So Nice To Meet You...

Allison laughed again, more quietly. Yes, refined ladies like us. Maybe she wasn't aware that she had a toy gun strapped to her chest. "I'll be ready shortly, just let my girls work until they run out of time." She said, toweling off her hair and readying a hair dryer.

Sukiyo had completed her manicure, and Cathleen briefly inspected it while she let the facial treatment sit. The Japanese woman floated off behind the counter again and returned moments later with a tray, on which was a ceramic jar of hot wax and a pile of things for the application and removal of it. Amy was a bit slower with her pedicure, but soon finished it and stood for a moment at a rack of little jars of polish, studying Violate. She grinned and grabbed a jar of deep, blood red nail polish and went to work, spacing Violate's toes with little bits of foam and carefully painting each nail.

"Your employer might expect that you work, but I'd imagine that she also expects you to maintain acceptable hygiene, no?" Allison called over the noise of the hair dryer.

Violate smirked at Allison's words. "Oh dear Allis." She said genuinely laughing at the woman's barbs. "I'm not some urchin who wouldn't know a shower if it was pouring down rain. Because of my work, I take even better care of my body than most." She said. It was true. having a healthy and fit body was very important to Violate. Aside from Gardening she was also a fitness and life coach. It was quite possible that she could have been full time at that instead of gardening however she hated people and loved nature so the choice was rather obvious.

As Violate waited for the wax, she smirked up at the girls. "Fufu, it must be quite enjoyable having her as a boss." Violate said carefully, not indicating whether she was being sarcastic or not.

Cathleen and Sukiyo exchanged glances, but Amy spoke up. "Oh, she's not around that much. Not since I've been here, anyway. She pretty much just comes by when she needs something." She said, nodding, with a smile that faded quickly as she caught Cathleen's eye. She went back to her work, gathering her tools and whisking them away.

Cathleen used a pencil to make small reference markings around Violate's eyebrows and then began to swiftly and precisely spread the melted wax onto small strips of paper and apply them to Violate's brow area. Allison emerged from the back room after a surprisingly short amount of time, looking as fresh as she did when she sat in the cafe. Her clothing was different. She wore a dark blue pair of low-rise designer jeans that fit her perfectly, a black belt with a finely detailed buckle, a grey tank top with an abstract design across the front in black, cut with an enticing neckline and an elegant drape to it, and a pair of black leather ankle boots. Each piece of clothing was fairly simple, a little understated, but the effect was carried so well that she looked like she wouldn't be under dressed anywhere.

"Are you quite ready, darling? I'm anxious for my first shopping trip in this country."

Violate listened carefully to the woman's words as the wax was applied. She clutched the edge of the chair tightly, knowing what was coming and would wince a little when the wax was torn away from her. Violate already kept her eyebrows thin and groomed but there was no sense in allowing a stray hair to catch her off guard when the girl was all but happy to take care of it. When Allison stepped out, Violate looked over the girl, almost licking her lips. She seemed almost casually dressed but at the same time she still seemed regal enough. It was quite a gift Allison had.

"As soon as your ladies give me the all clear, fufufu." Violate said. And when they were done, She would stand up and slip all her attire back on and make sure that everything was in its place She then tipped her hat to the ladies. and looked coyly at Allison. "And what will you be looking for today?" She asked wondering what Allison might be up for purchasing.

"Be over quick, dearie..." Cathleen said, and with a few quick jerks she had zipped off the wax, taking little stray hairs with it. She used an oil to remove leftover wax, cleaned Violate's face up with a towel, and then applied a balm to condition the skin. "Right as rain, off you go."

Amy appeared in front of Violate as she stood up and held up a mirror for her with a smile. Her brow line was tidy before, but was perfect now, save for the redness but that would fade. Her facial skin was silky and deeply clean, fresh feeling. Her hands and feet were conditioned and smooth with blood red nails. The spa employees quickly tidied up and retired back to the counter to busy themselves with various mundane things.

"Well," Allison said, inspecting Violate. "They aren't miracle workers. Come along before I decide to charge you." She gathered her things in a bag and picked up her stolen umbrella and headed for the door.

"Who is this person I am to meet? I'd like to look presentable, and being that it will be evening, I'd like to find some proper evening wear. P'raps you could describe what you have in mind, so that I can make a more educated decision?"

Violate bowed as she left with Allison. "Fufu.. No miracles needed to be worked on me, I assure you." She quipped back and winked at Allison as they strode off and away from the spa. "This is near enough to downtown." She began in thought. "If you can handle bright lights and crowds, we may be able to find a nice little bit of class hidden away in all that modern bric-a-brac." She said eying Allison for approval.

