A Little Mouse, In Over Its Head [Claudia/Arlette/Eliane, Alastair]

"No, no, of course not. You're just here to enjoy the local flavor, right? See what Africa has to offer? Sample some local delights, maybe?"

Her grin growing just a bit more, Eliane leaned in close to Alastair, her lips a hair's breadth away from his ear as she whispered in her most sultry tone. It was, for the record, quite profoundly seductive in nature, given how well she had practiced it, only further accentuated by the ever so slight French accent with which she spoke.

"But you know, the Duvalier Group prides itself on perfect service any time, anywhere."

Oh, that was a good one. If he was already blushing just from her mentioning Claudia and Arlette half-dressed, then she was sure that was going to be a real good one. And it'd be even better, considering she was dragging him right into an elevator. The two of them, all alone, in such a confined space and going up so high to the penthouse...

It'd be hard not to just eat him alive right here, really.

Now that was information she certainly hadn't had, but Eliane was only even happier to know it. Maybe she couldn't use it right away, considering she wasn't trying to scare the little thing away. That would probably be bad for business, and the boss wouldn't like that. Oh, what a pity.

"I'm sure she must be absolutely stunning, if you're so quick to bring her up when we're simply talking about your holiday."

It was too easy, really. Always one way or another to mess around with him, pull him around like a puppy on a leash that was far too short. Oh, a leash, now that was a nice thought.

"But that wouldn't surprise me at all, with what a handsome man you are. Let me guess, tall, long legs, an ample bosom? And I've got no doubt she's a very talented girl, hmmm~?"

The elevator moved almost depressingly fast for Eliane's tastes. There'd hardly be any time to needle him before they made it up, and the odds were pretty good that Arlette would tell her to shut up when they made it to the penthouse. Always such a bore.

"Oh, I'm sure that he would, but he'd have to be really lucky."

Eliane found Alastair's kind words overwhelmingly precious, enough so that she almost pinched his cheeks and told him so. But being that forward about it would have spoiled the whole fun of the chase, and she got to see him squirm longer if she dragged it out. What a cute expression, though.

Oh, the door was open now, and that meant the fun was pretty much over now, huh? Well, maybe not over. There was always one more way to maybe get a little more out of this, and so as she led Alastair into the penthouse proper, she finally released his arm, exaggeratedly gesturing toward the open space, the large kitchen, and the impressive floor to ceiling windows that gave a view of the whole city.

"Make yourself comfortable, Mr. Guest. I'll let the boss know you're here, tell her to look presentable for you. Unless you're still hoping for that little view of her in her panties~?"

With a grin, she left him there alone, perfectly content to see where this went now.

The moment that Arlette noted Eliane's return had been marked only by the typical notification of the elevator's arrival, and not by any sort of inane message from her companion, the other bodyguard knew that something was abnormal. Not amiss, because Eliane certainly would have died before bringing any sort of threat into the penthouse, to say nothing of the other security measures.

Holstering her handgun under her suit jacket, Arlette simply left her quarters and immediately noted the crimson-haired man that was decidedly an outsider. A familiar one, at least. That made things more clear, though the last thing Arlette would do was try and make any sense of Eliane's asinine little games.

"Mr. Eisfluch. A surprise to see you here. I'll assume Eliane dragged you along."

Arms crossed, stance remarkably relaxed, there wasn't much in the way of hostility in Arlette's demeanor. She seemed, for all the world, like she was just a typical woman being presented with a minor inconvenience.

"I'll apologize on her behalf, considering she won't do it herself."

Not that Arlette really cared much about Alastair's feelings, of course. At least, not on any personal level. But making him uncomfortable was bad for business. They didn't gain anything with this stupid little circus.

"Demanded, eh? That sounds about right."

If Arlette were the laughing sort, she'd have laughed at the mention of Eliane "inviting" him along. She knew exactly what that actually entailed, and realistically, this young man had probably skirted far closer to death than he actually even realized. Probably best to let him stay ignorant on that matter.

"Just ignore her if she's getting too annoying. She won't do anything other than pout."

Well, she would actually. And she had before. But Arlette wasn't going to tell Alastair that. Maybe she'd beat that idiot again, hadn't done that in a couple years now. It was getting more than just a little tiresome to have to clean up her messes.

"Seeing as you're here, I'll at least offer you dinner. It'll be sent here, so I'll just let them know to make one more. Unless you've got prior accommodations, of course, but it's the least we can do for dragging you here."

Despite her infinitely more curt tone when compared to Eliane, there was undeniably more of a sense that Arlette was actually engaging with Alastair. That was only natural, of course. Arlette didn't have any of the other twin's desire to watch people suffer, and frankly, she thought that entire outlook was stupid. He was a client, and clients paid the bills. There wasn't any reason she could see to treat him like some sort of chew toy.