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Re: A Wicked Age Undreamed Of
The fair haired Zamoran girl was much like a charmed snake under Hebeny's beguiling gaze. She stared at the Stygian, her lips slightly agape as she listened to her words. She smiled, more bashfully than perhaps she had meant to when Hebeny chided her for suggesting she wasn't a dancer already. The hands upon her flesh, drew tiny, wordless enunciations from her as she shook her dirty blonde locks from side to side.
"O-of course not, my lady. I am sure you are an amazing dancer, but you seem more - noble of bearing."
The girl leaned against the stone wall of the estate while Hebeny drew back to give her impromptu performance. It was not only the one whore who watched her, but her dusky skinned friend, Jann, Danya, the two guards, and even the older ugly man who hung around the entrance. Some whistles from the market stalls indicated that the audience had drawn the attention of other men behind as well. When she was done, Hebeny received a mild applause and knowing grins.
The girl in front of her was now absolutely entranced, and was blushing as Hebeny performed her coin trick with aplomb to get the girl's honest opinion.
"Flattery and truth will be the same for you then, my lady," the Zamoran said, moving to take the coin and then smirking helplessly as Hebeny teased her with it. She leaned back against the wall and continued.
"Doban Korr prides himself on surrounding these halls with the exotic and the beautiful. And you are certainly both. The girls who dance for him now are practiced, but you are naturally graceful and if you know a routine, you could easily draw his eye."
When Hebeny gave her the kiss and relinquished the coin, the girl happily returned the affection, and having been already paid, she was more than eager to continue the playfulness for as long as the priestess wanted.
"My name is Svitlana," she breathed. "And what may I call you?" she asked, putting an arm around Hebeny's back and running her other hand through the Stygian's dark, raven hair. Then, regardless of whether Hebeny offered her name, Svitlana would glance over her shoulder towards the entrance, then whisper in Hebeny's ear.
"I do not know if it is what you're interested in, but you come to the Night Bazaar at an odd time. The Cold Brotherhood has raised Doban Korr to his current state as Paymaster. For that favor, they are given special treatment within these walls, so take great care not to draw their attention, for their word is law here. The Master is greatly displeased about this. I have heard him say so while he was out of their earshot. Now that he has attained his position of power, he no longer wants these upstarts to have a hold on him or his business. Tensions between Korr's personal guard and the Brotherhood have never been higher, even though he still pays lipservice to them and acquires girls for their... needs."
The fair haired Zamoran girl was much like a charmed snake under Hebeny's beguiling gaze. She stared at the Stygian, her lips slightly agape as she listened to her words. She smiled, more bashfully than perhaps she had meant to when Hebeny chided her for suggesting she wasn't a dancer already. The hands upon her flesh, drew tiny, wordless enunciations from her as she shook her dirty blonde locks from side to side.
"O-of course not, my lady. I am sure you are an amazing dancer, but you seem more - noble of bearing."
The girl leaned against the stone wall of the estate while Hebeny drew back to give her impromptu performance. It was not only the one whore who watched her, but her dusky skinned friend, Jann, Danya, the two guards, and even the older ugly man who hung around the entrance. Some whistles from the market stalls indicated that the audience had drawn the attention of other men behind as well. When she was done, Hebeny received a mild applause and knowing grins.
The girl in front of her was now absolutely entranced, and was blushing as Hebeny performed her coin trick with aplomb to get the girl's honest opinion.
"Flattery and truth will be the same for you then, my lady," the Zamoran said, moving to take the coin and then smirking helplessly as Hebeny teased her with it. She leaned back against the wall and continued.
"Doban Korr prides himself on surrounding these halls with the exotic and the beautiful. And you are certainly both. The girls who dance for him now are practiced, but you are naturally graceful and if you know a routine, you could easily draw his eye."
When Hebeny gave her the kiss and relinquished the coin, the girl happily returned the affection, and having been already paid, she was more than eager to continue the playfulness for as long as the priestess wanted.
"My name is Svitlana," she breathed. "And what may I call you?" she asked, putting an arm around Hebeny's back and running her other hand through the Stygian's dark, raven hair. Then, regardless of whether Hebeny offered her name, Svitlana would glance over her shoulder towards the entrance, then whisper in Hebeny's ear.
"I do not know if it is what you're interested in, but you come to the Night Bazaar at an odd time. The Cold Brotherhood has raised Doban Korr to his current state as Paymaster. For that favor, they are given special treatment within these walls, so take great care not to draw their attention, for their word is law here. The Master is greatly displeased about this. I have heard him say so while he was out of their earshot. Now that he has attained his position of power, he no longer wants these upstarts to have a hold on him or his business. Tensions between Korr's personal guard and the Brotherhood have never been higher, even though he still pays lipservice to them and acquires girls for their... needs."
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