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Fashion porn.

That's what it felt like to Brooke whenever she entered Lanvin's New York flagship store. Everywhere around her there was just fashion. The young woman reveled in it, her high heeled basic black Prada pumps digging into the plush zebra-striped rugs as she slowly walked around the three-story shop. She wasn't looking for anything specific, mind. It was simply that the weekend had come and as per Brooke's agreement with Rachel, weekends could be spent in the city, at Brooke's own apartment, doing whatsoever she pleased.

This usually included shopping, with Brooke's maid Sharona accompanying her with all of Brooke's necessities for the day.

Brooke's raspberry-lacquered lips curved into a triumphant smile as she came across a sleeveless white blouse with a cute little bow-tie collar. She reached up and touched the tie on her own peach coloured sleeveless blouse - a Lanvin creation itself - and snapped her fingers. The blouse, she decided, would pair beautifully with the black textured pencil skirt that she'd just picked up at Opening Ceremony. Sharona reached out to pluck the blouse from where it hung - there was only one left in Brooke's size - when another woman reached out and grabbed the same size, giving Brooke a particularly catty grin as she did so.

Brooke recognized the girl immediately. Candida Archer. She'd been a former student at the Spence School, one of Woodbridge-Robillard's chief competitors and a girl that Brooke had particularly despised for a perceived slight done to her at her debutante ball.

Wordlessly, Brooke gave Candida that look. One which she'd perfected in high school, but one which she hadn't yet gained the ability to add her empathic powers to back then. Today, that was no longer the case. Brooke raised her chin ever so slightly, and her eyes narrowed just a little. She stood a little more taller, maintaining eye contact with Candida as she effortlessly manipulated the other girl into terror and subservience. The blouse was hers and Candida inexplicably felt inferior to Brooke. She rushed past the empath and out onto Madison Avenue.

Triumphant, Brooke handed the blouse to Sharona, who was already saddled with many other clothes that Brooke was purchasing from the shop that day. As she made her way to her favorite salesperson to make her purchases, Brooke faltered just a little bit. This is what Rachel was telling her about, what Rachel was warning her about.

A sociopath. Manipulating a girl's emotions for a blouse.

She froze for a moment as something akin to guilt started wriggling its way into her heart. No. She suppressed those feelings. It was the last blouse in my size. I was absolutely justified.

Still, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that it was true, somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that it wasn't.

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Quite a bit shorter. Brooke was generally about five feet six inches tall, though the four inch stilettos she tended to wear helped round her up to a nice five feet ten.

"I don't, no," Brooke said, pleased. The easiest way into Brooke's good graces was to stroke her ego, after all. "Though maybe you've seen me in the society pages? I'm Brooke Wyngarde," she said, extending her hand so that he could kiss it.

And kiss her hand, Alexander did. He had class, after all.

"My name is Alexander Aaron. And if you don't model, you should. A wise man would thank the gods to have a muse half as beautiful as you, Brooke Wyngarde." Alexander said.

"Yes, that's where I've seen you. You're a very important woman." Alexander said smoothly. He hadn't seen the society pages at all but if she said she was in them, he would verify it later.

"Has such a wise man claimed you for his muse?" Alexander asked.

"A muse? No." Though there were many designers whose shops she'd frequented who should have considered doing so, given the business she'd bestowed upon them. When she'd ruled Woodbridge-Robillard, she'd been something of a trendsetter.

Maybe not as much of a trendsetter as Roxie Danvers, but trendsetter enough for the girls who had class.

"Perhaps most designers find me intimidating."

"Intimidating? I don't quite get that vibe from you. You're determined. I think you know what you want and you take it, because that is the only way to get what you want in life. Some would call you heartless or self-absorbed, but those are people who haven't reached your level." Alexander said.

"I happen to be a designer. I'm in the process of starting my own label and I am wise enough to know a muse when I see one. Perhaps you'll favor me with a bit of your time and consider modeling for me?" Alexander asked.

"I would love to get you into something that shows who you are, both inside and out." he said. He still hadn't let go of her hand, holding it a moment as he felt her skin.

And in that moment, Brooke's visage was replaced with a vision.

Not now, but the future. Two thrones. Alexander sat upon one throne, looking down at the humans who had come to page them homage. As they should. His queen and dark priestess deserved such tribute. It was her birthright and his. The humans departed and now the gods themselves came before them, offering allegiance. Even Zeus himself bend the knee, understanding that Phobos time had come.

