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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on May 18, 2011 13:06:11 GMT -5
My play date with my father's little harlot left me sated for all but a few days, and that was far too long ago. My appetites nigh had me starved, and so I went into the Night's Doorstep, the only place to find myself some good filth awaiting my degradation. Perhaps I would find myself a particularly dirty little doxy and do my favoruite thing - take her in an alleyway, then stiff her her stippend. Or maybe I'd take an innocence. Oh it was spring, for certain, and there would be all sors of fresh little things running about, poor as they were dirty, and begging for coin. Those were always fun, and so damned tight too. I licked my lips at just the thought of it as I walked down the street into th emarket. There were often pickpockets about, and the pruse tha thung at my waist was fat enough to entice one to come after me, and were it aboy or a girl I'd have my way with it. Oh the possibilities were endless, and so I felt my spirits rise at the impending debauchery to surely ensue.
I passed the stalls, not showing any particular interest in the wares, and then realising, like the good little spy boy father was trying to teach me to be, that I would have to at least look the part of a buying noble boy. I came to a small woman with a rather exotic look, Ch-in decent for certain, charming looking, not the best dressed but then who was in this area of the City. I cocked my head as I looked at her unsure of why she stood there until I saw that she held in her hands little dainty carved things.
I had never tried one of HER before.
"Good day m'lady, and how are you?" I queried, my smile curling at the corners as I stood before her, hands in my pocket at ease.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on May 18, 2011 15:04:22 GMT -5
During my years of traveling there were many times when there had been nothing to do between stops but sit in the wagons, either bundled up against the cold or staying in the cool shade of the canvas to escape the desert heat. In that time there was very little to do other than talk, which I didn't do often, or craft small things. In Ch'in all ladies learned how to embroider, sew and weave, but there were other things as well- calligraphy, drawing, cooking and how to use a knife for carving bits of wood or jade. As time passed I'd learned those things far better than any other girl of my station would have out of necessity, and here in this expensive city I had as much need of it as ever.
With a few good bits of wood and stone I'd carved brooches and beads, and I still had scraps from one of my silk robes that I'd cut up along the way with some good embroidery, so I'd sewn that into purses and pincushions, swallowed my pride, and stepped out onto the streets. I knew that being exotic had helped me here so far, so I wore another one of my robes with the wide obi around the waist, my hair held in a bun with a carved pin, and I simply spoke quietly in my broken d'Angeline to those who passed. The man who'd finally stopped though was wealthy-looking, his clothes showing almost no wear, and the pouch at his side jingled. All of the people here were beautiful, but that didn't make them any more likely to be good than an ugly person. How many of the daughters of the Tsingani had fallen for pretty tricks and ended up with nothing, even their virtue? There was a cautionary tale in that.
"Yes, good day," I said to the man, ducking my head politely and shifting the things in my hands so he could see them more fully, then looking up and slightly to the side of his face again, expression pleasant though I glanced at him through the corner of my eye from time to time. Perhaps I should have been more solemn but when one is selling something you must make the customer like the wares through you. "Am doing well. Have exotic art from Ch'in, three ducats each."
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on May 18, 2011 18:35:05 GMT -5
She smiled in what seemed like a demure fashion, her narrow eyes narrowing a bit more as she looked at me though her tone was nice enough. I continued to smile as she spoke, spreading her hands to show me her wares, though I could not help that my eyes wandered to her own body, the wares I was far more interested in and willing to pay for. I reached a hand foreword and touched one of the wood carvings.
