She clutched the shirt to her small frame tightly, her knuckles white. His lips curved upwards into his infamous smirk, and she began to recover from her shock. She shook her head, and Seto noticed it was almost as if she was shaking off the bout of insecurity. Lilith sighed to herself.
"Well, Kaiba? Why are you in my dressing room?' she wondered aloud, slipping her shirt over her head. Once she was done with that, she turned to straighten the mirror she'd knocked over. Seto looked at her, realizing for the first time that she defied every rule about personality. She was unpredictable. Her outfit that she now wore was insanely conservative, consisting of an ankle-length black skirt, a long sleeved, high-necked blouse, and flip-flops. It was the exact opposite of the way she'd been dressed on stage, and only had the black theme in common with the outfit she'd worn to school.
"Kaiba? I'm waiting for an answer," she said, her voice startling him out of his thoughts. He smirked at her, and Lilith realized that she felt like a mouse cornered by a lion.
"I have an offer for you." He watched her bristle. She rolled her eyes, snatching her purse of the table, pulling the clip from her hair, and letting the mass of brown strands tumble down.
"Yeah, don't they all. I'm not going to sleep with you. I'm a dancer," she said, a bitter edge weaving in her tone. His eyes narrowed.
"Don't flatter yourself, Freeman. There are much prettier whores out there," he snapped. She batted her eyelashes at him.
"You don't think I'm pretty? Oh, I'm hurt, Kaiba-kun. Now, if you don't mind, I'm out of here," she announced, making for the door. She was halfway out of the room, when she was whirled around and slammed against the open door. She glared up into Seto's eyes. "Let me go this instant," she hissed, her eyelashes shading her eyes. She felt his hands tighten around her biceps, and hissed. There would be bruises in the form of his hands tomorrow.
"Don't you dismiss me, Freeman. You might want to hear my offer before you make rash decisions," he snapped. She sniffed haughtily, closing her eyes. He shook her slightly, and her eyes opened again, the liquid chocolate color darkening to an angry red-brown. He watched her for a moment, and finally realized she wasn't going to interrupt him.
"Now then, Freeman, my offer. I want to employ you. You'd be a dancer at the Moonlit Shore. Got it?" he asked, loosening his grip. She kept her face blank.
"I thank you for the offer, Kaiba, but I'm quite content with the job I have here. Your offer is generous, but I'm afraid I must refuse it," she said, pulling out of his grip to pick up her purse. She headed for the door, noting that he made no move to stop her. As her feet caressed the threshold of the door, his silky voice reached her ears.
"Perhaps offer…wasn't quite the correct word," he purred. Lilith froze.
"What do you mean?"
"How old are you, Freeman?" he asked, smirking. He watched her back tense the slightest bit.
"I'm eighteen, Kaiba, why? If this is your way of trying to woo a girl, I'd hate to see what you do in a normal conversation," she snapped. He smirked, noting that she seemed to be losing her cool.
"You're not eighteen, Freeman. You've just barely turned seventeen. But you look eighteen though, don't you, so you knew you could get away with it. But you can't. Not anymore."
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Kaiba-san," she said coldly. Seto knew he was getting to her, and that meant that he'd almost won.
"I think I do, Lilith. You see, I asked your employer for a computer. I looked you up, and what a shock. Your birthday was less than three months ago. And it was just your seventeenth birthday. So, technically, I can stop you from dancing here. You're too young." Lilith bit her lip. She knew exactly where this was heading.
"You're blackmailing me." She needed no answer. But she got one anyway, in the form of the victorious smirk that was sliding across his lips.
"Let's put it this way, Freeman. My offer stands. I'll discuss payment with you tomorrow. I'll give you time to decide. You can work for me, or give up dancing in any club in the area. I want your decision by eight tomorrow." With that, he strode from the room. Lilith watched the door swing shut with a gentle click, and slide down to the floor, burying her face in her hands.
"Hell has come to visit…" she said softly, "And now it wants my soul."
A/N: Yes, my friends, I'm back. I'm really sorry it took so long. Just to tell you, this is very unlikely to turn out as a Seto/OC. In other words, I don't think I'll be putting Lilith and Seto together. A few comments. I don't know how the age thing really works. I just made it like that for plot purposes. My bad. I know I should look things like that up, but I'm lazy. The ending. Yes, it's a little weird. If you didn't catch it, her soul is basically dancing, and Seto's trying to harness that part of her. That will be explained more later on.
Next chapter: Lilith makes her decision (hard choice…) and some of her friends show up to give Seto a piece of their mind…
Twilight: AHHH! I've been so bad… I really need to go read the latest chapter of Uninvited…my bad, I'm bad bad bad! Sorry!
WhiteJellO: I thought it fit really well too! Yes…bar does not equal good meeting spot.
Touzoku-ouhi: Erm…she's not a stripper. Technically, she's an exotic dancer, but she prefers 'entertainer'. Don't even ask how I know that. My characters speak to me. Be scared. And dammit, I forgot the disclaimer for Maroon Five's song. I'll do that this time.
I DON'T OWN "HARDER TO BREATHE"!
And just in case I forgot to do this the first chapter:
I DON'T OWN YU-GI-OH EITHER!
Setalina Muro: Yeah, she's pretty close to one, but she's not….My style threw you off? How so? I guess it was a little different…