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And there it was, the look that Marco wanted to see for a good while; he could recall packing up 10 types of robes he needed, with the majority being sheer enough to be folded into a small makeup bag, knowing that something like this would happen. The delicate nature of this robe was something worthy to tantalize, and this immense excitement before going to the real deal was something Marco was quite excited to begin once he could kneel down and pray to his one true believer. Before that could happen, however, a knock was heard from against his side, giving him an expression of disbelief. Isn’t this a reserve? This place is small!
How fates toy him once he could hear the door’s knock sounding aggressive as every step came in to a defeated Blake. Those bedroom eyes would soon switch to panic as Blake went closer to the door. “You gotta be f##king sh##ting me!” His delicate nature scratched as he quickly stood up, his gaze a rising fire as he tried to stop the man. “You better come back here or this silk georgette will flow right back in my shoulders, you hear me. I will-” A creaking sound emerged as Marco stepped away with his eyes widen, teeth clenched.
A woman with tattoos was the suspect to all the noise, but he sensed a different attitude from her as she glued to Blake with a familiar look on one’s prey. Disdain was nothing but prevalent to him, but he did what he usually did as he calmly sat on the bench with a faint smile to hide all those angers. These b!tches, assuming something bad happened when the best he did was rub pennies on a slimy board. Naturally, from the fake smiles they produced, he could’ve been in a toothpaste commercial. A laugh was heard from the sauna, clapping from the steaming tension as he looked at them both with such amusement. “I wouldn’t worry, lady; I’m sure this isn’t your first time seeing two people of the same gender simply enjoying a nice time at a sauna. Right, Mr. Palamo?” Marco stood up from the bench, covering his robe like a towel, getting closer as he grabbed Blake’s shoulder, tightly gripping to make him feel that seething feeling he has from making a stupid action.
“I find it quite interesting that there’s some form of a mix-up, though. You were saying that Mr. Palamo never wrote anything, and he said that he did. I wonder what’s the truth. I thought we’d be here all alone talking all about the gossip of the entertainment industry. Che carico di m3rda di maiale.” Looking towards Blake, his eyes felt a certain emptiness despite a smile being effortlessly present, squinting as if he was ready to make a sarcastic comment, “Are you sure you reserved for anything, Mr. Palamo?” Of course, he was mad at both parties, so why not aggravate the other? Turning in the direction of the woman, his tight grip on Blake became smooth as he caressed his shoulders, rubbing it as his voice mellowed with the same bedroom eyes looking at the girl. Not to seduce, but to mock. “Or did you think of something much more exciting after a night of good drinks? A hard bottle of Campari, maybe?”
His cackle was heard once more, still fondling over Blake until he rested upon his shoulder, his face looking opposite to both of them. He looked at those benches and saw his past self with a look that marked embarrassment. What he thought would simply be pleasure became another night of shame. A soft whisper came to Blake as he went closer to his ear, his tone differing to something more ragged and aggressive: “I didn’t know you had a thing for tattoos; you better be planning on something or this pretty &ss is tapping out. You can have her googly eyes for all you want after this; I don’t 4king care; you invited me to be blue-balled? Mi prendi in giro, amico? Huh?!”
Stepping away from Blake, he looked at both parties as he stared at them, smiling as if he had committed a crime he was so proud of. He wanted to give up and go back to his room, but he knew he would be in a losing battle if he left right then and there. He knew messy celebrities, but even they knew to keep some things private and never opened a door unless prepared. Mostly, he took a sharp stare to Blake, giving him an ultimatum, leaning to the wall with his usual confident stride, “So, Mr. Palamo, what do you want to happen next? Continue on with our conversation? Or maybe add her to the party; of course I did remember a portfolio needing a revision since the client’s neckline was too plunging for her liking. What do you think, miss…”
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@Kbail | Blake
@ChayChay05 | Lucy [mentioned]