Scratching an Itch: Milun and Liselle

[Milun nó L’Envers]

"Father" as I liked to call him had been away on some errands or another, and left me all by my lonesome. I knew he knew that I would be up to no good, though I would try to keep his name unsullied, for the most part. And I would continue, of course, to be his spy, to search and find whatever I could that might pose as some juicy information that he could use to his advantage. It was like a game, the life I lead, and I quite enjoyed it.

BNut right now, I needed a mouse, a little thing that I could toy with and fuck. Maybe beat a little, who knew what the night had in store. I knew though that if I went home without having been in something I woul dbe terribly upset, like a spoiled child who did not get his present when he wanted it. And so with that in mind, I left teh town house in some fairly nice clothing - soft black dyed doeskin breeches and a shirt to match, and a light cloak for the cool evening, and headed to Night's Doorstep in search for some slattern who would spread her legs for free. Of course, the cockeral was teh best place to find the type, and so that was where I entered, boots thudding lightly on the dirty, sticky floor as I moved through the drunken crowd with the grace of the Night Court adept that I had been.

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

Another quiet night on the home front and I was at the Cockerel again. Usually I wouldn't risk another bout of slumming this close to my last one but it was almost as though I was trying to burn all traces of the country out of my mind. Once I was glutted on the pleasures and decadence of the City I'd slow down again, just like I had last time. What's the worst that could happen really?

The gown I'd chosen was one of wine-red, cut deep at the neck and with a low waist to show my curves, and I smiled from beneath my cloak as I took a seat at the bar and pushed back my hood to take a look around. I always wore my hair loose and it hung to my waist in pale blonde waves. Generally I attracted a bit of attention but few brave enough to actually approach me so I picked up my glass of cheap usige and sipped from it while I waited for something interesting to pass my gaze.

A male figure moving through the crowd with a very confident step attracted my attention and I smiled a little wider at him before I took another drink. Maybe another slumming lord, maybe not- but it would be interesting to see if he was brave enough to come over and drink with me when so few others were. My expression was one of mild interest but I wasn't the sort to jump off of a barstool and approach someone so now it was a matter of waiting. If he passed me by there would probably be someone else later anyway.

[Milun nó L’Envers]

My eyes scanned the crowd, and landed on a lovely little morsel, blonde locks tumbling down over her shoulders, peaches and cream skin, and from whence she sat quite a little body on her, with tits that fair screamed to be punished nigh popping out of her low cut gown. The colour suited her - red - and I pictured her body dripping in the colour. The smile that came to my lips was predatory, like a fox that enjoyed toying with its prey before chomping it between its strong jaws. Yes, she would be my mouse for teh evening. With a grin, I took off my cloak, throwing it over my shoulder, letting my lithe body show. I did not need to appear bigger than I was, my many facets already showed that.

With a light step, I walked over to the girl and sat myself beside her. The cocky grin was ever present on my face, even at times when most would think it ought not be.

"Well, aren't you a lovely little thing," I mused, my eyes roving over her body none-too secretively.

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

The boy noticed me and he couldn't have been much more than my age, but the look in his eyes was decidedly sharp. It almost was enough to make me wary, since it reminded me of myself when I was angered, but considering it was coming from a young male it was probably only lust. Like the young noble sons of my father's associates, playing at being cruel without realizing what they were doing at all. The smile I returned was interested but cool and I looked him over with a brief glance before I took another drink, then heard him walk over to sit beside me.

"Well, a girl does have to try, doesn't she?" I asked in a sweet tone, giving him a sideways glance and cocked my head a bit. I couldn't exactly object to forwardness when I was at times a very blunt creature myself, and he was quite attractive as well. There was no crime in sitting and drinking with him in any case and from there we could see how things developed. "You're very good-looking yourself, though I imagine you hear that all of the time." Setting down my mug I turned to face him a little bit more and cocked my head as I offered my hand. "I'm Liselle d'Aiglemort-Montblanc."

[Milun nó L’Envers]

She seemed amenable. Well, at least she did not run away in horror, or attempt to slap me for being forward, which was always a good start... then again, so was being slapped. Either way, she was talking which meant that I probably would not need to drag her from here kicking and screaming.

Pity.

I settled myself on teh barstool and took the hand she offered, not shaking it, but kissing the back of it with my lips, very gently. "Well, how very nice to meet you Liselle," I said with a smile, my head still bowed. "ThoughA d'Aiglemort. Father would be proud. Though I was not sure how much information I could get out of this one, besides how much she could cry out to the Gods in pain or pleasure, or both. I smiled a little impishly at that thought. "I am sorry for your loss," I said, the smile still on my lips, terribly out of place considering the words that came from the curved grin. "You must be heartbroken," I said, feigning sympathy, and I think I did it passably well. Adepts were good at faking, that much I had learned, even though I had not made my debut, I had years of training.

