Jacqueline trilled happily to herself, leaping through the air and landing with a perfect spinning pirouette on top of a spinning roof vent.
The way she landed, all of her balance immaculate, body perfectly aligned, tail working as a counterweight, was such a thrilling sensation. Her heart skipped a beat in glee as she then leapt off it, flipping in the air and landing on her feet.
She'd come quite a way across the rooftops, parkouring, leaping, and grappling. She had never felt so free.
But she was unsure on one thing... she had wished to have an idea of where she was meant to go to find her destined prize... but all she'd received was the grappling hook. She sat herself down on the edge of the night club she was currently perched on top of, and gazed out at the city.
Down below, by the back door, she could overhear a conversation of some sort. Two shlubby young men in janitorial jumpsuits out on a smoke break.
The broader of the two scratched the back of his head. "And when he came out, I swear zees ees true, ze girl was steel there!"
"Jah?"
"I couldn't eeven theenk of anytheeng to say! I just ze door and told 'er to knock eef she needed anysing while I mopped up."
Ugh. How Sordid. Jacqueline wasn't sure what she expected though. the janitors at a large club like this probably saw a lot of humanities social armpit.
she sighed. "ah weesh zere was somewhere around here wiz more class een eets nightlife..." then she realized she'd been fidgeting with the stone. "Oops..." She felt a little guilty. She didn't like making unintended wishes.
Down below, one of the two dancing-girls stubbed out her cigarette. "Ve are back on de floor in ten. I'm going to go make sure I'm properly freshened." She turned, long black locks trailing, along with her deep red tail. Jacqueline purred in intrigue. It would seem the club she was directly on top of had been changed. What a lazy stone~.
She paced to to the other side and took in the large line to get in... Then she paced back to look at the dancing girl still smoking.
A plan started to form. If she leapt just right, she could easily subdue the girl. They looked about the same size, so after undressing her, she-
"Ahem."
She looked around for the source of the throat clear, but her eyes then landed back on the stone in her palm. Oh. Right. She had gotten caught up in the sneaky fantasy and had forgotten she probably didn't need to assault the poor girl.
"Ah weesh my current clothes were een a satchel on zees roof, and zat I was wearing one of zose splashy red numbers zose girls had, zat would protect me from any suspeecion~."
She felt her outfit vanish, leaving her nude for a moment, before she felt new clothes wrap around her. Red heels, white stockings and garters, a red sequined leotard with a playboy-esque collar and cuffs... and a small red domino mask. Was that all it would take to conceal her identity?
Little did she know... yes. Once again, the laws of the universe had been pushed towards cartoon absurdism, and that mask was all it would take for people to realize she didn't work there or not.
She flipped off the roof, sliding down the wall and landing neatly around the corner. She then casually approached the back door, just in time to see the redhead turning to go inside.
"Wait!" she called. "Hold zee door!"
The redhead turned and rolled her eyes. "'urry up! Mah break eez ending!" She held the door and Jacqueline handily made it inside.
"Merci beaucoup~." "De rien."
She chuckled internally at that. Being both stuck with the french accent seemed to have a curious effect.
Intrigued, she tried something else; "D'où viens-tu?(where do you come from?)" She didn't know how she knew the french for it. She just did.
"Je viens de Lake Point. Toi-même?(I'm from Lake Point. Yourself?)" The girl gave her a cocked eyebrow. It wasn't too strange a question. The university meant the city saw a lot of people from different places.
Oddly however, before Jacqueline could answer, her mouth was moving for her. "Paree, bien sûr~.(Paris, of course~.)"
That was... not correct. The girl gave an approving nod and hustled off quickly, and Jacqueline was left wondering why her body had moved to answer that before she did, and why in that way?
How strange. As she pondered it though, the girl returned and pressed herself close, tail swaying as she whispered into Jacqueline's pointy ear. "He eez waiting for you een booth thirteen."
And just like that, she was gone. Had that been some kind of code phrase? Was that why she'd answered without control of herself?
If that was the case, then booth thirteen likely held some clue towards her prize. She headed towards the main part of the club, all the while admiring how her curves felt in the new outfit. the leotard clung to her beautifully, and the stockings were just to die for. She'd have to consider fancifying her wardrobe after tonight was over.
