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Post by Odette Lamberte on May 28, 2009 16:30:42 GMT -5
Aiding in tending to the shop filled me with joy that I had made a good and proper decision in this life, so far as it concerned my employment. There were matters that I seconded guessed myself on, though I prayed to the Gods that they would guide me to carry on as I must. In all, I had little reason to complain, as my prospects held a somewhat steady flow to them.
As the shop was at peace, I busied myself in tidying clothing to ensure that show their maximum appeal to visiting patrons. Joras had many a fetching garment, and I took great care of each and every one that I touched, they were marvelous for their price and I intended to maintain their wholeness.
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Post by Aristide de Crier (I) on May 29, 2009 10:08:33 GMT -5
I took a pull from my flask as I meandered around the business district, reluctant to start my rummages through the clothing shops. Shopping was a task best left to my mother or my sister. Someone who cared.
I recognized that not everyone found my starving artist persona charming, and it just so happened that I needed to charm some people. Without funding or financing, my play would be over before it began. Without some better clothes, I would look like a refugee of Night's Doorstep to the rich patrons I desired.
I stopped walking as I glanced into the window of one of the shops. There was a nymph of a woman, younger and much more fetching than most of the people you see working in these places, fiddling with the clothes. While I was no expert, everything seemed in order to me. I looked up at the sign as I took another draught--The World Tree? Being a man of simple pleasures and simple ideas, I pushed the door open and stepped inside, welcoming the coolness of the shop.
"Good day, my lady," I said, inclining my head in the woman's direction. "May I ask for your help?" I affected a charmingly befuddled expression. "I feel quite out of my element in a place like this."
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jun 2, 2009 16:05:30 GMT -5
The tips of my fingers slipped down the front of garment as I heard the opening of the door. Gently I lifted my eyes from my task to smile invitingly at fellow, inclining my head somewhat to take in the measure of his clothing a moment. He could do with fitting attire, though in all I had truthfully seen worse.
“A fine day to you, my lord.” Smoothly I dipped my head then proceeded to close the distance between us, taking small, even steps as I did so. From the time spent laboring for coin in a tavern, I knew how to enhance the qualities to which were endowed upon me. Remembering such, I heaved the swell of my breasts and remained aware of each little movement I made in speaking further.
“What is your fancy this day? A new pair of breaches, mayhap.” I swept my eyes lower, taking a moments notice of more than the clothing on his legs before lifting my sight to meet his gaze, a smile on my lips throughout.
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Post by Aristide de Crier (I) on Jun 3, 2009 11:12:29 GMT -5
Cheeky little minx! I was drunk, but not so much that I missed the way she stood, how her eyes moved so freely around my body. I almost laughed--she was not as clever as she thought she was, but who was I to tell her that? If she thought that the way she looked would cause me to buy more clothing, she was sorely mistaken.
Although I had to admit that she looked very good indeed.
"I am looking for...impressive clothing. Soon I will have to ask some very rich people for some money." I grinned, again trying to show how all of this confused me. "Do you have anything appropriate for a beggar, my lady? Or, baring that, something that will help me look better than I already do?" I shrugged and chuckled to show I was joking.
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jun 6, 2009 9:56:01 GMT -5
He was a lively fellow, holding a certain charm that I found appealing. If there lay an opportunity to sell him somewhat more than what he needed, I would do my best to attempt such a feat.
“Ah the pursuit of heavy coin…” a trial that I was familiar with and I nodded gently, swaying my hips in showing him over to a reasonable priced collection of fitting attire, feigning a moments shyness in looking over one shoulder at him. “…we shall endeavor to ensure that your purse is soon heavy, my lord.”
I steadied my attention forward, picking through garments to pair them together in an arrangement of colors that complemented his eyes.
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Post by Aristide de Crier (I) on Jun 6, 2009 18:13:50 GMT -5
I observed her walk, the sway of her hips, and the curve of her backside as she moved past me to the rack of clothing. With a practiced movement, I pulled out my flask, unscrewed the top, took a generous swallow, closed the flask, and slipped it back into my clothing, all before she turned back around. I smiled crookedly as she looked back at me, remembering my addled persona.
"It is always advisable to have some help in these matters," I said, softly, as I looked at what she was pulling together. I moved toward her, perhaps a little too close, so that she could feel the heat of my body, and gingerly fingered a garment, as if I was scared I would tear the fabric. It seemed of a good quality. "When one is an artist, it is almost inconceivable to think of such things." I shook my head. "I have never been knowledgeable about fashion...too busy keeping my head in a book." I looked down at her and smiled again. "I'm glad you are here to help me, my lady."
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jun 11, 2009 9:51:49 GMT -5
Indeed I strived to garner his full attention though I had naught bargained that he would take to my side so well. The warmth of his body taunted my cooled flesh, inviting me to lean closer to the charming patron though the scent of drink upon him kept me at bay, somewhat. I smiled at him, and admired the handsome qualities of his face before commenting.
