Evette smiles with a naughty twinkle to her eye. "Then we shall not write it down." She was a keeper of secrets, after all. What was one more? Evette prepairs two test tubes of Indigo. She pours in two clear liquids and then a few drops of something blue from a vial that was hidden amoung the Madame's many necklaces. The mixture has a ghostly glow to it. Evette takes one of the vials and offers it to Sinestro, the other she takes in her own hand. She hops up on the counter next to him, crossing her legs that go on for miles. Evette holds up her tube in a toast. "Salut!" She pauses, her eyes on him for a long moment before she downs her own vial. Evette sucks at the last drop from the glass and licks her lips delicately. It had an almost floral taste to it, if flowers were made from chemicals that is...

Sinestro took the vial offered to him, looking at the liquid for a moment before raising his glass along with her. Whatever was set to happen, he supposed there was no use wondering about it at that moment. Seemed a little late to be caring about that kind of thing. In any case, he smiled, watching her drink hers before taking a gulp of his. It wasn't exactly the most delicious thing he'd had, but nor was it the worst. Humans, he had found, had very strange taste buds.

At least this one wasn't horrible. Strange, for a medicine. Most form his planet hadn't been the most appealing of items to consume. Maybe it was just by accident that it happened to be okay. In any case, it was soon finished off, the red-skinned alien setting the glass back on the table.

"How long before this starts to kick in?" He asked, before a slight smile moved over his face. " Were you feeling sore, or did you just feel like taking some with me?"

"It will not be long Misieur Sinestro." Evette says gently. She sets aside her own vial and her eyes flutter to the clock against the far wall. "I am stiff, more than anything, at present. But nor do I ever let a guest drink alone." she winks playfully at him again. A reminder that though Evette was indeed business minded, she was very personable at the same time. Before long Singestro would feel the first effects of Indigo... his lips, mouth, throat... all would start to feel a gentle tingling and then nothing. A gentle numbness that would wash over his whole body. Evette has dosed him in the mid range, meaning that his aching will go away but he will not loose his senses completely. He will, however, feel a bit fuzzy. As the drug kicks in its effect becomes clear in Evette's face. Her usually haze eyes begin to shift until they are a blue so pale they look nearly white. Of course, Evette takes this stuf regularly so it is already in her system. Such a dose will not cause the violent pyshical reaction in Sinestro... but something else might happen given that he is not human.

Sinestro nodded. Farbeit for him to call her a liar. Anyway, there was something nice in knowing he wouldn't have to deal with whatever would happen to him on his own. Even if she was far more used to the effects of the drug than he happened to be, it was still somewhat comforting.

He was fairly quiet as the chemicals started to kick in, the man mildly surprised by the tingling sensation around his mouth and throat. But it didn't seem to last long, the man soonfeeling more like normal again. And then... less like normal. It wasn't right away, but soon he was feeling the pains in his back ebb away, nothing but a pleasing numbness running throughout his system. He felt... rather good, all things considered. Better than usual, in fact, even with his ring given him a boost in power.

"Not a bad feeling," he said to Evette, noticing the change of her eyes. Though his eyes often changed color themselves, they were not connected to things in his body. Rather, the rings he wore seemed to denote the color of his eyes at times, raging will power making them a bright green instead of the regular yellow. Not that yellow had been the color of his eyes from the start- the influence of the yellow entity had changed them before anything else.

"I can see why you like this drug," he informed her, getting up from his seat to stretch out his limbs. They seemed in better shape than he would have thought. How could he feel so good? Had there been pains in his body he hadn't even been aware of before they were taken away? Something was at work.

He felt like he could do anything.

Evette smiles at the challenge. She turns on spot and walks towards Sinestro slowly. Her now pale eyes lock into his and her lucious lips twist into a smile. "That is easy. The right music, some light, costume, makeup..." Evette stretches her hands to indicate to the stage. "You'd be surprised what one can do with a little vision, Monseiur Sinestro. And the mere will to forge it into existance." she smiled knowingly. "Women, we make our own magic. And those that are old like me?" she winks "We have tricks that work better than most."