"Three ducats for a small piece of carved wood?" I asked, my tone insinuating that the pri ce was ludicrous. I raised s brow, leaving my hand to let my fingers continue to caress over the wood carvings. "Indeed exotic, but is it worth the gold?" I queried.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on May 19, 2011 11:54:48 GMT -5
There was something about this man that said he was looking at things besides the things I held and a flush rose to my face, but it wasn't so much one of shame. In my land it was just as likely that a girl's family would decide to send them to court as a royal concubine as a wife, but that was far different from a whore. One took care of a concubine, made sure that she was well-clothed and cared for so she wouldn't bring shame on the family that was supposed to support her. Nothing in his gaze told me of that though. But if that was what this land wanted and what it took to live here I would have to learn that in time
"Yes, three ducats," I replied steadily, my gaze relaxing slightly and my hands not trembling in the slightest at his closeness. There was nothing here to show fear of. "Must decide for self if is worth it but know that there are not these things in the city other places. If sir has taste for art, then will buy. If not, then will know by not buying one." Maybe prickling his pride wasn't the best way to do business but I knew that I needed the money and that these were pretty in their own style, but that didn't mean this boy had the sense to know such things.
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on May 19, 2011 12:16:13 GMT -5
"Art, but art is meant to be enjoyed and displayed. These carved things are dainty, but who shall see a wooden brooch on a man? Perhaps wher eyou come from but such things are meant to adorn women, and as you can see," I said, pausing to chuckle adn raise a brow, "I am no woman. But they are pretty, you are right," I mused. Her d'Angeline was better than I had expected, though certainly by no means great. I wondered idly for a moment, how she would sound speaking the words of her own tongue, the intonnations, and how she might show pleasure in those words, what it would sound like, and I found myself getting aroused at just the thought. perhaps we woul dbe able to make some other sort of exchange if she was willing, though I could not teoll yet. Poro as she certainly was, she carried herself in a way that showed quiet pride, not what I was used to praying on, those uncertain of themselves and thos ewho hated themselves as much as they ended up hating me for what I did to them.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on May 20, 2011 9:59:03 GMT -5
There was something in this man's eyes that made me wary, but then almost everything did and I was much used to ignoring that reaction. He was only a human; what I feared more was the gods and angering any more of them than I already had. They said that the people here had god's blood, much as the Imperial family of Ch'in, and their power was very great indeed, so what could the simple people here do? Best not to anger one of them, but I wasn't going to make myself their slave either. It was a precarious way to think, like a butterfly balancing along a line of spider silk.
"Is most unfortunate to hear no lady to buy such things for," I said in a steady tone, cocking my head slightly, a look of mild sympathy crossing my face as I continued to let him look. "Perhaps should buy one, then use it to tell one about some adventure. Seems to turn women's heads often, to hear men's stories. Or, if you wish, I could make you something else if would like. Can do many different things for right price."
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on May 20, 2011 10:05:27 GMT -5
Ah what i wanted to hear, though I doubt she knew exactly what she had said, and how it could be taken by so many people, especially d'Angelines. I licked my lips, just slightly with the tip of my tongue, wetting them as I lened a little closer to her.
"You can do many things for a price, you say? For truth? Or are you just baiting your words so that I might snatch up the possibility that anything you can give can be bought?" I queried, my eyes flashing no doubt as I spoke my words quick and just loud enough to be heard over teh noise about us in the market. "For I have enough tales of my own to woo myself a noble, but my tastes lie elsewhere," I said as I looked pointedly into her dark eyes. They were so clear, dark pupils, dark irises surounded by triangles of white, and her skin was fir, and though not buffed to a glow, she had an exotic prettiness about her. And she looked small, thin, breakable. A plus.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on May 20, 2011 11:57:21 GMT -5
It hadn't been hard to guess where his thoughts were going before, but with the lick of his lips and the way he leaned closer I had to keep a firm grip on my temper. This was not my land, and going against a man, much less a noble one, could cause more trouble than I was looking for, and perhaps even have me imprisoned. I was a general's daughter, a lady of Ch'in- but I didn't need anyone to know that, and playing along to not call attention to whatever ghosts could have been following me was worth pushing through this one's mannerisms.
Rather than stepping back I demurely cast my gaze down and sideways, not moving my face but certainly not being any more forward than I already had been, especially since I couldn't tell exactly what he was saying. The words I knew but the way he put them together almost made me wonder if he was trying to trick me into something- which wouldn't have been surprising. "Do not know what is sold here, only what have to offer," I replied in my own quiet tone, closing my fingers slightly around my wares. "And only know that is sir's decision whether will want anything or not."