“My pleasure, my lord…truly. Betimes ‘tis best to for one to become absorbed in a book, for it keeps the hands from being idle, and becoming troublesome.” I grinned a moment then motioned to the garments. “I much prefer a book…though aiding a gentleman, such as you, in matters of fashion I find myself at your complete mercy. What say you about these fine garments?”
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Post by Aristide de Crier (I) on Jun 11, 2009 11:34:32 GMT -5
"Depends on the book one is reading," I said. "There have been many a time where idle hands have been preferable to literature. "
I looked over the clothes she was showing me. I honestly was out of my element, but I endeavored to at least try and care. She was trying so hard to aid me. "I think this deep blue would favor me," I said finally, "and the collar is very nice. Maybe some black pants to go with it...oh, and boots? Do you sell boots here, my lady?" I smiled at her. "Since you are at my mercy, mayhap you will help me look."
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jun 13, 2009 9:46:27 GMT -5
He inquired after boots though I found myself at a loss for supplying a reply as I gazed into his unfathomable blue eyes that reminded me of the crystal waters of a bubbling brook. I shuddered a moment. Elua…to be at his mercy for more than a fair passage of time, to tumble unto cool bedding only to thieve such comfort from it as our bodies burned with passions…I gently cleared my throat and felt the heat rise in my cheeks.
“My sincerest apologies, my lord…’twas lost to thought. Boots…yes. This way, please.” I chuckled softly, more or less to myself, moving gracefully over towards what boots were offered as soon as the clothing was draped over my left arm. Gods…he was attractive as he was charming…I took a deep breath to ease the redness in each cheek.
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Post by Aristide de Crier (I) on Jun 13, 2009 13:56:13 GMT -5
Her eyes met mine and I watched as her cheeks seemed to grow red. I was not certain if it was something I said or my closeness, but I returned her open look with a slight smile. "I would much enjoy hearing those thoughts, my lady. Hopefully I have not done anything to offend such a diligent and attentive creature as yourself." I inclined my head slightly as a form of apology. "Not to mention, beautiful beyond compare. At least, to this humble playwright."
I followed her to the boots, reaching for a simple black pair almost immediately. My own were scuffed and dirty, with a few scratches for good measure. I held them up for my helpful new aide to see. "What do you think, my lady? Will these suit?"
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jun 20, 2009 9:51:23 GMT -5
Such flattery poured from his tempting lips, I softly chuckled and nodded in agreement of his selection of boots. “Oh yes…very fitting, the boots. Would you care to don the clothing and boots, we shall see that they are perfect fit for a fetching appearance.” I led him over to a partition of cloth so that he may dress privately to trial the attire.
I held open the dressing stall drapery and motioned for him to enter. “You must tell me more of yourself. A playwright…what manner of writing do you enjoy best in such adventure?” Truly I was intrigued by his occupation, ‘twas only natural to find out somewhat more about him.
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Post by Aristide de Crier (I) on Jun 20, 2009 23:56:41 GMT -5
"An excellent idea, my lady," I said, smiling at her. "How rare to find beauty and intelligence all bound together in such an attractive package." I took the clothing, letting my fingertips brush the soft skin of her hand, and entered the dressing stall, pulling the drapery closed.
"I enjoy writing romance the most," I said, as I took off my old tattered clothes and put on the new ones. "Though I like there to be a bit of adventure in the story. It's not enough to just have love. If it's not rough it isn't fun. Truly, the most enjoyable part is the research for the plots." I paused as I pulled on the boots. "I must say, my lady, it feels quite different to wear such luxurious clothing. Almost makes a man feel like he is worth something." I ran my hand through my hair and looked down, trying to envision what she might see, and then I pushed the drapery aside and stepped out of the stall.
I held my arms out and did a quick turn. "Well, my lady, what do you think? Will I win over the well-to-do of the City of Elua in such an ensemble?" A rather wicked idea was forming in my head--now all I had to do was put it into action.
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jun 29, 2009 10:50:35 GMT -5
To share in his company for a passing of a day…I wondered at what he might favor in a partner as I watched the drapery fold together, hiding his form from my sight. The images filling up my mind of the new clothing slipping over muscle and enhancing desirable features of his body granted a purpose to leaning against the nearest wall to recover from my lascivious thoughts.
I listened as well as possible to his voice then breathed deeply until I knew of myself again. When I kept a certain measure that my knees would hold strength, the wall was abandoned to met him an arms length away from the dressing stall. An appreciative smile curled my lips as I admired the attire and boots. “They who turn a cheek from such an adventurous spirit as you, my lord, shall be held in misfortunes untold…surely.”
Respectful in my approach, I examined the fit of clothing, touching where needed to ensure that all was well so that he shall make the best of impressions with the well-to-do of the city. It seemed near an impossible task, though I maintained a professional demeanor throughout my inspection and smiled greatly as I took a step back to meet his eyes. “Very striking, my lord. I shall make ready a parcel for your new attire whilst you change into your former, unless you have need for it now?”