But there were those who stood against them, who dared to speak against the King and Queen of New Olympus and Phobos raised his hand to smite them...until /she/ stopped him.

"No, Phobos. I will handle this."

And Brooke Wyngarde rose from her throne and placed the terror of Hades in the heart of their leader, who fell to the ground weeping in agony. She forced the others to love them, molding their hearts as though they were clay and forcing them to their knees in worship. When the last of the resistance faded, Brooke smiled at him and returned to her seat at his side.

The God of Fear returned the smile of his priestess and looked out at their legions of worshippers. And he said that it was good.

The vision ended as abruptly as it started and Alex looked at Brooke again with new eyes.

"Yes, I think you would make an excellent muse, Brooke Wyngarde." Phobos said, offering her a genuine smile.

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If it was a vision that Brooke had seen, she would have loved it beyond anything. Beyond everything. Her mother had been grooming her to be queen since she was a child - sure, it was to be queen of all of the united Hellfire Clubs, but if she could ascend to something more...

Brooke blinked. She'd sensed a shift somewhere within him - what it was, she couldn't put her finger on. Her powers weren't quite so fine tuned. But my, when he turned that smile onto her...

"This certainly isn't where I saw my day heading," she said lightly. She wasn't complaining, though.

"Nor I, Brooke." Alexander said. "Nor I."

That vision held tightly to Alexander's mind. Could this woman possibly understand him? Even Roxanne didn't understand what it was to sense the fears of those around her. Alexander had sensed them for so long that he considered them part of the landscape of his life. And now this woman could someday learn to do the same in his name?

Not only that...but his Grandfather and all of Olympus would kneel before him in acknowledgement of his greatness? In that moment, Alexander Aaron made a decision. He had to know more about Brooke Wyngarde.

"Will you allow me to try to throw another twist into your day? I'd like to take you to dinner so that we can talk a bit more. Your help with the shopping has been invaluable and an artist should know more about his muse if he's to work with her, should he not?"

This didn't usually happen to Brooke. Guys didn't usually ask her out. Not like this.

"I'll have to dismiss my maid," Brooke said. "And clear a few things from my schedule," because it was good to seem as though one had an incredibly busy life, right? "But I think I should be able to manage dinner, after having been given the chance to freshen up." And find a dress that would knock the socks off of this Alexander Aaron person.

Alexander nodded. She'd brought her maid. He needed to invest in a minion or a manservant as well as a few other things to keep the whole appearance of being "human". Humans didn't take well to those with differences. He'd learned all he needed to know watching the issues most humans had with mutants.

"That's just fine. Here is my card." Alexander said, giving Brooke his gold-embossed business card with his number on it.

"Call me once you're free and we'll go. I'll take the remaining time to fashion myself into something worthy of a muse." he grinned.

Generally, Brooke dragged Sharona everywhere with her. Except the Xavier Institute, and that's only because Rachel and entirely forbidden it.

Brooke accepted the card and brandished one of her own - thick, creamy white cardstock with deep scarlet lettering. The card itself carried a light scent of vanilla and berries - pure and luscious. Nothing like Brooke herself in some areas, but she liked the image of purity that it tended to evoke.

"My address is on there," she said pleasantly. "So you know where to direct your town car to."

Alexander couldn't help the smile that pulled at the corners of his lips. Town car. How quaint! Driving had to be the single slowest method of transportation in the world and he didn't know how humans contented themselves with it. Teleportation was far more efficient.

Oh, yes. That's right. Something about maintaining a human seeming.

He inhaled the scent of the card gently and nodded. "Thank you. I'm sure my...driver will find the place with no trouble." he said. "For now, though, I should pay for these and bid you farewell."

When the attendant finally saw him, he simply handed her the garments and directed her on who to charge them to.

"Wait...is that your maid?" he asked, pointing to Sharona.

If Brooke looked,she would note Sharona's wide-eyed expression and the last thing she would hear is "See you tonight, Brooke."

Alexander would be gone when she turned around.

Brooke turned back to where Alexander had been to see him...gone.

Weird.

She turned back to Sharona, who still stared wide-eyed at the place where Alexander had just been standing.

Maybe he'd gone to the men's section of the store, Brooke thought. To get something to wear that night.

Whatever the case, Brooke had work to do. She tugged Sharona by the arm and led her out of the store, cancelling the rest of her shopping plans.

After all, she had a date tonight.

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