"Will it, hm? Doesn't sound very magical to me," he looked towards the stage. He used his ring to create several people over the performance area, The green women danced to music that didn't exist, working their bodies expertly despite coming from the ring of a man who didn't like to dance. they were all highly detailed constructs. With the exception of them being green and slightly transparent, they could have passed for completely human.

He smiled faintly to himself, before looking down at her once more.

"I suppose this place will have a little something for everyone, then, if you have everything so well planned. I'm sure those tricks of yours will come in handy as well."

"Imagination, Misieur. And Faith." Evette watches the specters with an amused sort of expression. "I do try my best." She says almost dreamily. "I'm very particular about my girls. I am, as it happens, a foremost expert on beautiful creatures if I do say so myself. I select them. Teach them. Work with them. We become very..." she chuckles a little, almost to herself "close..." Evette saunters over to some equipment and fiddles with it. Some music starts to come over the speakers. It isn't what one might expect though. It isn't loud club music. It's more blusey with a twist of smooth jazz and all French cabaret style. It's slick and sexy with distinct, emotional instruments. Another switch dims the lights, leaving only coloured, patterened lights moving across the surfaces. Many surfaces in Little Death have mirrors which catch such a light, making twinkles of light and glistening pools of black. The high celings are partially decoarted, archways being built along one side. As she makes her way back to the floor she brings a chair with her, setting it into the center. Amoung the almost ghostly dancing figures Evette is statuesque. Rather than placing the chair down and sitting on it, however, Evette takes the oppotunity to continue her little demonstration. Once it hits the floor Evette is moving, doing a sort of cartwheel over the seat and sliding onto the floor into a perfect split. She moves easily and in a way that is just a bit faster than should be possible. Her figure seems as light as a feather. Evette does not do this halfway- indeed her very lips touch the floor before she sits back up again. "I do enjoy the turn modern cabaret has taken. Even here in America. It has become so.. spirited." her mouth almost caresses the last word.

Sinestro's pointed ears literally twitched when the music came on, his hearing by far his most sensitive sense. It was far more advanced than that of a human's, though normally it wasn't so noticable to him. But he didn't complain, simply watching as she set the scene around her. If he was honest, he was a bit surprised by what he was seeing, if only because it wasn't what he had been expecting. Not that he had expecting much at all, given that he had never been to any kind of club before. Well, not that wasn't on business, Anyway. He had been to many seedy places while looking for information or certain individuals, even on earth.

This place, however, wasn't that shady at all. It actually looked like a rather nice place, even though it seemed like a joint the lesser beings would enjoy more. Perhaps the merging of two different worlds was what he was after. Was it part of that whole magic kind of thing? It was difficult for him to say with certainty, though whatever the case he wasn't displeased with what he was seeing.

She had talent with her choice of profession, just like he did with his own.

"It's all new to me," Sinestro chuckled when she delighted in her cabaret, "I do not know much about human recreational establishments, though this does strike a similar cord to some other places I've been to throughout the universe. However, this place seems... classier." He moved himself to the stage to join her, flipping himself up to where she was, without getting close enough to ruin her fun. "How much is there still left to build? I could finish this place in a few minutes."

She explained the chemical some more, though Sinestro didn't bite. While he was enjoying himself with the time he had spent under the influence of her chemical, he imagined he wouldn't want to spend too much time playing around with it. She was right- it was something that could easily be used in access if one didn't have the will power to know when to stop. He could see humans growing easily addicted to it, just like his own people had grown addicted to the various drugs his father used to bring into their society. It was all a bit of a jumble, whether he should like or dislike what she had offered him.

In the end, though, he decided it was probably just best to leave it as a one time wonder. Possibly two, should he ever find himself in real potent pain further down the line. At least the decline didn't sound like it was going to be like running into a wall. A slow return to normal sounded just right for him. Letting her touch the scar, he stayed put, not so much as twitching against her finger. It was not something he was used to, but he wasn't the type to back away.

Sinestro watched her, his brilliant yellow eyes focused on her white ones. "You may ask," he told her, "I suppose it's only fair, given how much information you have shared with me." He had to wonder what she would want to know from him, however. It was almost exciting to wait for the question to come. Almost. Normally, Sinestro was not one for sharing, or telling people anything on a personal level. However, she really had told him a lot more about herself than he had been willing to share with her, so maybe he owed her at least one question, whatever it would turn out to be.

