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True to her word, Handler arrived at the castle at 6 pm sharp. She'd dressed in a new dress for the occasion. The bustle hid her Arachne lower body and four legs. Pink wasn't usually her color, but she was branching out. She wore a hat that was a few shades darker, tipped over one eye. A mesh veil hung over her face, though it did little to hide her eyes as she looked over the facade of the castle. It truly was impressive.

Not one to dawdle, she strode up to the door and knocked, patiently waiting for her host to answer.

Jack has absolutely no idea who the hell is showing up tonight. He doesn't even know if this is a chick or a dude, but it really doesn't matter. They seem interested, and he's a man that needs variety. Plus his sugar baby is all mopey right now anyway.

He gets home from work and lets his staff know he's got company coming and within half an hour his chassis is waxed and he's dressed in a black silk shirt and black jeans with one of his fancy 'king' jackets.

One of the various 'parlor' rooms scattered throughout the castle has been set up, one with giant glass double doors that lead to a balcony and am impressive view of the sea beneath the cliffs Castle Handsome rests on.

The castle's massive double doors are opened by a well groomed human in black and gold livery, who bows respectfully and leads Handler through the entryway and up an imposing set of stairs to the parlor where Jack is waiting - already seated in a wing backed leather chair. There's a fire crackling away.

The bow tells Handler everything she needs to know about the man opening the door. She barely acknowledges him as she follows, looking about as they walk. It truly is a castle. Impressive.

Once they reach the sitting room, she steps past the human. Her heels click on the floor, giving away her extra limbs. Seeing the simulacrum in the chair, her red lips curl into a smile. Her upper arms raise her veil and pin it to her hat with practiced ease. "Handsome Jack, I presume."

It occurred to Jack a little too late that he should have probably done an age check...but it sure hadn't sounded like a Youth, even over text.

And as it turns out, there was no need. That is no kid! Oh, fantastic. That is a good looking monster woman!

Jack stands up in a soft whir of hydraulics.

"In the chrome!" The lights in his unblinking, unmoving eyes flash brighter for a second. "And you've gotta be the Handler." He wonders if she's a merc - or former merc, rather. They usually have names like that.

"Welcome to Castle Handsome, have a seat. Want anything to drink? I don't do that on account of not having a functional mouth or organs, but I take care of my guests."

Well now. She'd rather hoped for someone a bit more flesh and blood, but he was intriguing. And who was she to judge, really? Not to mention that she's slept with someone who amounted to an animated skeleton. Ah, the life of a monster.

She inclines her head. "I am, indeed." Crossing to the offered seat, she lowers herself into it with practiced ease. In truth, sitting had taken a lot of practice after the change. Now she makes it look easy. "Thank you. I'll have a whiskey if you have it. Neat."

Now that is some talent.

"I've got just about anything you could want." Jack sits back down and rings a bell on the ridiculously expensive little table beside his chair. Another liveried servant appears from a discreet door set into the wall.

"Whiskey for the lady, neat. And just bring the bottle with it then make yourself scarce." He dismisses the human with a wave of his hand.

"I got loyal, hardworking people. But that's what happens when you promise not to eat'em! And I don't. I eat out. Bavan's got way more ambulatory wastes of skin wandering around than it does good house staff."

Handler smiles, flashing a touch of fang. "This is all quite impressive, especially compared to the way most other monsters live in the city." The fingers of one clawed hand gently run along the arm of the chair. She'd been so used to the finer things in life... She'd fallen so far when she arrived. This is a taste of what she had back home, the finery she deserved." It certainly does, at that. I have no trouble finding meals for myself among the rabble."

When the servant arrived, she took the glass without looking up. She raised it in a silent toast to her host before taking a sip.

Jack just inclines his head, not having a glass to toast with.

"So..." He begins, once they're alone again. "To get all the things I'm sure you'd like to ask out of the way without any bullshit dancing around the subject...yes, I'm mostly not-organic. Yes, I'm also pretty much fully anatomically correct. Yes, I can feel stuff. And no, I don't get tired from physical activity."

There's no sense in being coy about it, they both know what this is all about. And he knows what the usual questions are. Why not just lay it all out up front?

"Oh and I got electric tentacles that come outta my head. Just mentioning it cuz a lot of people are really into that."

Well, now. She usually did enjoy the dance but there's something to be said for getting straight to the point. She had chosen this dress for a reason, after all.