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on May 20, 2011 12:33:58 GMT -5
I ws certain I had seen a spark of understanding before she cast her eyes down, but her words belied that, and I almost laughed, snickered really, but instead my csmile turned into a bit of a sneer.
"Oh ell, yes I knew all that, you';ve said as much, I suppose... what I was trying to say was what exactly do you have to offer as wares for sale, what is it that I can purchase from you? Only little trinkets like those you have shown me? Or do you have your own... personal wares up for sale?" I asked her, wondering if that might spell it out better for her. i thought it would at least make my desires known in a way that she would not be able to deny what I had asked yet again. Truth be told, if she required it more plainly, I'd have to lose the gentlemanly tone I had and be wretched. Oh pretty please, let me be wretched!
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Post by Sayuri Ai on May 23, 2011 11:36:56 GMT -5
The arrogance in the pale-haired boy's face was much more evident now and I stifled the urge to recoil from it and instead remembered what I'd been taught as a child, the downcast gaze when confronted with adversity and the knowledge that the best possible outcome sometimes meant an uncomfortable journey beforehand. There was power in having beauty and being wanted, though it was the sickening, dishonorable sort who used it to peddle themselves on the street-corner, but it was still a possibility of something. If I wanted to live here I needed to learn the best way to do that and fit in where their gods wouldn't find some fault with me and force me to leave.
Again he was speaking quickly and I kept my gaze down as I listened and then went back over his words, though from the way he spoke and his aura I could tell more about his meaning than what he'd said. The question that remained would be what exactly he wanted to pay for. The bedding practices in Ch'in were as extensive as any I'd heard of but that didn't mean I relished experiencing all of them. "Anything is for sale for right price, sir," I finally replied, smoothing my features and cocking my head to give him another demure glance that I forced past most of the grudging acquiescence to my own idea, forcing my breathing to stay calm. I'd found no pleasure in paying my way in such a fashion before, and I didn't expect to now. "But like most wares must pay first, then receive."
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on May 24, 2011 13:17:05 GMT -5
It took her a moment to understand, it seemed, though I could see intellingence in those eyes before she cast them downward adn as she listened to me speak. She may have been a foreigner, but I would do good to not assume she was an idiot just because she had difficulty with teh language.
No less, she understood my meaning, and intimated the same thing she had said before and I nodded, smiling much like a boy who had been given a little toy he so much wantd to play with.
"Well then perhaps we ought to negotiate a price," I sid, my words a little slower, my voice a little softer, though I still smiled like a little cat with a mouse to catch. "And what sorts of... services can be rendered for what sort of coin," I added. "What don't you do?" I asked her, my eyes never leaving her face. The angles of her cheekbones, her pert small mouth, and I wondered if she would be able to take my length in any of her holes, wondering if the tales were true.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on May 26, 2011 10:36:28 GMT -5
Did this boy ever smile without it feeling as though he were some demon waiting to kill as proof of his power? But even so that didn't change things. This land may have had demons for men but they were still men and in all places I had ever seen men were not to be questioned. The only chance you had to make it through was to try to go unnoticed and follow the rules the gods of the lands allowed strangers to survive by. I may not have wanted to be a whore but that was what had to be done in order to have the money to eat, or even to save before moving on.
When the question of price came up I quickly thought of how much I was willing to shame myself for in the terms of this land's economy. He'd slowed his words, which made it much easier for me to understand him, though I wasn't sure why he'd decided to do so. Was there some rule here about having a clear contract for such deals, or did he want to put me at ease? "Four hundred," I said a moment later, my tone soft but final as I closer my hands completely around my wares and started to put them back into the pouch at my side. "Will not have things around throat, nothing cut off, no mortal wounds, no animals."
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on May 30, 2011 11:57:06 GMT -5
I nodded at her conditions, though I felt a little sad. Well... cutting did not always end up in mortal wounds, and though I did fancy involving an animal or two now and then, I suppose that was out of teh question.. and nothing about her neck, so no strangulation. I nodded, sticking out my hand for her to shake.
