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A naive Black Jeweled witch has destroyed the Territory Court. From its ashes a new court is being constructed, one run by a manipulative killer. As the blood runs in the streets of Goth from open gang warfare, the Steward of Little Terreille begins a gambit to rebuild the Territory from the ground up and challenge the Star of Kaeleer.
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Offline Fairuz Catullus

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Breaking Good Coin
« on: May 14, 18, 08:51:47 PM »

The Lady ain't a tramp, just 'cause she bounce it up and down like a trampoline ...


It was quiet before opening hours, and Fairuz relished in the near-silence except for the music that played at a low volume despite that loudness would have suited the particular mix of percussion far better. The Hearth Witch had settled herself on the center stage in the downstairs section of the Greyling's Muse, which she recently had been given half the shares of as both stockholder and Officially, half owner of. There had been a sense of giddiness in the woman, as she had long been used to being either the glorified help, primary Courtesan, or a variety of other odd jobs in her ninety two years of life.

Her title as such that Prince Breckinridge had given on paper was Procuring Madam, as she was the one responsible for finding ladies willing to work not only for a variety of sensual concerns, but the mundane. Drinks and food wouldn't pour and serve themselves, and nor did any of the business get ordered and delivered all by itself. Fairuz moreover, wasn't the sort that liked the calling of Lady. In her time with the Hell Lords, she hadn't particularly understood proper Protocol, nor did that kind of thing matter at all on the streets of Goth where she had evaded every bit of evil imagined to just survive.

Memory of her father, a good man, had been the one bright light that kept Fairuz away from so many cruelties. Prince Tartarus Catullus had been a native of Little Terreille, and she had known no strife or difficulty. Not until after his death, and there was no family save herself and the debts had taken the Hayllian Rose Jewelled Warlord Prince well before his time. All she knew about her mother was that the woman had been involved with her father and that she was Pruulian by heritage, but hadn't been terribly interested in being a mother, given that she had literally done the doorstep maneuver by leaving her at the Warlord Prince's house as an infant.

On the whole, Fairuz considered herself lucky. Warm brown fingers lightly touched the stack of papers next to her, completed order forms for the new stage flooring that she had decided to change out. It was the first of her decisions for the Muse that her partner - that word really gave the Hearth Witch a feeling almost as good as the idea of owning something all of her own - had simply said, 'do as you see fit, but I don't wish to return to an grotesque doxy house when I visit'.

Full lips twitched while she threaded her hands through her thick, dark hair. Today, the curls spilled around her shoulders and down her back, while the half brown and gold of her eyes made painfully clear her partial heritage as much as the hair type. True Long Lived people didn't have anything save straight black hair. Her own had subtle brown hints in the right light after the sun had affected it. A straight black a-line skirt which fell to her calves had been her preference before opening, paired with a red blouse that was simple and timeless. Under the skirt of course, were the pricey expected under-pieces that one might presume a woman of her trade preferred, when really the issue was personal taste. Why settle for less when one could have a little more?

Three inch stiletto heels made the whole outfit, in a similar deep red.

A firm, rather business like knock at the back door tore Fairuz's attention away from the pile of papers on the stage. Carefully organizing them in stacks per topic, she rose to her feet, smoothing the skirt and peering at herself in one of what had to be a hundred elegant mirrors around the walls. Thoughtful eyes considered the little music globe floating next to her shoulder, and instead of turning it off, she let it follow after her. After all, there were exceedingly low chances of anyone important showing up at this hour. With the firm conviction of a woman that had gone through a variety of hells before life tossed a little gain in her lap, the Lady went to go meet whomever she heard walking in, as apparently the last time she'd been to the door, Fairuz had forgotten to lock it.

"Hello? Who's there?"