She laughs, raising an eyebrow. "Well, that does clear a few things up. Normally I'd scold you for being so presumptive, but what's the point? I can appreciate a man who doesn't waste time going for what he wants." She looks him over, "Electric tentacles. That's an interesting feature."

Jack holds up his hands with a chuckle.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say 'drink up and let's throw down right now' or anything, I just figured I'd save ya from sitting there wondering if I've got anything worthwhile in my pants or not. Eff-why-eye, it's very worthwhile."

He can never resist the opportunity to brag about his endowments. Some things are just worth bragging about.

"And yeah, they're how I feed. But I can do all kinds of stuff with'em. They're prehensile, I can control the voltage, hell I can jumpstart cars! That's not sexy, it's just really convenient. Honestly it's pretty friggin on the nose that I'm a robot - I built robots, back home. And advanced weapons and space stations and all kinds of other cool shit."

Handsome Jack enjoys bragging about everything. Especially when it comes to someone he wants to sleep with, he's always driven to show off and impress.

She echoes that chuckle. Crossing one set of legs, her skirts rise up enough to reveal that she's wearing high black boots with the sharpest heels she could find. She moves her shoulders, leaving forward ever so slightly to better show off her cleavage. The woman knows how to work it.

"I've never played with electricity much, but I don't generally trust people enough not to kill me. This world makes that a different matter entirely, though. I wasn't blessed with any useful parts beyond what you can see, but my silk can be rather fun to play with." She gestures with one hand, "Mind if I smoke?"

"Go right ahead! I'd join ya if I could. One of these days I'm gonna make a trade so I can be human every so often, just so I can indulge all those great vices I miss. Drinking, eating a good pizza, smoking, making out with tongues..."

There are some serious downsides to being a robot. All that fleshy fun...but the time will come. Jack's a patient man, good things require waiting and working hard for them.

But when you've got a woman like that across from you, the fleshy things can seem like a much bigger priority.

"But that's number three on the list! One was my castle. Two...well what good is a crown and a castle without a town to rule over? Then occasional humanity. And yeah! Yeah, I knew an arachne, could do some neat shit with silk! And honestly...most people don't even want me to do electric play with my tentacles, they usually just want me to use'em instead of the old hot rod."

Said with a gesture towards his groin.

Her lower arms unfold and she reaches into a carefully hidden pocket to extract a cigarette holder, metal cigarette case, and lighter. She fits a cigarette into the holder with practiced ease, taking it between her lips and lighting it. "I can understand that. I can't imagine not being able to indulge in my favorite vices."

She pulls from the cigarette, looking him over thoughtfully as she blows the smoke into the air. The thought that she's going to sleep with someone who is essentially a robot is an interesting one. It does lend itself to some interesting possibilities. Electricity, for example. It could be fun.

Tilting her head, she smirks at him, "You'll find I'm not most people. I can find pleasure in unconventional, often harsher, things."

"You and me both, sweetheart." One of Jack's mismatched eyes brightens with a quick flash - his version of a wink. His expression never changes, forever fixed in that pleased little smile, but he's adapted to expressing himself other ways.

"You uh...ever go co-hunting for foreplay? Or are you the watch and get worked up kinda woman?"

The lack of expression had the potential to be slightly unnerving, but her former boss was literally a robot controlled by a goldfish in a tank on its head. So, yeah.

She tilts her head, regarding him silently for a moment. Taking another drag on her cigarette, she blows out the smoke and smiles. "While there is something to be said for watching, I have been enjoying being more... Hands on... since I've gotten here."

"I mean I'm a guy who's up for pretty much anything, so...ya know. Lady's choice." Jack has very few hard nos, at least when it comes to the bedroom. Or wherever, semi-public sex is a big turn on for him.

"But I do find it fun to hit the town together, grab a snack...I eat energy so it's real easy to share."

She has very few, herself. Surprising for someone who gives the appearance of such a charming, old fashioned lady. She's been all over time. Little surprises her anymore.

Her smile widens. She takes another drag, eyes subtly glancing about for an ashtray. Seeing none, she taps the ashes onto the floor. "You have my interest. I haven't married those two appetites as of yet." Her smile turns dark and deadly. Bloodsport before sex? How fun. "I'm game."

"Fan-fucking-tastic!" Jack would grin widely if he could. "I knew there was something about you..."

Even from their brief conversation on the network. He's got a sixth sense for these things, a way of just honing in on his type of people. And also badass ladies that are down to bone.

"You have any favorite hunting grounds? I sort of just eat whoever's pissed me off the worst and most recently."

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