"By those conditions I will agree," I said, an amused smirk coming to my lips. I thought of all the lovely little toys I had constructed back at home, and though they coudl leave quite the bloody mess, I know they had not caused anyone to die before. Only made them wish that they could. Oh this would be great fun!
"Is there anyone you have to tell about your whereabouts? Or can we leave straight away?" I asked her, feeling my arousal sky rocket as I looked her over now as something I could and had purchased the time of.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on May 30, 2011 15:25:10 GMT -5
For some reason he held out his hand, then spoke enthusiastically of agreement, though it wasn't the sort of eagerness that generally boded well for anyone. He'd want to see how a ch'in girl could stand up to him. All of those from other places seemed to want to do the same. Was it my strange features that drew the attention or something else? Maybe it was how my ancestors had cursed me for my transgressions, making me attractive a whore since I wouldn't be a bride as duty demanded. Even in this place where the people were gods they were forced to enact the will of the Ch'in gods.
I would show them though. They could make me play the part to survive but they couldn't make me stop living and in that way I'd won.
Once he was done speaking I simply looked at his hand, nonplussed, then glanced back at his face, not sure exactly what he wanted. "First must give money," I said simply, fingers clasped in front of me as I gazed down and slightly away, my kimono sleeves sliding down to cover the back of my hands. "Then can go."
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on May 31, 2011 17:53:43 GMT -5
It seemed she was more ignorant than her broken d'Angeline lef on in some ways. Most would call it innocence, I called it ignorance. I took a old of her hand with the one I meant to shake hers with, and then shook her hand pointedly before releasing it. "In our and here," I said slowly, "to signify you have an agreement you shake hands like I just did," my tone was a little frustrated, which I certainly was. I couldn't wait to take out ill the frustrations she had filled me with on her tight little foreign cunny. "300 right?" I said as I pulled my coin purse, still full, from about my waist and procured te proper amount of coin.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on May 31, 2011 18:05:37 GMT -5
When he grabbed my hand I almost recoiled and drew it back, but his clenched teeth and the irritation in his eyes warned me off of it, though I stiffened instinctively nonetheless. His explanation made things only a fraction more clear, but I shook his hand anyway and slipped my fingers away. "In Ch'in we bow," I replied cautiously but with a certain sullen tone in my voice. Likely he wouldn't hear me, or care, but at least I had something to say. "Was four hundred. Doesn't sound anything like three hundred." Perhaps that would make him more angry but with the anger in him I'd need a good bit even to buy the healing I'd need after he was done.
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on May 31, 2011 19:14:31 GMT -5
I rolled my eyes but kept my teaching fingers at their side. I'd slap her for it later. I'd do much for it later, the tone in her voice,the way she recoiled from me like i was a monster. Well I did like that, but still, I had yet to give her anything to fear. Did I exude that much to be so stiffened and fearful of?
"Well, one cold argue it was hard to hear past your accent," I muttered, eyes glaring though I smiled, sowing a neat line of perfect teeth. "400 then," I said,bowing sardonically with a smirk.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on May 31, 2011 19:23:18 GMT -5
His mention of my accent only made me look down and away for another moment before I composed myself. only when my face was again relaxed and my anger pushed away did I look back at him again. It seemed to follow that the people here, while lovely, were more evil than one would expect. This is still the land I'd found myself in though and I'd have to learn to follow its ways better. "Yes," I agreed respectfully, holding out my hand to take the bag once he held it out, my eyes carefully watching his own. I was somewhat curious as well, but only in what he may do to me, for he seemed to have no more patience or control of his temper than a child.
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on Jun 6, 2011 11:59:57 GMT -5
I handed her the coin witha nod and a smile, letting teh loose coins drop into her hand, letting one fall to the ground as I did.
