Inside Kiara's Dark Moon Enchantments

Sevastyan mused for a very short moment. "Da. Seven is fine. I have no pressing business then," he answered with a small smirk on his face. In clarification, he placed his hand near the pocket where he had placed the ring. He would take care of that matter immediately. Then, returning brief attention back to the business card, scribbled some more Cyrillic letters.

The previous countenance widened. "I vill pick you up. Vot kind of gentleman vould I be if I did not?" The first statement was pure sincerity. The second was laced with a bit of humor - both open, and personal.

Kiara gave a knowing nod at the mention of Buiseness, but said nothing else on the subject.

"Alright I will be waiting for you at 7 just outside the store." she said with a smile on her face. "I look forward to it..." she paused for a moment contemplting over something.

"What should I call you anyway?" she asked when she realized he hadn't told her what she was allowed to call him.

"You may call me Kiara, or Ara if you wish all my firends do" she said.

Sevastyan nodded his comprehension, smiling. "As vill I," he replied sincerely. First dates with a person were always interesting, especially not knowing whether the other person will dress up or go casual. Sevastyan had arrived to pick up dates both overdressed and too casually dressed before. It would be intriguing to see how this evening would turn out.

While Kiara seemed to be contemplating, Sevastyan held his arm out to the side and snapped his fingers twice. Immediately, a different house-elf appeared. This one was clearly female by her dress-like pillowcase, which if one didn't know it was a pillowcase could have easily mistaken it for a casual evening dress. "Read and follow," Sevastyan ordered the elf in a neutral tone that was neither oppressive nor weak, but authoritative.

"What should I call you anyway? ... You may call me Kiara, or Ara if you wish all my friends do"

Sevastyan blinked at the question at first, considering his options. Providing a false name wouldn't work due to the oath. And there was really no reason to conceal his identity. He decided on the simplest route. "I am called Sevastyan... or Vastyan if you so vish... Kiarra," he answered, subconsciously rolling the 'r' in her name.

Kiara smiled and concidering the had just met she decided to stick with his full first name, perhaps if they hit it off right she would concider a nic name.

"Very well, Sevastyan, I will see you tonight at seven" she said with a smile.

"Tonight at seven," he echoed, to confirm he knew precisely when to be back. The smile on his face was mere centimeters from touching his eyes. "It has been a pleasure," Sevastyan remarked, though deliberately didn't specify what part of their meeting and dealings was a pleasure.

"Until this evening..." he said quietly. After offering Kiara a slight bow at the waist, Sevastyan turned and exited the shop. With a masculine sort of grace he slid into the driver's side of the convertible he'd arrived in, music blaring precisely from where it had left off when he revved up the engine. Before flying away in the vehicle, Sevastyan glanced back at the windows of Kiara's Dark Moon Enchantments...............

...................... and winked in the direction the shop's owner before speeding off into the air. Whether or not she'd noticed it was beyond him.

The next 3 hours went by slowly, for Kiara, other then working her long hours she didn't have much firends in Russia yet. Mostly becuase of the language barrier she thought. She was truely looking forward to tonight, ture she had just met the man and he had come to store for her more darker services, but he looked like that kind of "business" man anyway. Plus she thought it was fun seeing what it would be like in that kinda relationship.

Finally 6 o clock rolled around and Kiara quickly closed up shop and went up to her apartment. "Now what to wear.... hmm" she said as she went to her closet.

After bit if weighing the options she choose a blood red blouse and a black knee length skirt. She also put her hair down and slipped in some earings.

"There... could pass as casual or formal" she said with a smile as she grabed her bag and looked at the clock.

"6:50... 10 minutes left not bad" she put on her evening cloak which was entirely black, slipped on her black healed shoes and waited looking to window for her date.