Evette pauses for a moment, still very close to Sinestro from inspecting his back. "In the place that you come from... what is the most beautiful thing?" She asks this question with all due seriousness. But if you only had one question why not make it this one? She wanted to know about Sinestro... and about his home. This would serve to do both. What a man treasures, after all, tells you a little about his soul. At leat that is how Evette sees it. But as she has also stated earlier... she considers beauty to be part of her profession. She wishes to learn about it in all of its forms.

Sinestro frowned. "I don't know how to answer that," he admitted after a moment, "what I consider the most beautiful things does not come from my planet, technically. But my home world does have many amazing things to it. Plants and buildings your world has never seen, in colors my ring cannot replicate," His ring produced images of various strange a beautiful plants and buildings, all from his home planet.They were fine and dandy- he believe them to be more beautiful than anything on earth. But the most beautiful thing? They weren't really up to par with what was on his mind. Sighing softly, he let the images fade, looking down at her once more.

"The most beautiful thing from my planet is my daughter, Soranik. I suppose that might sound a little vain, being that she shares my DNA, but her beauty does not come from my side of the gene pool." He chuckled faintly. No, he didn't consider himself a beauty in any sense of the word- it just wasn't manly enough for him to use on himself. Maybe she was asking him about a more superficial kind of beauty, however.

"I have seen many wonderful and amazing things in my travels through space. I have seen the core of life itself- the center of everything. But there are different forms of beauty, I suppose. From awe-inspiring, to the things that make your heart content. Most sights do not offer me that feeling, no matter how beautiful."

Evette chuckles lightly, moving to the control panel to switch the house lights back on again. She lets the music stay on low. "I do not worry about being contrary, Monsier Sinestro. But yes, perhaps something else." she leans idly against the wall a bit, almost affectionately caressing part of it. "Did you have something in mind?" She looks to him with her wildly pale eyes, her intensions sweet even if her look is a little fierce.

Thoughtful for a moment, Sinestro shrugged his shoulders. "It might come as a shock, but I'm not entirely used to being in conversation with someone else. I'm not really sure what to talk about." He imagined she wasn't going to be that surprised- he had never really given the impression that he was a friendly, talkative. Curious, perhaps, but only for knowledge. He could always take things back in the direction of science, he supposed.

He looked at her, tilting his head to one side. "Do you plan on selling these chemicals if you get them sorted out? Marketing them to human beings? I wonder what we're really doing this research for. You mentioned you like big pictures. What is your ultimate goal here? Is it merely coming to understand what's at play inside of you?"

Evette chuckles lightly "You underestimate yourself Miseiur, you are doing fine." She makes her way to the chair she set out earlier, sitting in it leisurely. Though her body is utterly relaxed under the effects of the drug her posture is still stict in the corset. "What I do with them will very much depend on the state of the world when I am ready to share them. For now, however, the goal is simply to understand. That is complicated enough at preset" Evette was the only being quite like herself... and it was a lonely existance. She could not replicate the process- preserve anyone she loved quite the same way. Even if she could... ethicaly would she? It was difficult to say. For one so in love with love it was hard to say just what exactly would move the Madame in time

"I see," Sinestro replied. She seemed like a business-minded sort, but he didn't think she was lying about her goals. She also seemed like a sensible sort. Someone who wouldn't do something simply for the money to be gained from it. Maybe he was thinking too highly of someone he had just met, but he supposed it wouldn't be the end of the world to give her the benefit of the doubt. Why not? He was enjoying his conversation with her. Perhaps he would even consider her a friend at some point. Perhaps, but probably not.

He was a bit a stiff when it came to stuff like that. 'Friendship' was too close to love.

He sighed, standing with his hands behind his back. He always managed to keep himself looking formal and ready for work, even when he was taking a bit of a break from his work, as he was with her. Even the effects of her drugs didn't seem enough to break him from his learned habits.

"You mentioned you got close to your female dancers," he remarked absently after a moment, "are you one of those humans who prefers the company of females to men? A lesbian, I believe they are called, though on my planet such things are not labeled." Another blunt question, maybe, but he had been curious since she had mentioned it.