Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: Braddock Industries is contained within a high-rise building, very professional-looking...like one of a hundred other high-class office buildings. "Braddock Industries" is engraved in the front window, and past that, it heads into an elegant, well-furnished lobby. The bottom floor is all cool blues and soft greens...the color of the marble tile, the walls, the furntiure. Several plants abound. The respectability of the facade is what's important, both to Corinne and to her clients. Who would expect that this was actually a brothel?

Corrine herself is at the front desk in the lobby, leaning over the surface as she helps the secretary, her Dreamer Jessica, go over some appointments. The Lady Herself is dressed in an evening dress, elegant and simple in red with a soft silver trim to it. It shows off her body without being slutty about it. She has no need, after all.

Fangwulf: *Beautiful. Just beautiful. At least... he would be. An older gentleman, possibly in his late thirties. He could be older, however. It is simply difficult to tell. Distinguished, in that way that one gets when they have no choice but to age gracefully. The sour expression does not help, however, and the lack of laugh lines simply means he has not laughed. Blonde hair, thick, but trimmed short, accompanies the milky-green eyes quite perfectly. Almost serpentine, to be observed by him. However... Corinne can, of course, make out the pointed ears.*

Fangwulf: I have an appointment, *he says, in his clipped, North London accent that cannot be disguised by any attempts on his part.*

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: She looks up from the desk, straightening into a proper posture and smiling warmly to the man. "Of course...good evening. A pleasure to meet you...?" She moves around the desk as she talks, extending a hand and offering it, palm down.

Fangwulf: I believe, *he says courteously,* that they would have simply listed me as an emissary to Miss Walker. And if you do not mind, I should prefer not to shake hands.

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: The civility is met with equal, and no loss of warmth as she takes her hand back. "Of course, Sir. Shall we adjourn to my office to speak?"

Fangwulf: If you do not mind. *He looks around. So many people. Perhaps this is as much a punishment for him as it is an observance of her work.*

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "Of course." She smiles and leans down, murmuring something to Jessica before turning to lead the man through the looby and toward the elevator, which opens for them. The doors close as she withdraws a security card and inserts it into the slot, then hits the button for the penthouse. The elevator begins a quick ascent up, taking them along on a smooth, very quiet ride. "It's a pleasure to finally meet someone from the Lady at last. May I have your name, Sir?"

Fangwulf: I am afraid not, *he says quite calmly.* It was part of the agreement with the Lady, that we merely speak. *He does not seem comfortable in the elevator either, looking up at the hatch in the top as if pondering escape.* If you should choose to call me something, Mr. Falke should do. It was an alias I went by many years ago.

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "Of course, Mr. Falke." She smiles, taking no insult in it at all. The door opens, into a room that seems equal parts Far Eastern Tea Room and French boudoir. The silks are warm colors...reds, browns and oranges, with Asian symbols on them. The smell of incense still lingers, something like Jasmine, or rose perhaps. The bad is large, of course, but not overly ostentatious. It's actually the simplest part of the room. There's a table in the center, low to the ground, and pillows to be seated on.

Fangwulf: *Now this... this he approves of, as if it is, perhaps, part of what he is deserving of. Arrogant, yes. And once he steps out of the elevator, nervousness fades. More relaxed. He breathes in the scents, as if mentally interpreting their value.* Lady Braddock. Your place of business is quite lovely. *Even as a compliment, it comes out... coldly.*

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: In contrast to his coldness, she is equally warm. "Thank you. Can I get you something to drink?"

Fangwulf: Tea would be quite acceptable, *he says with a nod.* Thank you. *It is like a stick attempting to be sociable.*

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "You're quite welcome." She moves to set the tea kettle to boil and prepares the infusion. "Are you enjoying your time spent in the city thus far?" Idle talk to let the tea be ready.

Fangwulf: Of course. As much as it may be enjoyed. However, I believe this will simply be a visit. The Kingdom of Smoke is my home, and shall ever remain so. I am simply doing this as a favour for Miss Walker. She sends her apologies that she cannot come herself.

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "Quite all right." She pours the tea, then brings him a cup, saucer underneath. It's a gentle taste...not bitter, more uplifting. Something herbal. "What can I do for Lady Walker?"

Fangwulf: *He takes the tea quite calmly. Then looks for a place to sit.* She has asked of me the same question, *he says quietly.*

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: She raises a brow slightly as she settles into a seat opposite the sidhe, sipping at her tea. "Me?" An amused smile break through. "Well, I must confess, I've been curious to meet with her. I've felt it's time for me to come out of my seclusion for some time, and start to meet the nobility. I imagine the Lady would be of some aid in that."

Fangwulf: She is quite busy, really, *he says with a nod.* And hse apologizes most profusely that she herself could not come over. There is quite a bit to be done, and the expenditure of waking Le Borde du Monde has her resting quite a bit.

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "Of course," she says with a gracious nod. "I wouldn't expect less...it's quite a testrament that she awakening it, and anyone would expect her to be tired." A brief pause. "Do you know, Mr. Faulke, ifd there are any others of my House within the city?"

Fangwulf: I believe there are, however, they are remaining hidden. *He does not add the 'thank the Gods' to the end of it, though he may as well have for the slight touch of caustic nature he puts to the words.* I've not met any myself. But I have only been here for a week myself.

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "I see." She nods, setting her teacup down and folding her hands in her lap as she regards the man. "Mr. Faulk, if I may be blunt...I find myself alone in the city. Such is not befitting, and I seek to rectify that."

Fangwulf: Quite understandable. Our kind... seem to frequent this place. Though it seems the commoners are quite easier to find. I believe... the city was once run by Gwydion. An odd choice, I believe. Perhaps why they left. Whom... are you trying to contact? Other fae? Or other Sidhe?

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: "Both, frankly. I've made some few contacts in the city, but few is hardly enough, as I think you could imagine."

Fangwulf: Ah. *He looks over his shoulder.* I shall set up a meeting with Miss Walker. Should you wish. Her connections stretch rather far. However I fear mine are more business than pleasure interests.

Corinne Braddock [Braddock Industries]: She smiles a bit. "I would like contacts of both natures, to be honest, Mister Faulk. Pleasure is hardly my only persuit."