Bedchamber 1

@Ian Somerhalder () Nah, you are all good! I’ll mirror you as best I can~

I wasn’t sure if he would be standing next to the bed, sitting at the little liquor table, or hiding behind the door (one guy did that and nearly scared the snot out of me) but lone and behold, the man was lounging lazily in the bed, his eyes appearing aware of where he was, but his soul was lost in his mind otherwise. This looked promising- a guy wanting to get drunk, talk and pass out maybe. I came over to the opposite side of the bed from where he was, climbing in to lay with him, wrapping my arm gently over his torso as I laid my head on his chest, like a close friend. “Are you doing okay?” I asked, tilting my head up to look more closely at you pericing blue eyes, draping my netted leg over yours, pressing close to you as I d your side.

@Maia Mitchell ()I apologize for shorter replies, I'm constantly on phone, so can't do as long replies

for the night the only though in my mind is to get relaxed and have a good time with one of the madame's ladies. the idea of returning home to the stern looking, almost forbidden to touch or talk to wife, has me shaking my head and reaching for the liquor that is being provided. resting on the bed and the glass has yet to touch my lips, when my eyes focuses on the door, where the female is leaning against it, and I'm not sure whatever she is being shy, hesitant or just playing coy. still the glass on my lips, I trails my tongue against the rim, tasting small drops there, while my eyes are on her, a hand raises slightly and fingers curl slightly in motion, indicating for her to come closer. "come closer" I say in soft voice, yet in a demand as to make sure she understands what my motion is about.

@Ian Somerhalder I nearly kissed Madam Hyoyln when I learned I had a pre-assigned job for the entire night. No longer did I have to hunt for available men and women in the Parlor, surrounded by satin silk strangers and co workers who were in tighter financial situations than myself. My family and I were getting along right on the baseline of poverty, and this was normal, but a booking...for an entire night... that equalled a good deal of consistently flowing pay for the hours and deeds that would ensue. I had gained a blessing when I didn’t even ask. I thank whoever was upstairs and changed to look presentable. My hair was done up in a loose, yet neat bun, with a lightly tinted red gloss to “purify” my lips (was thinking angelic but y for tonights occasion, needing to figure out as soon as I got into the reserved room my gentlemen’s likes and dislikes). I put on fishnet tights, and my signature (signature because it was practically the only outfit I owned) black leotard that cut open half way up my stomach to reveal some tonnage, and then a black bar holding my chest, that had two black strbugs tried around my neck in a ballerina shoe type of fashion, being the single thing holding my top up as my shoulders and back were exposed completely.
Walking down the brothal’s halls, I memorized the reserved room number toward the back, my black heels flattering my legs as I clicked across the floor. Reaching the door, I knocked three times in warning to my arrival, pausing a moment as to let the gentlemen inside have time to relax, and then opened the doorway.
“Hello~” I immediately spotted my company, leaning against the doorway and gave a little wave before closing the door behind me.