[ tseng is not dan heng's first client that she's met with personally, but it's nevertheless a rare occurrence. generally speaking, she tends to prefer keeping the camera between herself and her audience, it's the safest option, but money talks, and when she finds someone whose company she really enjoys, she offers the option.
he'd started out as just one of many in her chat, someone who spoke up rarely at first, then more often, until at last he began paying for requests. from there, it was easy to offer him private sessions where she allowed him to speak with her personally, to tell her what to do in that smooth, silky voice of his - and now, the culmination. dan heng has no idea what he looks like, only knows his voice and his demeanor, so it had taken her a moment to find him when first she'd arrived. he's just as handsome as she had expected he might be.
she's wearing a slinky dress that hugs her curves nicely, black heels, her hair pulled up loosely at the back of her head. enticing - she knows what she's here for - without being too extravagant or revealing.
heels clicking on the lobby floor, she approaches the bar. ]
[ it is, as a matter of certain fact, fucking insane for tseng to be sitting here right now.
keeping tabs on dan heng had been an assignment, orders from heidegger to make sure he had an eye on one of the world's very last vidyadhara. he was supposed to watch her streams just to make sure that the turks knew what she was up to, but he was never told to engage. to be fair, for the first couple of months he hadn't—he had watched every broadcast but never typed a word, only observed dan heng's behavior, analyzed her words, monitored her activities as best he could.
it wasn't tseng's fault that she was exactly his type: lithe, slender, dark-haired and bright-eyed. he had tried not to notice her body, how every inch of her seemed designed to tempt him. but how was he supposed to notice anything else when his job was to watch dan heng make herself come on stream night after night? tseng is very, very good at his job, but he's also just a man.
so, here he is. off the clock, having told no one where he's intending to be, sitting in the lobby bar of an upscale sector two hotel. he's dressed well: a neatly-tailored dark blue suit with a pale grey shirt, no tie, collar undone at the top button. it had seemed like too much at first, but when he turns at the sound of a voice tseng is immediately glad he hadn't changed his mind. ]
You made it. [ she's somehow prettier in person. oh, this is so fucking stupid. ] Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?
[ that had been the agreement, after all. dan heng would show up, and if tseng wasn't her type they would have a drink and she could leave. otherwise... he has a room under a false name upstairs, the keycard burning hot in his pocket. ]
entirely oblivious to tseng's personal strife and internal monologue, dan heng nods, and slides into her seat at the bar. it was a surprising offer that he'd made, really, once she'd expressed interest in face-to-face sessions - in her experience, most men wouldn't let this chance slip through their fingers so easily, but he is willing to let her walk away without complaint, should they not mesh well. how novel. generally speaking she chooses very selectively who to offer these services, only bringing it forward if she's confident in their character, but even still. it's a point in his favor. ]
Something light would be best. To be honest, I don't drink often.
[ she's putting on her stage mask, of course, smiling for him and dressing the part, but in truth dan heng's online persona is not so different from her usual self. cool, quiet, composed. it's attracted an audience, those interested in her authenticity as well as her ass and tits, so she doesn't have to perform much even now. still, a job is a job, even if she has to spread her legs in order to get paid, so she'll play her part. it's easy, when she's talking with someone that she feels like she already knows very well. their voice sessions have always been enjoyable.
setting her purse on the bartop, dan heng crosses her legs, turned toward him. he looks even more handsome up close, smartly dressed, everything about him tidy and sleek. either he has a high end job, or he's just good at pretending, but given the money he has spend on her streams and private sessions.. ]
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he'd started out as just one of many in her chat, someone who spoke up rarely at first, then more often, until at last he began paying for requests. from there, it was easy to offer him private sessions where she allowed him to speak with her personally, to tell her what to do in that smooth, silky voice of his - and now, the culmination. dan heng has no idea what he looks like, only knows his voice and his demeanor, so it had taken her a moment to find him when first she'd arrived. he's just as handsome as she had expected he might be.
she's wearing a slinky dress that hugs her curves nicely, black heels, her hair pulled up loosely at the back of her head. enticing - she knows what she's here for - without being too extravagant or revealing.
heels clicking on the lobby floor, she approaches the bar. ]
Is it you?
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keeping tabs on dan heng had been an assignment, orders from heidegger to make sure he had an eye on one of the world's very last vidyadhara. he was supposed to watch her streams just to make sure that the turks knew what she was up to, but he was never told to engage. to be fair, for the first couple of months he hadn't—he had watched every broadcast but never typed a word, only observed dan heng's behavior, analyzed her words, monitored her activities as best he could.
it wasn't tseng's fault that she was exactly his type: lithe, slender, dark-haired and bright-eyed. he had tried not to notice her body, how every inch of her seemed designed to tempt him. but how was he supposed to notice anything else when his job was to watch dan heng make herself come on stream night after night? tseng is very, very good at his job, but he's also just a man.
so, here he is. off the clock, having told no one where he's intending to be, sitting in the lobby bar of an upscale sector two hotel. he's dressed well: a neatly-tailored dark blue suit with a pale grey shirt, no tie, collar undone at the top button. it had seemed like too much at first, but when he turns at the sound of a voice tseng is immediately glad he hadn't changed his mind. ]
You made it. [ she's somehow prettier in person. oh, this is so fucking stupid. ] Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?
[ that had been the agreement, after all. dan heng would show up, and if tseng wasn't her type they would have a drink and she could leave. otherwise... he has a room under a false name upstairs, the keycard burning hot in his pocket. ]
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entirely oblivious to tseng's personal strife and internal monologue, dan heng nods, and slides into her seat at the bar. it was a surprising offer that he'd made, really, once she'd expressed interest in face-to-face sessions - in her experience, most men wouldn't let this chance slip through their fingers so easily, but he is willing to let her walk away without complaint, should they not mesh well. how novel. generally speaking she chooses very selectively who to offer these services, only bringing it forward if she's confident in their character, but even still. it's a point in his favor. ]
Something light would be best. To be honest, I don't drink often.
[ she's putting on her stage mask, of course, smiling for him and dressing the part, but in truth dan heng's online persona is not so different from her usual self. cool, quiet, composed. it's attracted an audience, those interested in her authenticity as well as her ass and tits, so she doesn't have to perform much even now. still, a job is a job, even if she has to spread her legs in order to get paid, so she'll play her part. it's easy, when she's talking with someone that she feels like she already knows very well. their voice sessions have always been enjoyable.
setting her purse on the bartop, dan heng crosses her legs, turned toward him. he looks even more handsome up close, smartly dressed, everything about him tidy and sleek. either he has a high end job, or he's just good at pretending, but given the money he has spend on her streams and private sessions.. ]
What would you suggest? Wine?