The Hellfire Club, Emma's New York, Friday Evening.

[icecoldfrost]

The message had only said that Jack required distraction, and so Emma had gotten them seats for the most distracting thing available: The Annual New York After-Dark Burlesque Review, hosted at - of course - The Hellfire Club. Because if you were going for decadence, you needed the perfect backdrop.

This wasn't the usual 'gentleman's club' section of the Club, either. New York's finest burlesque artists (and visual artists) were the ones throwing this party; meaning it was utterly gorgeous and equal oggle-tunity for everyone, no matter your personal tastes.

[OOC: For one & SP]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack raised his eyebrows slightly as they came through the door. "You never do things halfway, do you, Ems?"

The truth was this was what he'd needed. Something so far from Fandom that he could pretend none of the horror of the dungeon had been real.