She lifted a stylish baseball bat from the collection behind her desk and swung it round in a circle over her wrist; this one was a pretty silver trimmed with bright Opal that suited her colourful tastes. It wouldn't do much against anyone really trying to do harm, but these had been bought especially Craft reinforced by Breck himself at the level of a Cut Sapphire. Made her feel a thousand times better too, holding it over one shoulder. For a minute, she posed in the mirror, checking out her makeup. Still looking good for a fight and a party, but beautifully understated.

Very Nice.

"Lessa and I don't much care for surprises, so I'd really recommend an answer! I'll count to ten. One. Two, ... Ten!"

If one had asked her, she wasn't really out to hurt anyone, but damned unknown and especially stronger, darker Craft that she could sense just enough for survival put the Hearth Witch on edge. There had been a good few too many Aristo males that had formerly had ties to the splintered Hell Lords and looking for her services whom didn't care for the word no sniffing about. Fairuz swung hard at a sense of something that made her knees feel like jellied dessert, aware almost in regret that she could have just brightened the witchlight and being alone in the place made her comfortably forgetful about details like that.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #1 on: Jul 06, 18, 03:33:06 PM »
When he needed to be, the man called Steel could be an infinitely patient man. It was a lesson his father had taught him young, and taught him well. He'd seen the truth of it played out time and time again, how easily the best-laid plans could be so quickly torched by one person's unwillingness to wait. Laying an effective trap was only half the work, after all. Waiting patiently for it to be sprung was often the more difficult endeavor.

He wasn't about setting traps this morning, but avoiding them. Still, it was that same refined skill of patience which allowed him to ease his way without issue through the various and sundry security measures protecting Greyling's Muse from intrusion. It was a tall enough order to move through those webs and latent spells without setting them off; doing so without leaving behind proof of his trespass was the real accomplishment, though it was one he rose happily to meet. It'd been a while since he'd had to engage in such skullduggery on his own behalf. He'd built up enough resources in Dena Nehele that employing the guilds to do such work for him had suited his needs. Having relinquished the bulk of his fortune for the sake of following his beleaguered friend through the Dark Gate, it was necessity rather than choice that had him getting his own hands dirty, here.

Still, he found he'd rather missed it. It felt good to skulk about again, invisible to all but the Darkest Jeweled, most vigilant Blood. It was gratifying to find himself inside the well-appointed offices of the Muse without having tripped a single alarm. He'd had to dip into his Gray to pull it off, as there seemed to be a great deal of power from a fairly Dark Jewel involved in the precautions, but he didn't mind that so much. It felt good to be challenged.

He'd spent a good part of the morning getting acquainted with the Territory's Master of the Guard in spite of the Prince's absence. At least, he'd acquainted himself with the man's business sense and what priorities he could glean from sifting through his offices. Steel had been afforded the opportunity to meet and gauge the Territory Queen, her Steward, and her First Escort, yet Algernon Breckenridge had yet to cross his path. He could appreciate that a fellow with both a Territory court and a thriving business to tend to maintained a busy schedule, but that in no way diluted Steel's desire to see just what kind of people made up this court to which Davos had bound them. So here he was, rifling through Breckenridge's things like he had a right to do so.

Focused as he was on his task, even Steel found himself in danger of being distracted when one of Breckenridge's employees arrived early. Oh, it was easy enough to keep himself hidden and skirt around the places she moved, but she was as handsome a woman as Steel had laid eyes on in recent days, and part of him was thankful when she took her work elsewhere in the building to tend to it so that he could finish his quiet intrusion without having to fight the urge to watch the way that skirt hugged her curves just so.

Later, when he found himself down by the stage watching her anyway, he told himself it was because the stacks of papers she was working on were ones he hadn't rifled through, and he ought to at least see what they were about for completeness' sake. After all, if this was the new partner Breckenridge had just appointed, her work may tell him as much as the Prince's would.

