Desdemona de Bonnel
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Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 19, 2011 1:38:44 GMT -5
I had grown bored with some of the places that I had explored in the city. I was eager to go to some place different and unusual. I made my way to Night's Doorstep and then came into the first tavern I saw. I was dressed in a black dress that ended at my ankles. It had spaghetti straps, and showed just a little bit of cleavage. I knew that my brother wouldn't be happy that I was here, but he had made the decision for us to come to Elua. I was going to find some way of enjoying myself, even if I had to come into a hideous tavern. I walked inside and made my way to the bar. Although I had lived a very wealthy life style, I had never been one to avoid places of ill-dispute. The people here had a variety of talents that other people tended to over look. Sometimes you could even learn more about the city by visiting such places. I only hoped that I would learn something useful. I tapped my hand on the bar and ordered a ale, that I was sure would taste like cow spit. [Image is merely to show style and fabric]
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Alayne Lombard
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Employee at the Bath House
Lost child of the Deveroix household.
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Post by Alayne Lombard on Jun 19, 2011 2:03:29 GMT -5
I'd had an evening off – or perhaps it was just slow, that night. I didn't feel like staying home, even if maybe... ah, I liked windows now. Go figure. But perhaps I'd chance an honest john with good coin, and it was better than staying at home, so I wandered over to the Poulet Gauche. I was clean, and that was already a lot.
I wandered in, waved at the thugs who kept the entrance joyfully, slapped one on the wrist as he pinched my tushe, and sauntered over to the barkeep. “A cider!” I ordered, grinning wide. I wasn't quite well paying attention to those about yet. First, a drink – I'd not had one since Hal had treated me, bless his heart. Second... ah, second, business.
Upon paying better attention to my surroundings, though, I noticed a lot of whispering and finger pointing. In a corner, some thugs were taking bets about someone's rates, another wanted to know how much she charged. I looked around for the source of the commotion, and....
Well.
I just stared. It wasn't about her beauty. It was about her indecency, egad.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 20, 2011 12:06:21 GMT -5
I noticed other people starring and whispering about me, but I paid them no mind- secretly enjoying the attention. I picked up the cup of ale and took a sip. It tasted just as bad as I thought it would. However, when one decided to venture into unsavory places, they would have to handle unsavory drinks as well.
I looked to my left to see a red haired woman, and I could see the shock on her face. Inside, I wanted to laugh, but I kept my composure on my face. I lifted my drink towards her, "Good evening..." My eyes smiled a little at her before I took another swallow of the gross tasting ale.
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Alayne Lombard
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Employee at the Bath House
Lost child of the Deveroix household.
Posts: 329
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Post by Alayne Lombard on Jun 20, 2011 21:52:52 GMT -5
She looked smug – as if breaking convention was something she relished, as if the attention and gawking was a compliment. I thought to myself that she was either very strange, mad, or in dire need of attention. Maybe all three, huh. All kinds of folk tread Night's Doorstep. Maybe she was just bored.
“And to you,” I replied after I'd taken the pint of cider which the barkeep proffered my way. “I suppose I'm going to have to ask what everyone is wondering. What's your price, lady?”
I had no qualms about it. Mine was cheap, but it was part of the deal, part of my life, and it didn't bother me if she was more expensive, or free, or if she was frigid. I cared little, but I was curious. A man next to me chuckled and raised his pint, as if interested in the answer. For myself, I'd have made him pay tenfold my rate, for he was missing a free good teeth, or told him to save it for dentures.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 20, 2011 23:33:32 GMT -5
I laughed softly at her question. I shook my head, "I'm not here to obtain money of any kind. I'm hoping to look for information or perhaps find someone who could gather information for me. Would that be something you would be interested in?" My eyebrows raised slightly. I had a few spies in Kusheth, and it seemed natural that I would find a few appropriate people here in Elua as well. Night's Doorstep seemed the perfect place to find such a person.
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Alayne Lombard
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Employee at the Bath House
Lost child of the Deveroix household.