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

For a moment I almost wondered why he was offering me sympathies, but then I remembered. Right, Uncle Jareth. The man who had probably had be sent back to the country for tormenting his Anacrasia and playing in games he didn't think I should be involved in. Not that it had ever been any of his business. "Yes, it's quite a blow," I said in a tone of half-believable sorrow though I was really more nonchalant about it than sad. I never put much effort into lying unless it was actually required in a courtly fashion.

Picking up my mug I took another drink and then glanced at him again, smiling sweetly but with just a slight edge of temptation to it. I'd never been an adept, it wasn't even something my parents would have considered, but I'd started playing bedroom games far younger than almost everyone I'd ever met and that generally gave me an edge. "I noticed you didn't give your name, should I ask what it is or call you whatever comes to mind?" I asked in a low tone, my eyes sparking in humor.

[Milun nó L’Envers]

"Well you take the blow with grace," I said with a sly grin. Her eyes sparkled and lips curved with temptation, and I raised a brow, chuckling softly before I answered.

"I prefer my lord," I smiled, "but my name is Milun no l'Envers. If you're good, you can call me Milun," I snickered before tapping the bar, getting the bar tenders attention, and ordering myself a tumbler of scotch, all the while my eyes remained on the sexy little thing before me. "So do you frequent these parts?"

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

A no' l'Envers? I'd heard the Shahrizai had their own little pet these days but I had no idea that the other families were branching out so. It must save on the amount of trouble it took to go down to the Night Court- though of course not all of the family-bound Servants performed in that way. With the way this one looked at me though and the responses he expected to get I could guess he was of that type though, and it was nice to have caught his attention.

"Well, we must put on a brave face for the world," I said in a slightly wry tone before I took another drink and gave him another charming smile, pushing a loose strand of hair back over my shoulder to expose the lines of my neck. Really, my lord? I didn't intend to go that route quite yet, there was quiet a good bit of teasing between here and there, though from the glances he wasn't unreceptive to a bit of playing. "But I do have to wonder whose decision it is on whether I'm being good or not." The last was a tease with a bit of a smirk before I took another drink. Something stronger than mead may have been warranted for this evening. "And I come down to the Doorstep every so often, when I want to leave my courtly face behind for awhile. I'm guessing you're the same."

[Milun nó L’Envers]

I chuckled at her inquiry, a sneaky smile making its way to my face.

"Well I of course, would be the judge of whether you ar ebeing good or bad. So far you are being good," I teased, "if that is any consolation. As for my frequency of this place... yes... you could say that I come here now and then when I am feeling a tad leacherous. It is far easier to blend into these sorts of surroundings when I am in that mood." I flashed her a playful grin. "So how much trouble do you get into around here lovely?"

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

"Then for now I'm going to call you Milun since we've both come to the conclusion that I'm being good," I replied with a smile before I took another drink of my mead. "And I'd say I generally get into the same kind of trouble. The upper crust can be a little bit boring if you're not attending some public event where everyone puts themselves on some poor display of tackiness and false smiles." I wasn't really perturbed at the idea- it was a good deal of fun to sit back and watch- and I gave him another smile. "Things are far more simpler and more subtle down here, or at least more honest in their treachery."

[Milun nó L’Envers]

I liked the way she thought, and she had quite a bit of spitfire, this one, and I wondered idly if I would be able to break it, perhaps in one night, perhaps tonight. I giggled softly to myself, under my breath.

"Oh yes, the fetes," I said rolling my eyes, "though people watching is so drole," I mused. "I much prefer what you say, the honesty in the treachery of the simpler folk. I also like how they never really seem to think that they deserve any better. They get what they get, and they don't really strive to do anything better, to become more. It is funny what a different upbringing can do," I mused. "So Liselle," I said as I leaned towards her, "what is yoru absolute most favourite thing to do in this City?" I wondered if she would say to fuck. Though a part of me did not think that, even if that were the honest answer, she would give it in quite such language. I smiled at her, though my smile was more for what I was thinking than for her benefit.

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

There was something dark and charming behind Milun's smile, but that had always been something that was attractive to me- the charming boys who had hints of badness to them. There was something enticing about it, that they danced along some sort of edge and seemed just ready to snap, though so far I had only found a couple that were actually prone to it and they'd never snapped on me. This one struck me the same way with his crooked grin and disposition, and I looked forward to seeing how this may play through.

"I enjoy a good deal of things," I replied in a somewhat low tone, peeking at my conversational companion from beneath my lashes. "Good drink, shopping and a good romp now and again and pretty much at the top of the list though. What about yourself?"