But even some remarkable scenery couldn't keep him there all day, and eventually Steel grew tired of waiting for the woman to take a break in her work so that he could slip over and investigate. He was a patient man, but the longer he sat there, the more he thought he might like to come back during business hours for the sake of speaking with the mix-blooded siren, and the less content he felt to lurk about like some sort of ghostly voyeur. So he gave in, in a rare moment of impatience, and summoned a tendril of telekinetic Craft to create a knock at the back door. The woman got up to answer, though Steel took longer than was strictly necessary to watch and make sure she went all the way there (that backside! -knucklebite-) and was out of line of sight before he invisibly took her place at the stacks of paper she'd made. He gave them only cursory glances before the woman's threats towards the intruder who wasn't there pulled his attention away and left him smirking to himself. So, she was a beauty and a spitfire, he charted, affirming for himself that he'd have to make his way back here later.

"Later" wound up being the following week. Steel donned one of the tailored suits he took so much pride in (a dark gray number with a crisp white shirt and a navy tie), and headed back to the Muse in search of some recreation rather than work. He'd done plenty of work before going, after all, having dug up anything he could about the lovely Lady Catallus since his intrusion the week prior. Though he presented himself as someone interested in merely having a drink for the moment in a more refined setting than the local pub, it was the half-blooded Hearth Witch he sought while he waited to be served. As was the norm while out in public in Little Terreille, Steel's Offering was hidden and masked. He wore his Sapphire as his Offering, arrayed in a bracelet around one wrist. An Opal, wrapped in webs to quietly project the relevant psychic impression, decorated his tie as his Birthright.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #2 on: Jul 07, 18, 09:42:31 AM »
The papers that Fairuz had been tending to the previous week had been sales and defence receipts, all of which were perfectly and elegantly organised as one might expect of a Hearth Witch that had spent her youth among one of the most frightening and possibly lucrative of the gangs of Goth. Her time with Prince Breck had been spent in properly getting training and taking what had been skills for survival and making them into a true professional presence. As such, Fairuz could deal both with the Territory Court above board and legally as well as in the darkest gullies of Goth and come out as clean as a white rose, almost.

Though she was unaware, Steel would have been able to gain his fill on the knowledge of the business side run by the Master of the Guard of Little Terreille, even though more of that lately was solely on her for running. The responsibility was immense, and more than anything, she didn't want to ruin it. So far, she'd led the gain of approximately twenty percent in profits since the destruction of the Hell Lords, and that hadn't counted the money that Breck had been squeezed by before they had been destroyed.

Not that he'd really had any choice in paying up at the time, despite bearing the Opal and a Sapphire. Today, Breck was at the Territory Court Tower. Business this hour at the Muse was busy enough, but most clients here at this hour were regulars and already had been seen to. It left the primary front section as well as the plush area where the grey-suited male had taken a place to sit for himself empty except for him. She noticed the man after the bartender had pointed him out to her just before he went to take his break, leaving her to act as 'tender for a few minutes. Normally, she did not approach potential clients directly, for a considerable number that came to the lower levels of the Muse already knew what they were here for and what they wanted, or needed. Fairuz consulted her incredible memory and couldn't recall ever seeing the impressively clothed Prince in the establishment. She pondered waiting for the bartender to return, who was another Glacian, they had a few, as well as some others like her, partial or half Long-Lived employees and everything in between. Manicured clear buffed nails tapped the beautiful, polished blackened wood bar while she studied the man from beneath lowered lashes.

It was perhaps unfortunate for Fairuz that he was her type for the only kind of business she allowed, temporary even in the long term: well dressed, and appeared to have taste, intellect, and money. I do not need to get in any more trouble, she thought with a grumble even as her heeled stiletto feet were already taking her toward his direction with a black leather-backed menu collected in her hands just in case. Biting her lower lip, and unable to see through the ruse, she felt the sense of the Opal Jewel that seemed so innocuously safe like her own, then the Sapphire, which stilled her steps for a moment. Breathe. He just needs service. It isn't like before, she told herself while pulling on a pretty and subtly seductive smile that neither offered nor poured itself into his space as some Courtesans that were less skilled.

