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Just a Favour, for a Damsel [Sherlock x Reader] 9

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Published: Jan 23, 2015

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Chapter 9: The Party

        Gossip of Alexandre’s celebratory party was travelling fast through the criminal channels; it would be a perfect time to infiltrate and get to know more about him. Despite what Mycroft had said Sherlock was going to this party.

        He took a quick shower and got changed into a new clean suit, picking up your card and rereading it, lucky enough, there was an address on the back, your little dungeon of secrets.

        Back at the party, there were a fair few people there, some people you recognized having a woman on each arm and expensive clothing. Even some of your previous ‘clients’ were there, Alex didn’t mind since they were… not exactly your type, but a job is a job and some idiots are willing to pay you for you to look pretty and beat them. Looking around with a drink in your hand, possibly looking for some lonely soul to talk to, you noticed it hadn’t taken long before Alexandre had begun his flirtatious speeches with some female guests.

        Having a taxi called for him by the hotel, Sherlock got in and handed the card to the driver who read it and then handed it back, smirking and speaking “Ah, English, yes?” he asked, glancing in his car mirror back at the detective.

        Sherlock acknowledged, not saying much more.

        The driver, on the other hand, spoke again “Looking for some domination, eh?” he laughed, “Well you’re going to the right place, I heard she has one of those- uh” he clicked his fingers, struggling to find the translation.

        Sherlock sighed and suggested “Dungeons?”

        The cab driver smirked and nodded “Yes, yes, dungeons”

        Back at the party, Alexandre wandered over to you with a new woman on his arm, eager to introduce you and possibly twist your arm into hiring a co-dominatrix, although you doubted that she even knew what the job description required, “(Your Name)” he called as you watched his approach, rising a brow at his friend “This is Dominique” he introduced her.

        You sighed and gave her the once over before pulling a strained smile “Hi” then walking passed them and heading towards the doors where one of the guards were checking the incoming guests and making sure they were invited, you stood idly near the door, alone and sipping your drink.

        The ride to the address stated on the back of the card, was tiring, the driver had kept talking about ‘Lady Muraya’ and what he’s heard from others of things she does.

        The detective couldn’t wait to get out, handing him some money and telling him to keep the change. There was a small queue of people waiting to get into the place, which was rather big, bigger than he’d expected. There was no way he could get in any other way but the door which was guarded, but worth a try. He stood in line, patiently waiting until it was his turn.

        “Nom?” the guard asked in French and the Detective responded “Uh, Holmes. Sherlock Holmes” the fellow scrolled down the list with his finger, “You’re not on the list” he signalled the other fellow aside him.

        “Damien, get rid of this joker” the guy agreed, smirking and grabbing the Detective.

        Hearing that name from the door, your eyes lit up and you hurried and looked out, yelling “Wait!”

        Damien, the other guard, stopped and looked back at you.

        “He’s my guest” you smirked towards the Detective.

        The guard let go of Sherlock’s suit and huffed, just when it was going to get fun.