[Milun nó L’Envers]

She seemed to be taking up what I was laying out, looking at me through her lashes, that flirtatious smile. Truly, she must not know she is speaking with an adept. We've been doing those sorts of things for years. Still, I leaned closer to her, my cocky grin everpresent. "Same here," I mused, "though more romping than shopping, much more, to be honest." She did not need to know that most of my rompings were not really consensual.

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

"Well, the shopping takes up the time between the romps and helps one to look good before them," I explained in a wry tone, finishing the last of my mug and then signalling for the bartender to bring me a glass of usige. "And with my other business that I carry out for my family as well. Good appearances is always an important thing." I wasn't quite sure what he was planning but my eyes drifted to half-closed at his proximity as I watched his handsome face with that cocky grin. "But romping really is the highlight I suppose."

[Milun nó L’Envers]

I laughed, letting my eyes drop before I let them rise to her face again/

"Well, you are a lovely girl, with a lovely figure, and you seem playful, so I can understand the shopping and the romping," I teased. "So in your role as a double agent - prim and proper for society, but down and dirty at night - have you come across any intriguing rumours?" I asked her, my hand moving slowly from resting on my knee to crawl up hers, my fingers walking slowly up her thigh, while my eyes remained on hers, nothing about my face denoting to what my hands were doing.

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

He was going to ask about rumors? Either he played my game- the one where I generally tried to get close to the people who were likely to be connections to keep me in the City longer, providing an advantage- or he was simply a person who liked the power of information. But then what did I care either way? Rumors were rumors and it wasn't up to me whether they were correct or not. Besides, it was fun to have a little bit of gossipping time, especially when his hands somewhat hinted that he'd be encouraging.

"I suppose it depends on the kind of rumors you want to hear," I told him with a nonchalant smile though my eyes held a knowing gleam at the game he was playing. "Related to the wine trade I know a good deal, or the Court society itself, or some small hints of things in Skaldia. There are even stories about my Uncle's fiancee, the Shahrizai matriarch, and her child that is on the way."

[Milun nó L’Envers]

She seemed amenable enough to the idea, her eyes glinting with intelligence. I cocked my head to the side, grining.

"Perhaps a little bit of everything. Start with the most intriguing one you have," I mused.

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

There was always a chance that I'd be giving my information away for nothing- but then, life was a good deal about gambling in my point of view, and there was always a chance that I could simply say almost anything and convince him of it. Being connected to the l'Envers he probably knew more about the current state of court than I did so a lie in that area could be caught, but then at least a full three quarters of rumors were speculuation anyway. For now I'd see how much I could win with the truth though. It's not like I was adverse to passing on rumors.

"Then perhaps we should start with the most obvious things- the engagement of the Dauphine to some random man from Eisande or some such with no recent court connections. A press to settle down the girl perhaps? I've heard that there are several very dissatisfied with this plan, not the least of which would be her lovers." I told him in a low tone, my eyes flashing in amusement. A bit of logic as well as a well-thought speculation and rumor. It was a good testing comment, to see what he knew and what he would reward.

[Milun nó L’Envers]

"Ah," I said raising a finger, "but he was not as random as some may think," I said, tapping the side of my head with an index finger, "and perhaps it was not only just to settle her down, although that is the main reason. One cannot be galavanting about as she once did and create such scenes to reflect badly upon the crown. Afterall, if the Queen cannot control her family, how could she control a country," I mused. "Anything else?"

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

"That's exactly the point I'd think," I replied with a bit of a wider smile as I raised my brows for emphasis. "Coretta has to be stopped or else the other nations may get the idea that she's a weakness, and that the Queen is even weaker for allowing it to continue as such a 'disgrace'. Of course it's our way in any case but the other nations still don't seem to understand it and if it's obvious enough to reach foreign ears then it's a very tacky thing."

He was already asking me for more? That was odd, as generally gossiping was about trading as much information as possible, more of a debate process than actually playing informant. "That depends, what are you going to give me for whatever else I may know?" I asked archly, bringing a hand up to lightly stroke across his cheek and taking a sip from my usige with the other. "I know a good deal, but I don't like to monologue."

[Milun nó L’Envers]

She reached across the table and stroked my cheek, and with quick reflexes I grabbed her fingers, pulling her hand away from my face. ihad to fight down the urge to strike herand instead brought her hand to my lips and kissed the back of it gently. Her skin was smooth and fragrant, and I wondered if her skin lay perfectly over her frame, or whether she had any scars with stories. I smiled slightly wickedly at that thought before I let my fingers hold her hand, my thumb rubbing the back of it.

"Well, I suppose that depends on what you want as a trade," I mused. "I could offer some gossip myself, or somewhat else," I said with a playful arch of my brow.

