So Nice To Meet You...

Allison's smirk was cleverly disguised as an innocuous smile. "No. Let's not."

With that she turned and strode out to the ring to collect her clothes. She pulled on her pants, shirt, shoes, and jacket, and replaced her earrings, taking a minute to make sure everything was in the right place. Then she turned to find Violate. "Your employer... if he is indeed of wealth and taste, perhaps he would be able to suggest a place to start my shopping?"

Violate pouted a little at the rejection but quickly smiled once more. "Fufufu and here I thought that you wanted to spend every waking moment of the evening with me. I'm absolutely devastated, dear Allis." She then followed Allis back tot he ring and carefully watched her redress, tugging at her own suit and making sure that everything was where it belonged as if part of a subconscious reaction to Allison's actions.

Violate then grinned at Allis. "Well." She said casually. "I suppose that sh is technically your employer as well. I don't believe she'll be signing your checks but you would definitely have to answer to her if she came calling. I just happen to be under her employ for two separate reasons." She then lifted up her head. "Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt, General Manager of Friction. If you need a match made, she's the woman to see." But Violate then frowned. "Unfortunately, however, she barely even wants to do business in this 'wretched country' as she puts it. I doubt she would be of any use in the fashion department as she imports all of her clothes.

Violate then stepped up closer to Allison. "Though, if you need an escort, I would be happy to accompany you so that you won't have to bear the assault of this country all alone, fufufu." She said as she tipped her hat courteously.

"How interesting. Perhaps I'd like to meet this Lukretia Von Creuzfeldt. Though I doubt it. I've never met a German who wasn't dreadfully sterile. Still, it may be in my best interest to know her face. I'm sure between the two of us I could secure some time with her, no?"

Allison's first reaction was to tell Violate to get lost. But then, she really didn't know her way around, and Violate would be useful in that regard. Perhaps she could carry things for Allison. She was probably used to acting like a servant anyway.

"Very well, now, let's be off. My first stop must be somewhere particular, though, I must clean up properly before I embark on any adventures through this miserable country. Perhaps my spa would be of benefit to you as well..." She said, inspecting the quality of Violate's skin and her finer details.

"I think that could be arranged, fufu." Allison said. "Though if you are strong then there is a good chance she will seek you out yourself. She detests weakness." She added. Violate then turned her head. "Your, spa?" She asked curiously. "Oh, that sounds quite intriguing. I do believe that I shall be inclined to witness this for myself." She said as she raised an eyebrow. "Do lead the way, dearest Allis." She said offering up her arm.

Allison arched an eyebrow at Violate's arm, then looked back up at her eyes. She turned and began her walk out of the building.

"Shall I call a cab, or do you have transport of your own?" She asked. She had a car of her own, but she didn't want to get it dirty. She'd be back at the AFW complex soon enough, she could get it then.

"You have such a... unique look, darling. Have you ever consulted with anyone regarding your appearance? I'm sure there are some improvements to be made. Just let me staff attend to you while I prepare for the evening. It would be my pleasure."

Violate smirked at Allison's silent rejection. "Fufu." She chuckled softly to herself. "Oh A cab would be fine if it's not too far to walk. I can usually just call a ride when i need to return back tot he estate but I'll let you lead the way." As she spoke, she made sure to follow Allis. "Oh my." Violate said looking at Allison carefully. "How thinly veiled, delicious." She said with a soft smile. "I have not consulted with anyone beyond the tailor who was called upon to design my attire. Do you disapprove?" She said and pouted in a very fake manner before smiling once more. "Though, being attended to, that sounds quite enjoyable, fufu."

Allison retrieved her handbag, took out her phone, and called a cab. "Women such as myself don't just wander the streets in a place like this. Particularly not in this weather." She said.

For the first time it occurred to her that Maricarmen had evidently left. She looked, half expecting to find her mangled body just hidden somewhere out of sight, but the rest of her was unsurprised that the girl had pulled herself away so quickly. She was an excellent distraction for a rainy day, and would make an excellent challenge in the future.

She nodded to herself and started for the door. She grabbed an umbrella from a small pile leaning against the wall, fully aware that it belonged to someone else, and popped it open out the door. It was only a short cab ride to her spa. It was a fairly small but well appointed building, at once very modern and reverently traditional. She caught the eyes of all the employees the moment she entered.