As Allison asked her question, Violate chuckled to herself. "Fufufu." She said. "Well, I think she's an absolutely dreadful woman. A master of malfeasance obfuscation." She then eyed Allison with a grin. "A defense attorney but one of the best. Certainly someone you want on your side rather than opposite of you. But she does believe that the finer things in life are the only things in life. I'm curious to see how the two of you get along."

"Downtown sounds interesting enough... but a lawyer? Brilliant. I'm not sure that I want to give her the dignity of my evening attire." Allison said with a sigh. "But I am a civilized woman, even if I'm the only one. Lead the way, mademoiselle, this is for our purposes your country."

Holding her umbrella, Allison looked expectantly at Violate.

Violate stepped forward and spun around to look at Allison as she walked backwards playfully. "Fufu." She began. "That's exactly the reaction that I give her." She said. "But for some reason I feel as if the two of you would get along better than perhaps her and I do. Our differences us bring us together like magnets but it is a different sort of engagement. I think, the two of you would have more to converse over over tea than I or you or her and I, fufu." She winked at Allison and spun back around, leading the woman through the brightly colored district. Neon signs and bustling crowds which were thinned by the rain.

She stopped at what looked like a small alleyway. "Down the rabbit hole, dear Allis." She said and motioned with a bow." She then patted her chest. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." She said and looked at Allis as though there was an equally good chance that Allis could get mugged by Violate as by anyone else.

"The joys of having servants, fufu." Violate muttered as she escorted Allis down the hallway to a wooden door. She then pushed it open and stepped down a few stairs. Suddenly they were in a rather ornate, if not a little old looking antechamber made up like a sitting room. There was another wooden door and Violate pushed it open. "Here we are dear Allis. A wonderful sort of shop. It specializes in old western clothes. An antique shop, if you must, she said feeling as though Allis would find the thought dreadful. But I assure you the latest fashions are also in stock. Something for the both of us all in one shop, fufu." She said bowing to allow Allison to enter before her.

Allison arched an eyebrow at Violate and studied her for a moment before agreeing to go where she was leading her. Was Violate actually making her nervous? Perhaps a little. She told herself it was understandable given the degree of the woman's abnormality. Dogs can be vicious, but predictable. She didn't know that there was an animal that represented Violate well at all.

Then the moment passed, and whatever hint of nervousness there was was gone. She walked down the alley, through the door, down the stairs, pausing only before the last door. She looked around. "What a strange little place." She remarked, idly running her fingers over the shade of a lamp that sat on a small end table. She stopped, regarding Violate more closely than she had before. "Hm."

With a few slow, slinky steps, Allison began to circle behind Violate, running one hand through her long, blond hair. "My line of work would be hindered by this length." She said idly. "You do have such lovely hair... not truly blond, just a hint of redness to it." She combed her finger all the way down the length of her hair and picked up the ends. "This hair makes a great many options available to you. There is so much you can do with it..." She said, dropping the hair and slinking around to stand by Violate's shoulder. "But of course few of them could be better than wearing it as simply as you are."

A slight smile, almost like a smirk eased into Allison's lips. She reached up and untied Violate's scarf, pulling it slowly off of her and draping it over her shoulder. "This, though, is extraneous. It adds nothing. The goal is to present your body as impeccably as possible, not to disguise it with such frills. Hmm..." She tickled Violate's chest where the scarf was while looking down at the rest of her. "I'd imagine your quite set on this style, but I think we can do better with the shoes. P'raps try to match a skirt with this jacket. Maybe with seemed tights... And of course I would like to set this hat on fire and throw it out into the street, but I don't think you'd let me." She said, tapping the top of Violate's top hat.

"Well then, shall we?" She said, pushing through the door into the shop.

After Violate opened the main door tot he shop, she found Allison circling her. It was rather unusual and Violate curiously allowed the woman to continue. She kept a small smile on her face but her eyes held a look of cautious interest at what Allison was doing. Violate craned her neck a bit when Allison took her hair in her hands. "Thank you, dear." She said with a normal smile settling into her face. "I was gifted with good looks, hair included, so I do my best to try and take as much care as i can to keep it healthy., fufu."

Violate then watched as Allison began to tug at her crevasse.She kept her cool and listened to Allison. "Fufu, the gentleman's fashion already disguises it to some extent, I'd say. A little neck adornment barely adds to that, however." She said, raising a curious eyebrow at the mention of a skirt. "I find that this sty;e provides a unique allure. Something that people do not expect. A beautiful maiden guised as dapper gentleman. It brings their eyes to me whether they want to look or not and enough of my feminine charms allure them into maintaining a gaze. This is why I do not prefer feminine affectations, dearest Allis." She then grinned.

"However, I am almost curious enough to allow you to have your way with me. How would you dress up this doll if there was no quarrel to be had with it, fufufu?" She said and ran her fingernails up and down Allison's back quickly giving her an affectionate scratch before stepping through the door and into the store proper where they were greeted by an aged and slightly bulky European woman.