OFA: In the library

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Nikola is getting rusty.

But he has a good enough memory that despite the fact that it's been a good twenty years since he sat down at a piano, he's doing a fairly decent job of making his way through Au Claire de la Lune.

He doesn't play well, but he plays with great expression.

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She chuckles. "Well, alright then," she smiles.

"It's just up at the corner," she murmurs; she's been paying attention to where he's going, even if she hasn't been terribly obvious about it. "Unless you've lost your desire?"

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"Not at all," Nikola says, pulling into the first parking space he finds.

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She smiles to herself, satisfied with the response. "Oh, good. I think you'll enjoy it."

And by 'it' she means an awful lot of very attractive people in various states of undress.

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Just the sort of thing he's likely to enjoy. He smiles at her as he gets out of the car, coming around the front to open her door.

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She almost laughs at it, but only ends up smiling as she sheds the coat and leaves it in the car; she won't need it now that it's darkening outside. Exposed entirely, it is very clear just how transparent that skirt is, made of just lace. Raya has a good body, as Nikola already knows.

"Do you know how to dance?"

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Nikola makes no effort to hide they way he takes in her appearance.

"Of course."

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Sometimes, she actually like that Nikola's so unashamed of whatever he happens to be doing.

It's nice to be appreciated, even as an object. "Like what you see?"

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Nikola slides an arm around her back as he steers her down the street. "It'll do."

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She smirks. "What it will do is the better question," Raya murmurs.

"Or who."

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"Who it will be doing had better be me, or it will be walking home," Nikola says, smirking.

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She chuckles, and looks over at him. "And if I find someone better?" Raya asks, perfectly innocent.

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He smiles and leans in close with a smug smile. "You won't."

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She mirrors him and leans in as well, getting close enough that it's inevitable they'll touch somewhere from neck to knee, just a light enough brush to be teasing.

She hasn't forgotten what he said about it earlier, but sometimes her devilish streak decides to show itself a little more. Now would be one of those times. "Awfully confident of that..."

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He shrugs confidently and continues on toward the club. "Someone better doesn't exist."

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She follows, immensely amused. "I'd say bet me, but I don't know what we'd be wagering."

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"Something you'd be loathe to part with, no doubt."

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"Got a suggestion?"

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"I was going to say your virginity, but I'm afraid I can't match that bet."

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Interesting suggestion, albeit one she'd halfway thought he'd say. She turns to Nikola slowly, as they get closer to the building.

"Who says I'd want yours?"

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He shrugs, seemingly unconcerned at the implication. "I certainly didn't."

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She shrugs back gracefully, and the corset shows a little stripe of skin between the bottom edge and the top of her skirt band. Given how much skin she's already showing, it isn't really outlandish, but has the ability to be...attention-catching, given it's location.

"Patience is a virtue," she says lightly. "Even without a bet you might get what you want."

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"Promises, promises," Nikola mutters as they reach the club.

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"Oh, I haven't promised a thing yet," she smirks. "But I have some ideas."

But he doesn't intend to let him get anything out of her--or into, as the case may be--that easy.

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"And I suppose you're keeping those ideas to yourself?"

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"Feel free to ask," she says with a sweet smile, not really answering the question. "You never know what answers you'll get," she murmurs, giving the same smile to the occupants of the club as she enters.