"I think that we will have quite a bit of fun, you and I. Perhaps you can teach me a bit about your culture?" I asked her, my words still slow enough for her to hopefully understand. If it was lost in translation, I did not care too much. And the only part of her culture I was really interested in was how they might pleasure their fellow lovers where she was from. For all I knew, it might suit me rather well. I did watch her, to see her reaction, to see if she would bend and pick up the coin, to give me more of a look at her. It was like looking for a prize horse, except I figured this piece fo livestock might bite if I stuck my fingers in her mouth to check her teeth.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on Jun 6, 2011 19:33:41 GMT -5
The coins were heavy but I managed to keep a grip on all but one of them and slide them into another of my pouches before I crouched down and retrieved the one that had fallen, listening to his words all of the while. More about Ch'in? I wasn't sure in what way he meant that but something, perhaps the caution learned over long years of travel, told me he wasn't going to want a simple conversation between using my body.
Rising slowly I kept my eyes respectfully down and put the last coin in my pouch, then gave the man a polite bow. "Will tell you what you want," I said calmly, then looked around before glancing at his face briefly. "Think will want to go somewhere not street, yes?"
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on Jun 10, 2011 10:57:56 GMT -5
I nodded and then laughed.
"Truly you do not know us d'Angelines well. Perhaps I could teach you a little something about us," I teased. I dont know how many of these alleyways were littered with misspent seed, how many walls had been pressed upon with two lovers rutting, I know I had had my fun in the various alleys on more than one occassion.
"People often find they cannot wait until they get behind closed doors and well...," I gestured, nodding my head to a nearby alleyway, "and so they don't," I chuckled, my lips curving in a wicked little grin. "But I would prefer to take you home. I have many... things to show you," I teased, tying the remainder fo my coin at my hip and offering her my arm. "Shall we?"
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Post by Sayuri Ai on Jun 10, 2011 11:11:26 GMT -5
As the boy started to explain what he thought was a secret of the culture of this land I listened carefully, lips turning down slightly in a frown and my eyes narrowing. In the imperial city of Ch'in such behavior was unheard of and the Palace had always seemed like a very proper place, but after so long on the road, visiting other lands and often seeing such things myself I'd grown far more jaded. What kind of hedonists were these people to offend others almost deliberately for the sake of their impatience? It was childish.
None of that was quite as troublesome as the end of his statement though. Things? That didn't bode well, as most men were only interested in their toys making their game more daring, but such was the way of all men, was it not? The man-boy offered his arm and I simply watched it for a moment to see if there was some trick involved before I rested my hand lightly on it. At least he wanted to go inside, even if he meant something evil there. Pain was awful but shame and discovery was unthinkable, making the former choice the lesser of two evils. Giving him a nod to show I was ready I waited for him to start walking.
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on Jun 10, 2011 14:35:15 GMT -5
She did not seem pleased, but I shrugged it off. Who was she to think wrongly of anything, afterall she was the one offering her body for 400 pieces. I almost chuckled, but did not, just smiled, bearing a flash of teeth as she finally rested her hand on my arm, and then I started to walk with her. I wondered if I could lock her up inside the house somehow once we got there, tie her to the bed, not necessarily rape or kidnap her and break any rules. Because truly, where would i have been kidnapping her from? The streets? I chuckled then, seemingly at nothing, though she seemed intelligent enough and would probably guess that I was thinking something terribly unsavoury. That was the least of her worries though.
"I am looking forward to this," I told her honestly, "you're like a new toy, something I've never tried before, far more rare than the trinkets you were looking to sell me," I added, looking at her as we walked through the streets. I wondered what people would think, seeing such a rare jem on my arm, whether they would know i bought her with my coin, or whether they would think that she was coming willingly with me, or perhaps we were just lovers, taking a stroll. Who knew, but it interested me nonetheless and made this game that much more enjoyable.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on Jun 10, 2011 15:52:39 GMT -5
I wasn't sure exactly what the bought women here did, but I did know a little of how the concubines in Ch'in behaved- not ashamed, because they were the ones to catch the eye of the Emperor, who was like a god, but not brazen either. Eyes cast slightly down in modesty I walked beside the man who had paid entirely too little for me, but I was far from home and no one here knew what a cultured girl from my land was worth. The way he spoke made me wonder if he often didn't have people to talk to and I listened patiently because his smiles were so cruel I didn't dare do otherwise.
