::Holding Trix's hand as he takes her upstairs, it's no secret that he's trying to get her to touch his crotch. Mmm Trix, you did so well to flirt with him. He stops outside a door and pulls a key from his back pocket, not before trying to get Trix to do it for him. Opening the door, he reveals a lavish penthouse suite looking out to some lovely scenery and all that. He enters and turns around so that he and Trix are standing very, very close. He breathes sweet onion and garlic breath into her face sexily.::

"You know where I'll be..."

::He takes her hand and presses the sweaty and slightly browned key into her palm.::

"If you need me, baby."

::With an alluring... ahem... wink, he exits.::

::Trix shudders as he leaves, disgusted. But, she got exactly what she wanted, an amazing apartment, so it's not so bad. She goes to run a sweat-inducingly hot bath, and while it runs she explores the place. It's much bigger than she expected, and furnished to perfection. She smiles, strips, and climbs into the tub.::

::After a long soak and scrub, Trix feels refreshed. She gets out, dresses in a long dark skirt, her favourite stiletto boots and a top which leaves very little to the imagination, and takes a small pouch of white powder out of her bag. She tips a small portion of it on to a clean surface, then uses her credit card to form it into a line. A few seconds later, she stands straight up, rubs her nose, clutches her bag and heads out the door back towards P3::

::Karen flies in and unbattifies. With a snarl of annoyance she realises Trix had already left, and walks to the door, changing her appearance to that of Lee. She pushes Trix's front door open and goes into Valterra's apartment, aftering sensing Patience in there and remembering the ties that the witches had had previously::

::Trix reappears in her penthouse, thinking about her encounter with Parker.::

"Arsehole."

::She has a quick shower and dresses in a pair of black velvet trousers and a fluffy pink sweater. She then decides that this top is hideous and removes it, incinerates it and dons a fitted black jacket. She then heads out towards P3.::

::Trix enters and sits down, suddenly realising how tired she is. She goes to bed and drifts off to sleep after about half an hour.::

::Surprisingly quickly, Trix wakes up again, feeling refreshed. She washes and dresses etc etc.::

(I need a knife.)

::She leaves, heading towards shops.::

::Trix appears in a puff of smoke and takes a shower before heading in to bed.::

::After a while, Trix wakes up and dresses. She decides to go out. Wondering if there is a place like P3, only more for people like her, she smokes to the market.::

::Trix appears in a puff of smoke and walks to the landlord's office, even though it's not called that.::

::Trix drops in and peels the remains of her skirt off her legs, changing into a pair of trousers.::

"Bollocksing arsehole..."

::She then smokes back to the cavern.::

::Trix and Lenin land on her bed and she coninues to kiss him hungrily.::

::Lenin breaks the kiss for a moment, not wanting to.::

"Did you just use magic in public?"

"No-one noticed."

::She leans up to kiss him again.::

(Who cares? Everyone around here is magic anyway...)

::Lenin mumbles into the kiss.::

"Oh well."

::He slides his hands up her thighs, not believing his luck in bagging such a ridiculously attractive woman.::

(I don't even know what it is about her...)

(That's better.)

::She moans slightly and begins unzipping his flies.::

::Lenin takes charge 'cos he's manly like that, and pushes Trix onto the bed, pulling off her trousers and kissing up her legs, stomach, slipping off her shirt and kissing her chest, lust rising inside him.::

"You're really beautiful..."

::He moves up and kisses her neck.::

::Trix moans again and drags his face up to hers to kiss him on the mouth.::

::Lenin kicks his jeans off while kissing Trix, what a multitasker, and unbuttons his shirt, throwing it to the floor.::

(Jiiiiigglypuuuuuff...)

::Trix wraps her arms around Lenin's neck and pulls back to look at him for a moment. She smiles, then kisses him again.::

::Lenin unhooks her bra with one hand and pushes it away, now doing what boys tend to do with a lady's chest, moaning his approval into the kiss.::

(BOOBIES!!)

::And fade out.::

::Lenin pants and flops down beside Trix, a thin sheen of sweat on his hot boday.::

"Well... I don't usually do that with people I've just met..."

(Ha! Ahem.)

"Yeah. Me neither. Cigarette?"

::Offers.::

"Thanks."

::Lenin accepts and reaches down to fumble in his pants pockets for a lighter.::

"Don't bother."

::She quickly lights the two and puffs at her own.::

"Sweet, how'd you do that?"

::Lenin takes a deep drag.::

"Oh man it's been too long..."

::She smiles at him.::

"Magic. I know the feeling. I tried to give up once, but I couldn't. I managed to cut down though."

"Well, we all have to die somehow."

(Apart from how I'm a) a clone and b) also dead, I don't really have to worry about that.)

::He slides a hand up her arm, and kisses her shoulder.::

"True."

::She smiles down at him and smells his hair.::

(Mmm. Clean hair smell.)

"So um..."

(Crap.)

"What's your name?"

"Trix. And for once I haven't forgotten a name. You're Lenin."

"I am. I really am."

(Wonder what Lukey boy would say if he could see me now...)

::Raises an eyebrow ever so slightly.::

"Yes..."

::Lenin stubs his cigarette out, tired of this talking, and slides on top of Trix, kissing her again.::

(Thank God.)

::Kisses back.::

::Not wanting to burn himself, he stubs out her cigarette too, and gets more passionate, kissing down her neck and pausing for like an hour at her chest before making his way down.::

::Trix moans a bit and closes her eyes.::

::Lenin moans a bit and opens his eyes. He kisses Trix's... body, and gets up to get himself a drink. And one for her. Gentleman. Handing her a beer, because um, because that's all there was, Lenin sits on the bed and smiles at her.::

"So... Trix. I haven't seen you around before. Are you new? Newish? N00b-o-rama?"

::She takes the beer, but doesn't drink from it.::

"Newish. I dunno, time is hard to make out round here, but it's been a while. How about you? How long have you been here?"