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Post by Alayne Lombard on Jun 21, 2011 0:06:08 GMT -5
I blinked at her, and wondered why, of all the people in city's dirtiest tavern, this strange woman would ask me. I had no network, no access to folk, and little freedom of movement. “Lady,” I said after a moment, “I'm only a street mutt, and a true whore besides. I don't think you want me for your kind of work.”
Elua, if she insisted, perhaps I'd take her up for it, and save the money. But I'd make sure she'd have signed up for it willingly, and I'd give no garantees on what I told her. Rumors lurked on Night's Doorstep, that was true – but they were often as false as could be, and sometimes had a kernel of truth to them.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 21, 2011 0:39:02 GMT -5
I gave her a smile as she spoke, "Why would your heritage matter to me? You don't need to be a full bred D'Angeline to keep your ears open. I wonder if your customers would have loose lips while they are with you."
My eyebrows raised as I picked up a mug and took a sip. "Are you willing to get your hands dirty?"
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Alayne Lombard
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Employee at the Bath House
Lost child of the Deveroix household.
Posts: 329
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Post by Alayne Lombard on Jun 21, 2011 1:40:20 GMT -5
I'd never thought of myself as mixed – though I'd been dubbed Eiran a few times on account of my hair... I shrugged. I didn't quite well care. Pedigrees were for those who had family trees, and I sure as hell didn't even have a sapling to my name.
“They already are,” I replied. “Name your price.”
I had no idea if I could actually find information for her or not – but if she insisted so much on trusting a stranger and spending money idly, well... she'd only have herself to blame for the quality of the service.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 21, 2011 10:47:02 GMT -5
I laughed softly and held up a hand for a moment, "Not so fast, m'lady. I don't even know your name. I told you what I wanted, but I'm not looking to just start dishing money out. You seem a little quick to grab at a this opportunity...which makes me a bit suspicious..."
I picked up my glass of ale and took a good swallow, "How long have you been a whore?" I asked the question as if we were on a job interview.
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Alayne Lombard
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Employee at the Bath House
Lost child of the Deveroix household.
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Post by Alayne Lombard on Jun 21, 2011 11:22:51 GMT -5
“All my life,” I replied with a shrug. “How long have y ou been a spy master?”
Never, I reckoned. One thing was for sure, if I were trying to hire spies, I wouldn't do it so openly, nor would I do it so quickly. I knew nothing of such occult trades, but I thought I'd be a sneak about it, finding out who was the best candidate first, before making any move.
But heh, what did I know.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 21, 2011 11:45:41 GMT -5
My lips curved up slightly in a cruel smile, "I find that hard to believe. Surely you weren't a whore as a baby. Babies don't usually make good whores, or toddlers for that matter." I just looked at her, wondering if she would explain more.
[OOC: I made a mishap in regards to Des' outfit, it ends to her ankles. The image was just for style and fabric. I somehow ended up writing it wrong too. *smacks head* Sorry about that.]
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Alayne Lombard
Citizen
Employee at the Bath House
Lost child of the Deveroix household.
Posts: 329
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Post by Alayne Lombard on Jun 21, 2011 22:41:36 GMT -5
I found the thought of a babe whore to be more than a little disturbing, and curled my lips in distaste. She was more twisted than I cared to know. I shrugged. “What does it matter to you who I am? That life is all I know, and that is all you need to know. Who's asking for a service, aye? I am not the one asking favors, here, lady.”
With that, I turned to take a sip of my cider, shrugged at her, and proceeded to ignore her, in favor of the crowd which I found more interesting than her.
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Desdemona de Bonnel
Aristocrat
Sister to Duc Castiel de Bonnel; House de Bonnel
Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears?
Posts: 190
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Post by Desdemona de Bonnel on Jun 22, 2011 1:19:06 GMT -5
"It's more of a service for funds...." I clarified quietly. I didn't feel insulted by her response in the slightest. She was throwing away a opportunity, but then again- she didn't seem as useful as I thought she may be. It seemed that she had also lost interest, and so when she turned away so did I. I took one more drink of my ale and then paid for it and made my way to one of the men standing by the wall. I spoke in a soft tone to him and then gestured toward the door. He nodded and immediately followed me out. I had a feeling that this man would be able to give me the information I craved.
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