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

There was almost a surprising amount of rapidity in the way he grabbed my hand and a flash in his eye of irritation which made me wonder exactly what he was about. Either he wanted to be in control or he had a complex about physical contact and considering the amount of touching he'd been doing earlier it probably wasn't the latter. But the I was used to dealing with a couple controlling types- at least to my mind- and that bothered me not at all. It did change the tenor of the game though.

With a slight smile I smoothed the look of caution I'd had the moment before and let him kiss the back of my hand lightly and then keep hold of it as I took another drink of my usige. I did need to know what was happening at Court and boys tended to have their quirks at times though they were easily enough worked around if you knew what you were about- which I generally did. "The somewhat else sounds so nice I'm thinking it may be worth working up to, but it's your call," I replied as my smile took on a slightly more playful air to match his. "After all I already offered what I knew, and aren't you the one who's deciding whether or not I'm good?"

[Milun nó L’Envers]

I laughed as she caught me out. Father would have found that unforgiveable, being caught like that. Yes, I was the one trying to figure her out, afterall. I smiled, the same smile I had before, even if I made a mental note of this... for later, of course. "Hmm very true," I mused with a light chuckle. "You seem to be proving yourself well thus far," I appraised as my eyes roamed over her. Girls who generally dressed as she did seemed to do so for teh attention, adn so I gave her the apprciative look she was no doubt out looking for. "Hmmm, and keeping that in mind then, I should not have to offer up anything in return... since I am the one appraising you, afterall," I teased, then I waved my hand flippantly in the air. "But of course I could probably find something you might find of interest. Pray tell have you heard about the short fleeting romance between one Aragonian wine maker and a certain princess of teh blood?" I mused.

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

He seemed amused that I'd had the wit to remember what he was about, an amusing thing that put me a bit more at ease. Maybe he wasn't as defensive as I'd thought- or maybe he was just trying to get his act right in the same manner that most young men needed to collect themselves. Not all of them were as clever as they wished to think themselves, but of course you couldn't just tell them that, or imply it. Their pride was far too strong for it and I had no desire to lose a game of gossip just because he decided I couldn't keep up, and especially when there was something so dangerously tempting about him.

"But if there was nothing to gain would I still be sitting here?" I asked in a speculatively playful tone, raising a brow as I smirked and then listened to his tidbit. "Really, a Princess and a shopkeeper? Though considering what they say of the Aragonians I suppose I'm not surprised. There was word of another Princess who was engaged to another Aragonian prince, but after his death she's only been seen shacked up with adepts. Some say it was happening beforehand and that's the reason he left to his doom."

[Milun nó L’Envers]

"Oh yes, I think you would. Because what you could stand to gain could be a number of things, and not just good gossip," I teased. I listened to her tidbit, soemthing I had honestly not heard of. "Intriguing, I had not heard that one," I let my chin rest on my index finger, pondering who that could have been. "Seems we both have information neither one has heard of. For shame, and I thought I would be better at this game."

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

I'd managed to tell him something that he didn't know and he said he was surprised- but I really had to wonder whether or not that was something he wanted to show for certain, especially with his musing expression. "Oh, but would you be having nearly as much fun if all you got out of this was things you already knew?" I asked in a skeptical tone. If that was indeed the case it would have meant that he was indeed playing for something other than real rumors and this game was just a segway. Not that I minded, most games were only gates for more challenging or interesting ones anyway. "Though if you'd like to try another game I have no objections to that either."

[Milun nó L’Envers]

I chuckled. "Well, you know men, they like ot think they know everything," I teased, my eyes settling on hers, while my lips curved in an impish sort of grin.

"Oh, hmm other games. Well then, for sheer amusement alone, what sort of game would you choose to play at?"

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

Somehow I got the impression he was asking out of amusement more than the urge to see me play anything, but my games were generally interesting enough that I could keep someone amused for a bit of time and sometimes change their mind. "That depends on whether or not you're a gambling sort, Milun," I replied with a smirk of my own, then took another drink of my usige. "Or whether you only play games of words and skill."

[Milun nó L’Envers]

"I am of the mind, my dear," I mused, "that all games require a certain measure of skill, especially those of the gambling sort," I leaned in a fraction. "And I enjoy a good gamble as much as the next man."

[Liselle de Montblanc-Bonnel]

As he leaned closer I raised a brow and gave him another smile, slightly sweet and a bit sensual as well, mostly to see how he'd react. "Then I'd play Truth or Dare, since that's most the essence of skill and gambling," I replied in a smooth tone. What I'd drunk so far was enough to soothe the nerves that had been slightly ruffled before and I was ready to let bygones be bygones. It's not as though all men know when they're being silly. "It's about reading people to know which option they present is the best. Does that suit you, or shall I think of another game?"