"'Ello, girls, I'm pleased to see that you're all still here. I'd like you to meet an acquaintance of mine, Ms Violate Placido. Please see to her however you see fit while I tend to my own needs." Allison rarely allowed other people to do anything for her body that she could do herself. It wouldn't be fitting to allow someone so clearly below her in every respect to tend to her. She disappeared into a back room to bathe and address the blemishes she acquired earlier and redo her hair.

Meanwhile, Violate was beset upon by three women, each with aprons bearing the spa's logo. One was middle aged and rather short, another perhaps 30 and the only Japanese employee in the shop, and the third was barely over 20, blond, and unusually tall. They began to usher Violate to a chair, the young one taking her coat and hat while the oldest began to inspect her every detail.

"Kiyo," she said in a very low, gentle voice with a mild northern English accent. "Please help our guest relax. Amy, prepare her."

With well practiced efficiency, the youngest produced warm water and began to brush Violate's fingernails and clean her hands and face before removing her shoes and doing the same to her feet, flashing her a meek smile as she did. Meanwhile, Kiyo adjusted the chair to allow her better access and began to massage Violate's shoulders and neck with strong, skilled hands. The oldest woman disappeared into the back, gathering materials.

Violate smirked at Allison's elegance. As a Gardner and someone who was quite in tune with nature, Violate had no problem with walking in the rain. Plus her top hat and suit kept her dry enough. Her nose twitched at the scent int he air. It was rather refreshing to her but she made no protest and followed Allison into the cab and to the spa.

Maricarmen had not even gathered her belongings outside of her wallet, phone and keys. She decided a jog back to her apartment was exactly what she needed even though the pain still lingered in her body. She had practically charged home, bull rushing through the crowds with an angry look on her face until she got inside where she stripped and flopped on her bed and cried until she passed out.

Violate looked with a careful eye as she arrived at the building. The scene was exactly as she expected someone like Allison to have. She kept her smile as they entered and tipped her hat coyly to the ladies as they approached. She pulled her arms open and allowed them to take her jacket. Underneath was a vest that her neck ruffle was tied to and then underneath that was presumably a dress shirt. Only the sleeves stuck out and were cuffed at the end. Strapped to her was a holster like a police officer would wear and in it was holstered her REPLICA gun.

She let them slip off her gloves. Her nails were not painted. Being a Gardner who wore gloves most of the time she found it rather impractical. She cooed softly as she was attended to. "Fufu, how exciting." She said. "Let's see if this matches up to my expectations." She said quietly to the girls as they pulled off her shoes and began to attend to her feet as well. She closed her eyes and leaned back in the chair.

Amy, the youngest, began cutting and filing Violate's toenails, adjusting her cuticles, brushing her soles with pumice, and applying lotion. Sukiyo began a similar procedure with Violate's hands, with notably greater efficiency. Cathleen, the oldest, closely inspected the Violate's face and began to massage a sticky, slightly gritty substance onto her skin. "Okay, dear, we'll begin just by taking some of the world back out ah here, then we can talk about what to do with the rest." She continued to explain the procedures in a soft, methodical voice.

Allison leaned back to peer around the corner and catch a glimpse of Violate. She laughed softly. The girl seemed incredibly out of place in her establishment. Her outlandish attire, her bizarre mannerisms, her toy gun... certainly she was an unusual client.

From where she was, she could only just see Violate, who was facing away from her. "Vio, darling, are you doing alright? I hope you weren't attached to the dirt in your pores. Honestly it was the first thing I saw when I laid eyes on you. Your employer will be rather pleased with our results, I think."

Violate eased into the process, enjoying the pampering. Her eyes remained narrow slits, looking closed but remaining open. Her grin never left her face, even as the gritty viscous was applied to her. "Fufu." She chuckled and opened an eye to peek at Allison. "I believe I am doing quite alright, Thank you dear Allis." Violate said before chuckling again. "Fufufu. At the risk of sounding unrefined, unladylike, I believe my employer would fire me if she found out I was lacking dirt in my pores. I am a gardener after all, fufufu." She said with a soft chuckle "But seriously. This is quite a treatment. Your staff certainly has a handle on the needs of refined ladies like us." She added with a wink.