Hanzo had moved into this part of the plan with the utmost confidence in his heir and protege. There was no reason to rehearse or plot out the fine details. In the training ring, in combat, and in bed, Abel had proved time and again to be the most perfectly-tuned partner he could have ever imagined. He trusted his little girl implicitly, and knew she felt the same, and so they would be able to play this out exactly as intended without the least bit of rehearsal.
Even as they crossed the club to the back rooms, he could hear his adopted daughter tightening the net around poor, lonely Maria Stromberg. Perfect.
The trio were ushered into the VIP room with assurances from the mountainous security guards that they would not be disturbed. Inside, the lights were more subdued and brighter than the club-- nothing alarming, but all the better for the cameras. A few couches, all covered in the softest, plushest fabric. A large metal bucket, sweating with condensation, holding several bottles of champagne. Even a small raised platform with a metal pole, should either of the girls feel so inclined.
Hanzo separated from Abel and Maria, grasping one of the bottles and opening it with a soft pop and not a wasted bubble. He raised it to his lips and drank directly, then sauntered over to Abel. "Open up," he instructed, holding the bottle a bit above Abel's mouth. When a stream of champagne intentionally slid down the girl's chin to her neck and into her cleavage, Hanzo leaned down to lick every drop clean. That done, he handed the bottle to Abel and nodded to Maria. "I think our new friend could use her first taste, yes?"
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Date: 2021-04-01 10:21 pm (UTC)Even as they crossed the club to the back rooms, he could hear his adopted daughter tightening the net around poor, lonely Maria Stromberg. Perfect.
The trio were ushered into the VIP room with assurances from the mountainous security guards that they would not be disturbed. Inside, the lights were more subdued and brighter than the club-- nothing alarming, but all the better for the cameras. A few couches, all covered in the softest, plushest fabric. A large metal bucket, sweating with condensation, holding several bottles of champagne. Even a small raised platform with a metal pole, should either of the girls feel so inclined.
Hanzo separated from Abel and Maria, grasping one of the bottles and opening it with a soft pop and not a wasted bubble. He raised it to his lips and drank directly, then sauntered over to Abel. "Open up," he instructed, holding the bottle a bit above Abel's mouth. When a stream of champagne intentionally slid down the girl's chin to her neck and into her cleavage, Hanzo leaned down to lick every drop clean. That done, he handed the bottle to Abel and nodded to Maria. "I think our new friend could use her first taste, yes?"