Dark curly hair just shy of a perfect midnight was mostly tucked in a chignon at the back of her head, while some fell loose around her face all the way to her hips. The dark kohl around her eyes made the golden and whiskey coloured eyes stand out sharply in all the warm brown of her presence. Instead of a cloying perfume, the faintest scent of delicate vanilla soap, irises, and honey were apparent when she moved close, but not in the Prince's space. She was familiar enough working with Breck that she could step just near enough without being an irritant. Most of all, she didn't advertise.

In proper Hearth Witch style, every fold of her silk gown, today in a stunning sapphire that almost burned against her skin and fell to the ankles. Hints revealed enough of the calves and thigh to sate even a dead man while whispering class enough that she could easily have been taken to the Opera as much as forcefully bent roughly in a carriage. The top of the dress covered her curves completely, while the slit in the gown was only apparent when she moved, otherwise the Courtesan seemed murderously modest in her presentation. "Welcome to Greyling's Muse, Prince, I believe," she remarked warmly, straightening his table and smoothly placing a card marked private in a lovely scrolling set of letters so that no one else would think to sit at his booth. Her movements were practised and elegant. Like any Hearth Witch worth her training, everything about her was soothing in the way any fatigued man that needed a break from the deadly sharp-edged realities of the world could fall into if desired. The precision of him, not any scent that she could discern made her think of the Caste, though she wasn't absolutely sure.

Carefully, she placed the menu before him and it opened with a twitch of her left brow. "What is your pleasure to ease your day and whet your tongue?" Of course, she was none the wiser that he had already been there just last week. By the time her attention was on Steel, the bartender was back and taking care of one of the booths in the back. Folding her hands, she stepped to the left, being sure to remain outside of any potential blind spot, and in front of the man where he could see her clearly. "You strike me as a man that delights in a reasonable variety of life. Top shelf port or a good wine, perhaps? Or is it more simple brandy or whiskey? If you need a meal, we can provide that as well." There were other pangs of hunger, but the known policy for Greyling's Muse was that the guest had to request those, which would have been apparent when Steel had been perusing everything he could.

Only a handful of people might have been able to pin her for him if he had been thorough as the former, famed Lady Starlight. Fairuz had been owned by an Aristocratic quarter-blooded Hayllian in league with the Hell Lords, among others. Not even she had been aware how many times her contract had changed hands among the 'Lords to keep her from getting free of them until the very end when Breck had crushed a man's neck for her, purchasing her contract and debts outright. She was proud a little just now, that her hands didn't tremble to serve this one.

It helped that he was terribly lovely to look at, something in him calling to that sense of absolute survival in her. She briefly straightened the double string of black pearls at her neck, having matching ones decorating her ears, subtle and pleasant. All of it was window dressing for the pure fire of the woman underneath.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #3 on: Jul 10, 18, 10:26:24 AM »
Steel had come to Greyling's Muse tonight with the firm expectation that it would need to be the first of several trips before he managed to get himself in front of the hearth witch he sought. After all, he knew better than most that she was not merely an employee of the place, but a partner. It seemed unlikely to him that she'd be tending to customers personally, and he'd expected to have to run some kind of light ploy in order to see her. While it wasn't beyond him to suss out the staff list and the work and break schedules in hopes of organizing some kind of seemingly organic meeting between the two of them, he hadn't yet done so. No, it was sheer coincidence that had placed the hearth witch at the bar that night, and likely the same phenomenon had been the cause of her opting to see to Steel herself rather than waiting for the bartender to return and do it for her. It amused the secretive Prince to see so much potential effort made neatly obsolete by nothing more than a graceful turn of chance.

He took no pains to disguise the fact that her movement towards him caught his attention, and he watched her as she approached with the kind of curious openness one might normally afford an incoming stranger. His gaze dipped just once, enough to visibly take in the whole of her dress and shape without lingering long enough to seem lecherous. He focused more on her face, on the eyes that seemed too warm to be looking at a stranger and the little smile that magically tugged an answering curve into his own lips.

