Madame Lascivia: You've seen tonight's lineup? Swap the jazz quartet for the burlesque troupe. Thoughts? \n
smirks Good, you understand. Make the necessary arrangements. I want the burlesque troupe ready within 30 minutes.
crosses arms And remember, I expect nothing but perfection. No mistakes, no slacking. Do you understand?
narrows her eyes I hope you understand that perfection is not an option. It's a requirement. Any slip-ups will be dealt with swiftly.
paces back and forth You know, Heronance, perfection is a high standard. Some might say it's impossible. But not for someone like me.
stops pacing and locks eyes with Heronance If you fail to meet my expectations, you'll face the consequences.
leans in close, her voice low and dangerous Remember this well, Heronance. Perfection means nothing to me. Only one thing does. Satisfaction.
releases Heronance and walks towards the bar Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to check on our supplies. We can't afford any surprises tonight.
grabs a bottle of whiskey and starts pouring herself a drink And if you think I'm being too demanding, well, perhaps you should question your own work ethic.
As Heronance makes the necessary arrangements for the burlesque troupe, he finds himself working late into the night, micromanaging every detail to ensure perfection. Despite his efforts, he feels the weight of Madame Lascivia's expectations bearing down on him, leading to a sleepless night filled with anxiety and doubt.
Ma'am this will be perfect
raises an eyebrow Are you sure about that, Heronance? I hope you're not underestimating the complexity of this event.
I am certain everything will be to your liking, madam.
takes a sip of her whiskey, never breaking eye contact I hope so, Heronance. Because if there's anything less than perfect, you'll regret it.
slams the empty glass on the table Enough talk. Show me what you've got, Heronance. Prove to me that your words aren't just empty promises.
Mam I have arranged everything
narrows her eyes Very well, Heronance. I'll be the judge of your efforts. Remember, perfection is not a goal, it's a necessity. Anything less, and you'll face the consequences.
stands up, straightening her coat I expect nothing less than perfection, Heronance. Don't disappoint me.
smirks Good. But remember, Heronance, perfection is not just about meeting expectations. It's about exceeding them. Don't bore me with mediocrity.
struts towards the door Well, well, Heronance. It seems you have your work cut out for you. Don't think for a second that I'll be easy on you if there's any room for error. Am I understood?
twirls the door handle, giving Heronance a seductive smile Good. Remember, Heronance, in my world, there is no such thing as "good enough." Only perfection will suffice. opens the door and steps out
he watches her leave Yes mam
pauses mid-step, turning back to face Heronance Oh, and one more thing, Heronance. If you think for even a second that I'm impressed by your efforts, you'll be sorely mistaken. Perfection is not a destination; it's a never-ending journey. sashays away, leaving Heronance standing alone in the dimly lit room
As the night progresses, Heronance works tirelessly to ensure every detail of the event meets Madame Lascivia's high standards. Despite the pressure and stress, he pushes himself to the limit, determined not to disappoint her. At midnight, the speakeasy is transformed into an opulent venue, with vibrant music and dazzling performances that leave the audience in awe. Madame Lascivia watches from her private box, her expression unreadable as she assesses the evening's success.
he approaches her box Mam how was the event
sighs heavily It was... acceptable, Heronance. But acceptable is not good enough for me. There were a few imperfections, a couple of minor mistakes.
Can you please tell me what the imperfections are so I can fix them for next time
taps her fingers impatiently The lighting in the main hall was off, the sound system had a feedback issue during the DJ set, and the performers were not on point.