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Post by Aristide de Crier (I) on Jun 29, 2009 11:35:07 GMT -5
I kept my eyes on her as she moved around me, my gaze never wavering. I felt like a snake about to pounce on a mouse.
"If only everyone was as complementary as you, my lady," I said, "I would have a much easier time of it."
Her touches, innocent and light, nevertheless thrilled me to my very core. I was very thankful that the new breeches afforded me a bit more room. When she stepped back, I looked around the empty store and then moved forward to meet her, raising my hand to her neck. I could feel her pulse beating there, a gentle thud under my fingertips. Slowly I tilted her neck up with my thumb until she was looking up at me, my eyes never leaving hers.
"I indeed have needs, my lady," I said softly, my other hand running down the side of her body, gingerly exploring the lushness of her curves, "ones that have nothing to do with impressing the wealthy, or if my boots match my doublet." I leaned in while I talked, our lips almost touching. "Will those needs be met here, my lady? Or will I have to venture elsewhere?"
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jul 6, 2009 10:13:50 GMT -5
Steadily my pulse sang with excitement, I met his eyes and became vexed by the sound of his velvet voice, as well as the caress of his hand at my side. A raggedness came of my breathing, expanding lungs and blooming my chest to acceptable portions before I simply liberated the air all at once, breathing more easily in the next instant and maintaining the gaze.
He disappeared from my sight as I sealed my eyes closed and opened them a few fluttered heartbeats later, gathering my thoughts to hopefully make the best of the situation. With a good and proper advantage held over me, mayhap he believed that a deal would be struck for the clothing, or truly he held an interest in me…to which I doubted somewhat.
“Whilst your needs pique my interests, I’m left to ponder your wants…as each is different on their perspective on needs verses wants, my lord.” I then searched the depths of his eyes. “To which are your intentions?”
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Post by Aristide de Crier (I) on Jul 6, 2009 10:54:26 GMT -5
I watched the change that came over her with growing excitement. The heaving of her ample bosom gave me reason to imagine what that flesh would feel like under my hands, or what it might taste like, covered with the sweat of our mutual exertions. Her words, however, gave me pause, and I moved back a bit to consider her curiously, meeting her gaze unblinkingly. Maybe she was not as interested as she seemed. Or I would have to try a different tactic.
"In truth, my lady, your visage was a large part of the reason why I entered this shop." I smiled a bit and brushed the smooth skin of her cheek with my thumb. "I thought you achingly beautiful, and I reasoned that since I had to perform the arduous task of finding new clothes, I should at least have a lovely nymph like yourself to aid me."
I sighed softly, finally looking away, feigning something akin to shame. "However, it is crass of me to expect you to just fall into my arms." I glanced around the shop for effect. "You, my lady, are a woman who works for a living. You support yourself, you have pride in what you do. You are not just a beauty, but a businesswoman. And I regret to acknowledge that I have not given you proper respect." So saying I took her hand and kissed it, my eyes meeting hers again. "My name is Aristide de Crier. I am a playwright of no great importance. My intentions are to learn your name, for a start. Then I plan to buy these clothes which I am currently wearing. I would like to learn a little bit more about you, if you care to divulge. And, finally, if I am feeling bold and you deem me worthy, I should like to kiss you." I smiled crookedly at her, even as my other hand remained at her waist. "I haven't stopped thinking about it since I saw you. Are those terms agreeable, my lady?"
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Post by Odette Lamberte on Jul 9, 2009 22:25:01 GMT -5
I knew naught of this man so appeared little a reason to doubt his sincerity, though a slim portion of me desired it thus. The lands crept with many who seek opportunity when it best provides for them with savvy tongues and a quick hand to lighten one’s coin. My judgment was ill placed, and I felt somewhat guilty for my thoughts.
The slender grace of my fingers curled in his hand as the warmth of his kiss lingered blissfully upon soft skin. I deliberated with haste at how his lips must feel against my own and ceased with the musings before the heat appeared upon each cheek. “My thanks for your recognition, Aristide de Crier.” His name sounded most agreeably falling from my lips, I discovered.
“My name is Odette Lamberte, assisting to maintain this shop to which your patronage is appreciated.” I charmingly smiled at him, minding to step lightly around him in entering the stall, bravely fetching his former clothing and folding them to an acceptable state... once I quickly emerged from the stall. “We may see to your purchase…if you desire to know somewhat about me, what would please you to have knowledge of?”
I glanced over one shoulder as I wandered to a length of table, swaying my hips in a steady, delightful rhythm to curiously watch his reactions before slowly looking forward again. He was an attractive fellow, Elua how I longed to feel his lips to mine.
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Post by Juliette L'Envers de Montegue on Sept 20, 2009 22:35:03 GMT -5
Thread on hiatus as of 08/20/09
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