"Make me into an actress." Beatrice finally let out, knowing that the anticipation she had given the man would only aggravate him more if she kept on stalling. Not that it mattered. As soon as such utterance of nonsense managed to make of sense in his mind, his mood shifted to belittling her through amusement.
"Who might I ask is your dealer? I ought to purchase some of his product as it seems to be quite strong." He jested, his expression overturning from its once solemn state. Letting out a throaty chuckle, he expected her to follow suit, only to be denied such a pleasure as she appeared to remain completely earnest in her demand. Clearing his throat, an amused smirk welled from the creases of his face. Somehow making his features appear more handsome than would be intended when he wore a sinister emotion.
"Do you not understand why I jest?...By saying 'actress,' you are diminishing yourself to whore status. I don't think your foolish self completely thought your words through. Unless of course you have... then in which case I will grant you the opportunity of pleasuring men, however I truly doubt you will receive many clients as the trend now is gravitated more towards blond's than brunettes."
Disgusted by the man's interpretation of her words, she winced, finding the manner in which he spoke to be quite belittling towards her character.
"Stop with your nonsense. Your definition of an 'actress' is not what I'm basing my desires on. If anything I simply wish to become big through theatrical means."
His expression lightened, at last understanding her purpose for pitching such a ridiculous want instead of quietly accepting basic compensation. Pausing to observe her through startled eyes, his expressions caught up with his emotions, allowing himself to produce a throaty chuckle from her odd naivety. He could care less if she became offended by him, it had been a long time since he was able to genuinely contain his laughter, this was a moment of relish.
Speaking out through his fit, words of great amusement taunted her. "What makes you so special? Your rise to fame is what's between your legs. Theatrical means? You've got to be shitting me?"
Biting her tongue to keep words of insult from spilling, she let him laugh at her, knowing full well that it was quite nonsensical for a woman of her age to still obtain such illusions even with all she has been through. Nonetheless, it was attainable. Before she would have never thought to bring up such a notion to a man so greatly entangled with the Hollywood Industry. Now however, now that she had dirt that loomed over one of the most wealthiest men in all of Hollywood History, she was allowed to obtain what would be unattainable.
Staring at the still gasping man, she made her sincerity known, displaying it like a canvas that had still yet to be filled with its own decorum. Once his chuckling has ceased, his eyes eased at her sincerity, almost as if he was willing to grant her an opportunity. Moving forward at his gesture, she held hope that was slowly extracted through the words that followed.
"This is a pleasure house, Lady. Men pick and choose through a blatant menu broadcasted throughout the nation, how do you think my business would survive if all I gave men a glimpse of their fantasy?"
Dropping her façade, she unshackled any restrained emotion that was kept in the depths of her consciousness. Angered by the words that so easily rotted out of the man's mouth.