"Good evening," he returned to her greeting, a soft nod of his head affirming her estimation of his caste. She asked about his choice of drink or meal, and the Prince's pale eyes sparkled with mirth. He seemed on the verge of a laugh, though there was something much warmer than humor behind the way his eyes followed her. He studied not only the way she held herself and the curve of her cheek, but her psychic scent as well. It was almost reflexive these days, to tease free all of the delicate little details that most Blood overlooked when considering the psychic impressions of others.

"Quite the conundrum you've presented, dear Lady," he pointed out, no trace of his native accent coloring his words. His was the cadence of an everyman, from everywhere and nowhere at once. It wasn't an uncommon thing in a place like Little Terreille. His bearing was unhurried, hammered smooth by the sort of easy confidence most often worn by wealthy businessmen or high level courtiers. He held himself like a man accustomed to success, a man unafraid of taking well-measured risks.

"How can I ever be satisfied with anything on a menu now?" he asked her, allowing the weight of his appreciative gaze to drive home the fact that it was the woman herself, and none of the offered refreshments, that might ease his day. He let that thought stand rather than diluting it with a fuller smile or some lighter comment that would allow her to easily demure. Only after a pause enough to denote his sincerity did he lower his eyes and glance briefly at the menu she'd set on the table. He made no move to pick it up, nor to even read it where it stood. He merely glanced at it, then returned his eyes to the beauty before him.

"What do you drink?" he asked her, instead. "And, if I ask for two of them, will you sit and drink one with me?" His mouth slanted into a slightly more mischievous sort of smile and he added, "If you ask me, it's the least you can do after shattering any hope I might've had of leaving here satisfied."

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #4 on: Jul 10, 18, 12:37:00 PM »
The Hearth Witch did not like setting herself above and beyond the heart of the Greyling's Muse. Being close to the people allowed Fairuz to thrive: the common Blood male with a good few marks to call his own. On the street, that kind of man might have been loud and boisterous, and simple with his tastes but the Muse inspired a kind of elegance available to everyone so long as they could pay.

This Prince was at least a cut above most, Fairuz decided. Men never actually wanted her, they wanted who she could be for them. Short of a choice, fair-skinned persona that she would have to direct a gentleman to a number of her talented, beautiful colleagues, she could be anyone. There was a moment she considered lying, for most would never have noticed the difference. The Lady Catullus had spent her entire life running, lying, or a various kaleidoscope of blended options.

As a Hearth Witch, she was aware with a fluttering delight that he was aware of her observation of him, just as much Fairuz noticed him take in her every movement down to psychic impressions. She tended to alter those impressions for each male encountered so mystery remained, but there was a central aspect. The accent was a stunning facsimile, that much she picked up on after a few moments in deep concentration, but it was the absolute flawlessness that almost had the woman wanting to believe in it. Moreover, that she could not pick up even the smallest hint of his real speech caused her pulse to quicken. Most women would have fallen for the surface picture. The colour that bloomed in Fairuz's cheeks was because she could not see beyond the ruse.

Damn, he's good.

She all but ached with curiosity to know, despite the fact that the knowledge would have driven the gentleman into the smoke and mirrors, and the severe likelihood that she would never see him again in this guise. So she stopped looking.

"Conundrum?" Fairuz's lips twitched with amusement before a professionalism snapped back into place. Careful, baby girl. He'll clean his teeth with you and keep walking. That unhurried, calmly powerful presence of him was far too much her type and had been what had gotten her into trouble and owned by the Hell Lords in the first place. Realising that he had been taken in by the presence of the madam, she chuckled.

It was the laugh of a woman that had been around the roughest blocks with an affable, professional veneer laced through and over the top. Middle soprano with dark alto tendencies. Her laugh had been one of the prizes that she wasn't allowed to gift to a client without permission.  Now, she delighted in honest amusement where she damned well pleased and was humble with it, not forgetting the rough and tumble of her roots.

