desk, apparently bored by the entire affair.
But Elica had been a bit more involved the past few days, if only because she was breaking in a new assistant. This new girl (and Elica only ever called her "girl," refusing to even learn her name) received quite a bit of hands on attention from the boss. Rather literally, in fact, whether it was personally tightening the girl's corset several times a day, or reaching out to give her a smack on the rear when she made a mistake, or simply swatting at the girl's hands if she fidgeted with her "uniform" too much. While Elica, and all the subordinates who came to see her, dressed professionally in tailored suits, she had saddled her office assistant with something far more appropriate to an assistant in some tawdry stage show--a low cut corset of black leather, glossy black shorts that clung to her pelvis, fishnet tights, bright red stilettos, and a black necklace that tread the line between "choker" and "collar."
It was the third day of her new assistant's employment, and Elica sat staring at the tinted glass door to her balcony. Her desk was too far from the balcony for the diffused sunlight to do her any harm, but she could tell it would be another hour or so before she could safely go outside and enjoy the night. But the current meeting--some droll bit of business with two human men she had barely deigned to look at since their arrival--was the last on her schedule for today, and Elica was paying just enough attention to know it was winding down. That was going to be frustrating; it had been a long day of humoring these aimless peons who looked to her for guidance, not to mention disciplining her new assistant. And while there was no shortage of things to do here in her office, the thing she couldn't have was always the most tempting. She supposed she was like a human that way, or a cat. Still, she was not without patience. She would find something to keep herself entertained until nightfall. Perhaps she could blow off a bit of steam...
Those who were more acquainted with Elica's personality knew that she didn't think very highly of mortals. Other vampires, as well as demons, fae, and the like held her respect, but mortal creatures like humans she generally regarded as beneath her. Even the ones who ran the day-to-day operations of her "business" were rarely deemed worth her time. Instead they were reduced to giving reports to, or receiving orders from, Stragheria's personal assistant, while the boss sat with her feet on her desk, apparently bored by the entire affair.
But Elica had been a bit more involved the past few days, if only because she was breaking in a new assistant. This new girl (and Elica only ever called her "girl," refusing to even learn her name) received quite a bit of hands on attention from the boss. Rather literally, in fact, whether it was personally tightening the girl's corset several times a day, or reaching out to give her a smack on the rear when she made a mistake, or simply swatting at the girl's hands if she fidgeted with her "uniform" too much. While Elica, and all the subordinates who came to see her, dressed professionally in tailored suits, she had saddled her office assistant with something far more appropriate to an assistant in some tawdry stage show--a low cut corset of black leather, glossy black shorts that clung to her pelvis, fishnet tights, bright red stilettos, and a black necklace that tread the line between "choker" and "collar."
It was the third day of her new assistant's employment, and Elica sat staring at the tinted glass door to her balcony. Her desk was too far from the balcony for the diffused sunlight to do her any harm, but she could tell it would be another hour or so before she could safely go outside and enjoy the night. But the current meeting--some droll bit of business with two human men she had barely deigned to look at since their arrival--was the last on her schedule for today, and Elica was paying just enough attention to know it was winding down. That was going to be frustrating; it had been a long day of humoring these aimless peons who looked to her for guidance, not to mention disciplining her new assistant. And while there was no shortage of things to do here in her office, the thing she couldn't have was always the most tempting. She supposed she was like a human that way, or a cat. Still, she was not without patience. She would find something to keep herself entertained until nightfall. Perhaps she could blow off a bit of steam...