With fingers elegantly holding up the hem of her dress, Bellatrix slipped through the veiled archway. Darkness surrounded her as she felt carefully for each next step before she took it.
When she felt she was unable to go any further, she muttered a sharp word under her breath, "Shift." Light flooded the passage as a hidden door slid open without a sound, a guard allowing her entrance without a word.
Once within the interior of the selective brothel, Bellatrix moved with an unusual grace towards the counter where a liaison stood waiting. "Mrs. Lestrange?" The woman drawled in a way that nearly, only nearly, made her skin crawl.
Nothing bothered Bellatrix more than a seedy woman who didn't know that her place was to follow devotedly. If that woman didn't hold the key to what she so desperately wanted, then she would have shown her just how rewarding following a master could be.
As the woman cleared her throat, Bellatrix brushed off the thoughts easily and gave a short nod. "Wand?" She held out the wand delicately, eyes flashing in warning when the woman ran her own along it's surface, "There will be the extra charge."
With her wand back in her possession, she slipped it away into her robes and walked after the woman as she turned to the stairs. When the woman stopped at a door just at the left of the top of the stairs, she knocked once and then stepped aside.
A short moment passed before the door was opened with a soft click. In the doorway stood a cloaked figure and Bellatrix felt her throat tighten.
The figure held out a single gloved hand and she reached into her robes, placing the vial she pulled out into their palm. They closed the door and the woman nodded once before disappearing down the stairs.
Left alone in the hall, she swayed back and forth, excitement welling up. Knocking on the door firmly, she waited. "Enter."
The familiar voice sent tingles racing up her spine as she pushed open the door, stepping inside. Closing the door and locking it behind her, she stepped further into the room with her head held high.
There sitting regally on the silk laden bed was the cloaked figure. She bowed low, nearly throwing herself to the ground in a heap. "Strip."
Looking up into those familiar red eyes she smiled, "Of course, my Lord."
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