Post by Bethany on Jan 16, 2009 11:36:02 GMT -5
The House of Earthly Delights looked no different from any other establishment in the district. It was nondescript and simply elegant with a dark air that only the shadowed could adopt. One might mark it as an overlarge house if not for the black painted lower windows and the sign hanging on the dark brick with the brothel's name scrawled in black that glowed from the light cast by a dark gold lantern. No sounds could be heard from the outside, the streets soundless and dark.
Inside was another matter entirely. Behind the door sounds of revelry--laughing, loud voices, lively music--into the open. But it was not pure bedlam, like a rowdy night at a local tavern. Patron and employees, NPC's and PC's alike maintained a degree of decorum, enjoying the night without being vulgar. At leat in the common rooms where shows and displays were put one. What was happening in the private rooms was anyone guess, but nobodies business.
As Guild Master of the Sisterhood of the Crystal Rose, it was Bethany's job to rotate the members of her little union to a duty period within the famed brothel. Never one to ask others to do that which she would not, she included herself in the rotation, and tonight was her turn. A player who had met her in the field might not have recognized her at first however. Her hair neatly styled, full and lose like a honey colored halo around her head. Her boots, gantlets, and bracers were missing, replaced with a pair of open toed sandals and a delacte diamond bracelet. Her skimpy but battle worn cow-print armor had given way to a silvery silky robe. It warped around her hips and waist, were it darkened to opacity, resembling a skirt, albeit be it one that only barely did its job of keeping modesty in check. From her waist, it twisted up her back to emerge around the front once more just below her arms just in time to cover her breasts -- barely. Once this goal was accomplished however, the material seemed to shrink suddenly into nothing, becoming little more than pair of spaghetti straps as the crossed her collarbones, to tie in sample knot at the back of her neck.
So attired, she found herself summoned to the front of the House. With a smile on her face, a goblet of wine drink in her hand, Bethany didn't so much walk as she glided to the front, where a new arrival would soon be faced with her and several other options for companionship for the night. Or the hour. One never knew until the deal was complete.
Such are the trails of a working girl Bethany thought as she lined up next to her fellows. The thought made her giggle.
Inside was another matter entirely. Behind the door sounds of revelry--laughing, loud voices, lively music--into the open. But it was not pure bedlam, like a rowdy night at a local tavern. Patron and employees, NPC's and PC's alike maintained a degree of decorum, enjoying the night without being vulgar. At leat in the common rooms where shows and displays were put one. What was happening in the private rooms was anyone guess, but nobodies business.
As Guild Master of the Sisterhood of the Crystal Rose, it was Bethany's job to rotate the members of her little union to a duty period within the famed brothel. Never one to ask others to do that which she would not, she included herself in the rotation, and tonight was her turn. A player who had met her in the field might not have recognized her at first however. Her hair neatly styled, full and lose like a honey colored halo around her head. Her boots, gantlets, and bracers were missing, replaced with a pair of open toed sandals and a delacte diamond bracelet. Her skimpy but battle worn cow-print armor had given way to a silvery silky robe. It warped around her hips and waist, were it darkened to opacity, resembling a skirt, albeit be it one that only barely did its job of keeping modesty in check. From her waist, it twisted up her back to emerge around the front once more just below her arms just in time to cover her breasts -- barely. Once this goal was accomplished however, the material seemed to shrink suddenly into nothing, becoming little more than pair of spaghetti straps as the crossed her collarbones, to tie in sample knot at the back of her neck.
So attired, she found herself summoned to the front of the House. With a smile on her face, a goblet of wine drink in her hand, Bethany didn't so much walk as she glided to the front, where a new arrival would soon be faced with her and several other options for companionship for the night. Or the hour. One never knew until the deal was complete.
Such are the trails of a working girl Bethany thought as she lined up next to her fellows. The thought made her giggle.