"Sir is most kind to give his compliments," I said in a placid tone, a slight flush rising to my cheeks as I made very sure to keep pace with him so he wouldn't be annoyed at my slowing him down. In Ch'in I would have walked a pace or two behind him unless I was a wife but perhaps that was part of the story he was telling himself. Some people were born with demons in their hearts and while they had the minds of men and women they still had that anger and madness in them. This land likely had people of the same sort and he could very easily have been that. "Does sir want to be called something?"
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on Jun 11, 2011 10:59:09 GMT -5
I laughed sardonically. "Oh my dear, you misunderstand. They are not compliments,j they are just truths. Most people would not deem being seen as or treated as a toy as something complimentary. They would see it as demeaning. Are women treated as toys in your culture?" I asked her, my lips still smiling as we walked at a steady pace.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on Jun 11, 2011 11:06:22 GMT -5
When he said what he did I nearly stiffened because there was a part of my spirit that completely recoiled at it, but I kept myself relaxed save for a moment of my hand tensing against his arm. I'd come here on my own to escape the punishment of the gods that had come to me when I'd run from the marriage arranged by my family so I wouldn't be a toy. One didn't choose where the wind blew them though. "Women are status," I replied in a polite, modest tone. "More wealthy, more women you have. Emperor has many wives, more concubines, and are toys for pleasure. Is same everywhere."
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on Jun 15, 2011 9:21:50 GMT -5
"Hmm, I think I might like this country of yours," I said with a dark chuckle. "Here, the more wealthy you are the more ass you can afford, but no one has more than one wife, or mor ethan one husband... consorts, yes, but usually just one, so I guess we're not quite the same here. We just fuck whatever and whoever we want," so long as they are consenting, though I did not add that last part. What she did not know from my lips at least, would not harm my desires much. "So were you a welathy woman, a family woman, destined to be one of many wives, or a concubine?" I asked, looking down at her.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on Jun 15, 2011 9:38:01 GMT -5
What he said didn't surprise me; I'd heard from the Tsignani how the d'Angeline men behaved, charming or coercing women to their beds, using them for the evening and not even giving them money afterward. They could only marry one person so there was no need for them to look after any woman save that one unless the girl they desired was prepared to state her price. When he asked me about my background though I hesitated for a moment, biting my lower lip and looking at the ground before I forced myself to relax. What difference would it make here anyway. "Was General's daughter," I said simply. "Father led armies, could have been whatever family decided."
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Post by Milun nó L’Envers on Jun 16, 2011 11:45:33 GMT -5
"Ooooh so I have myself a prim and proper girl," I mused, smiling wryly. "And what do you think your parents would have wanted for you? To please the emperor like so many other daughters did, or to marry into a rich family and be a glittering accessory on some wealthy man's arm?" I queried, wondering idly now what might have pushed her to come to Terre d'Ange, so far away from Ch'in in the first place. Maybe she had sullied her virtue or something like that, and fell into disfavour with her family and was cast out, or maybe she was running from something. I loved a good mystery, and I was not Henri's spy for nothing.
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Post by Sayuri Ai on Jun 16, 2011 11:57:46 GMT -5
He called me prim and proper and a flush rose too my cheeks, though I did my best not to stiffen again or snap. Something in me wondered if he wouldn't have enjoyed the chance to berate me for it and though I'd been away for some time I still remembered many things that happened to women who had too much fire in them. "Could have been anything, but family wanted to marry to another General's son, make a strong empire," I replied a moment later, my voice a bit louder so he could hear me over the other people who passed. For some reason though, in spite of his eerie smile and the blankness in his eyes, I felt like speaking though. "Didn't work. Family saw shame, made deal with ancestors to fix with sacrifice, so left."
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