Phedre Delaunay

Phedre liked Hannibal Lecter very much. First, he'd been a good client -- respectful, enjoyable, interesting. And then once he'd apparently gotten even more interested in her brain than her body, their relationship had shifted. He still paid her by the hour, and the same amount, but they didn't always have sex. Sometimes they just talked, and at some point she'd realized that he was using her as a therapist. Which honestly was a fascinating role for her to play, and she quite liked it -- not to mention that she was flattered he thought her so good at it, given her lack of training.

It had been something else to learn about the existence of vampires, though. But Phedre had always been very good at taking things in stride.

She tended to prepare for sessions with him the same she did for anyone else, and even though it had been somewhat less lately since he'd fallen in love, she was always prepared for the chance they fooled around after he was done baring his soul. Or very occasionally, during.

She also knew by now what he liked, and so when she opened the door to her bedroom (which also had two quite comfortable chairs set up in a familiar corner) she was wearing a chic pencil dress and high heels. Also she smelled nice.

"Hello, Hannibal," she said pleasantly as he stopped inside.

While Hannibal was gone, Phedre went and spoke to Alcuin. He was in and out of consciousness, though it seemed not to be the injury but more whatever pain medication House had given him. He'd said something about Willy, and Phedre was certain that Hannibal wasn't going to send word to him, so after she left she went over to the inn herself.

It was evening by then, and Willy was easy to find. She ordered a glass of wine out of politeness to the establishment, so that she could wait until his song was over. It wasn't as if there was a rush at this point.

Phedre liked Greg. He was a good doctor, and also when they were together he treated her well. Surprisingly sweet. He didn't exactly make her toes curl, but then, few people did. Especially without pain.

But also she was awfully interested in whoever he might bring in. Because it wasn't as if he had many friends, to her knowledge. She took John's hand and led him down a hallway and into a bedroom. A quite normal bedroom really, not one of her usuals with all the bondage gear. Instead it had an awfully plush bed. And a number of thins hidden away in drawers, of course.

"Will this do?" asked Phedre with a smiled, and drew a finger down his chest.