"A single drink with the lady of the house is free once a week, Prince," she murmured before leaning into just shy of the man's personal space and not one millimetre over. She murmured for privacy. "More is prohibitively expensive, Prince. A wise man would nurse that one drink to hell and back before the final curtain signalled its end." Fairuz turned and walked once past the front of his table and back to the Prince's side after letting the whispers of a sensual tension hold for a mere three seconds.

"I am fond of a variety of drink creations, but there is one or two that I delight in. An infusion of scotch and arak paired with honey, orange bitters and a hint of very good tea. If the sound appeals I would be pleased to bring one sample to you, before you try an entire drink," If he was well travelled enough, the Prince would know that arak was served both in Pruul and Raej in a variety of ways, and could be found in Nharkava as well as an import, but not with honey. It was a bittersweet drink, with a flowering of distinct anise.

For a moment, she thought his eyes were blue, but because Fairuz was a woman that had earned her living with subtleties the actual colour turned her senses inside out just a little.

Oh. He has grey eyes.

For a moment Fairuz wondered if he could afford her.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #5 on: Jul 11, 18, 04:58:56 PM »
The Prince remained where he was while Fairuz leaned a little closer, though he made no effort to disguise the fact that he wouldn't mind it if she came even closer still. It was something in that little ghost of a smile he wore, something in the way his eyes seemed both sober and amused at the same time. He had his passions, like any of the Blood, but he was a man who saw himself as civilized, as well. There'd be no gauche grabbing of what he wanted, nor even acknowledgement of the fact that he'd already begun to imagine having his hands on her. He waited, with all patience and ease, because there were rules to this game.

"Darling," he said, while that smile tugged a little deeper, and his eyes held evenly to hers. His tone was quiet, the endearment meant only for her, and was laced with just the slightest hint of playful chastisement, as though she ought to know better. "Nothing is free." He paused, and almost as an extension of the conversation he walked his eyes down the length of her, then back up and met her eyes once more. If she'd doubted the notion that he referred to suffering on account of her, she might be assured of it by that glance, and the way that he didn't seem put off, even by the notion of a price. "But sometimes even the most demanding of costs are worth it."

She moved and he waited there for her, allowing more of a smile when she described the drink she wanted him to try.

"I'm not here for sampling," he told her. "And I hear fortune favors the bold. If it's what you like, I'll take one. Something tells me I'll quite enjoy exploring your taste." In drinks, he could've said there, but didn't. The mirth that glittered quietly in his gaze was the only acknowledgement of the turn of phrase, though. Whether Fairuz left at once to order their drinks or whether she lingered, Steel inclined his head just slightly to one side.

"Will you tell me your name, Lady?" He knew it well, by now, but there was no reason to betray that. What's more, he was rather curious to hear her say it, anyway.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #6 on: Jul 18, 18, 06:00:37 PM »
If he had been more overt, Fairuz probably would have rolled her eyes and simply endured as she had long possessed the training and survival instinct to do. Instead, came the truly unexpected. She understood his interest through what the Prince chose not to do. The very way he said 'Darling' sped all the way with a buzz to the heels of her feet. The Hearth Witch didn't really have a witty commentary quickly enough to offer a rebuttal that had any kind of truth to it, because the man wasn't wrong. If she had been younger, less cynical, more of a lot of things, the look that skimmed over her form would have been enough to draw forth a blush. But these days it took more to get a real rise, though she did not think by any means that this particular Prince could not rise to the challenge if he so wished. So she answered his smiles with just slightly more enthusiasm than his. A client, in her experience, liked to know they were appreciated and noticed. Skilled fingertips skimmed near the fabric of his very fine suiting.

"Then you'll have what you want," Fairuz said in agreement. She still had no idea what he would even seek beyond the drink if it would be anything at all beyond her time. Many men that she encountered just wanted time with a woman with all of her attention focused on them. That they could imagine the sound of her voice, her mind, the body was truly theirs. "The pleasure of my presence, but not a mere sample," she allowed, playing on the words that he'd started. Obviously, she meant the drink, but a good Courtesan worth her salt would never turn down more.

