“Most people don’t have twenty inch calves,” Tony says smugly, while the older woman looks Steve over carefully in the scant light. Her dark eyes are piercing, moreso than Tony’s will ever be, and when she’s done her scrutiny, she snaps her fingers and opens the door.
“I have the materials and I may be able to find the time. Let me get measurements,” she says, her voice deceptively deep and rattled from too much smoking over the years. “Come in. Quickly. Don’t let the cats out.”
Tony takes up the rear, trailing behind the blond. His eyes wander, mostly because he’s human and curious and there are rows of shelves with all sorts of lurid and interesting packages on them. His hands remain firmly in his pockets, however, because they are not here to buy novelty items.
The back room that Angel leads them to is filled with plush velvet furniture and gold fixtures. It’s decadent without looking cheap or sloppy. The woman snaps her fingers again for Steve to get up on a small raised platform in front of a set of three angled mirrors. Tony is there to dictate what he wants, looking half predatory and half like the business man he’s been for much of his life. “Boots, knee. Red leather. And gloves. Fingerless. With roughed up palm grips. He’s going to need a chest piece that allows full range of arm motion. Something to protect his skin.”
“Motorcycle gear?”
“Yeah but easier to maneuver in. He’s a dancer.” Grin. What a lovely grin, reflected three times back. “He needs his joints to retain fluidity. Can you do that?”
“Tall order. Literally. We have some pieces in stock I can work from.”
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Date: 2018-08-15 02:26 pm (UTC)“I have the materials and I may be able to find the time. Let me get measurements,” she says, her voice deceptively deep and rattled from too much smoking over the years. “Come in. Quickly. Don’t let the cats out.”
Tony takes up the rear, trailing behind the blond. His eyes wander, mostly because he’s human and curious and there are rows of shelves with all sorts of lurid and interesting packages on them. His hands remain firmly in his pockets, however, because they are not here to buy novelty items.
The back room that Angel leads them to is filled with plush velvet furniture and gold fixtures. It’s decadent without looking cheap or sloppy. The woman snaps her fingers again for Steve to get up on a small raised platform in front of a set of three angled mirrors. Tony is there to dictate what he wants, looking half predatory and half like the business man he’s been for much of his life. “Boots, knee. Red leather. And gloves. Fingerless. With roughed up palm grips. He’s going to need a chest piece that allows full range of arm motion. Something to protect his skin.”
“Motorcycle gear?”
“Yeah but easier to maneuver in. He’s a dancer.” Grin. What a lovely grin, reflected three times back. “He needs his joints to retain fluidity. Can you do that?”
“Tall order. Literally. We have some pieces in stock I can work from.”