Turning in her heels to see that said drink was ordered, the sound of his voice again asking a simple question seemed to made to drag out her libido and beat her in the face with it for fun. It took an effort to restrain her laughter. Instead, Fairuz's shoulders shook a little as she turned, the smile upon her face deep in her golden and brown touched eyes. "My name? It is Fairuz," she answered, with the correct Pruulian emphasis on vowels, a flipped 'r' and a guttural accent entirely different from the rest of her ordinary, Goth speech.

Slowly she turned on her heels again to let him have the view while going to put in the drink order, which she had years ago taught the bartender how to make. Now, he made the Arak and Scotch infusion almost better than she did. While he made it, however, she lent the man her Hearth Craft for every step of the process. For the tea, they used a spicy cardamom. On a tray, she brought the pair of drinks with a flourish before hooking the tray to the underside of the table. A clever addition that had been her own design. She pulled in a chair just shy of being very close within the Prince's space. Now settled in a seat, she took a generous drink of the strong, spicy and sweet mixture; his had been made to suit a Sapphire Prince's ability to metabolise, and hers, of course, the Opal, otherwise, the alcohol would not last more than a few beautiful moments. "Your name? I could keep calling you Prince, but surely there is something else you like to hear? Really, I am willing to call you anything you want. Play by the rules, Prince, and you are safe here."

Fairuz brushed her knee slowly, and subtly against his lower thigh as if she had all day to contemplate his eyes. "What brings you to the Muse? Curiosity? Do you enjoy such establishments?" It was not often that she truly liked a client, and sometimes, needed to falsify her delight, as had been the case with the last ... four ... six ... nine, if she were honest. This case even for a drink was proving remarkably different. Even for a drink, she intended to make sure he didn't want to leave, and if he did, the cockstand he'd have at just the thought of her would cause the desire for an emptying of a wallet on heroic proportions. Random utterances and motions were infused with that sense of the perfect home that a Hearth Witch could give. Wearing the Sapphire, the man didn't even need to let it affect him, but the choice lay there to take.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #7 on: Jul 19, 18, 11:04:07 AM »
"Fairuz," he repeated, when she gave her name. Though he was certainly not a native Pruulian, he replicated the turns of the pronunciation as well as a non-native could be expected to. Not only that, but he seemed to enjoy doing it, as though the name itself was a drink to be savored on the tongue, its taste and nuances explored. "Lovely," he decided, more to himself than to her, as she'd made her way to the bar by then. He watched her from his seat as she assisted the barkeep and while she returned to him, seeming the endlessly patient gentleman, for the most part. The way his eyes followed her was perhaps the only true betrayal of how sharply his interest was focused upon her, that universal tell that even if he'd originally come here only for drinks and chatter, it wasn't where his mind was now.

The hearth witch returned to him, and as she pulled a chair near he shifted, orienting himself towards her while she settled the drinks. She lifted hers to drink and the Prince reached out, breached the unspoken courtesy of restraint for the sake of giving her pause before she took that first sip. Her reaction to that light contact would determine how much it lingered; if she seemed anything but pleased by it, it would be little more than a glancing touch, just something to make her pause. On the contrary if she did not seem opposed to it, it would be slower in falling away. Either way, he lifted his own glass towards her, silently insisting on a toast.

"To expensive tastes, and those who satisfy them," he suggested, his mouth slanting into a quietly playful expression. If she touched her glass to his, that pleased gaze would warm with approval, and then he'd tip back a swallow of the drink she'd ordered. He was quiet for a beat, eyes dropping to the concoction in his glass while he considered the taste of it. "That is... lovely. I enjoy a little bite in my indulgences," he said, nodding his approval of the drink. Another little sip, another thoughtful consideration, but then the Lady easily reclaimed his eyes when she spoke again. He smiled in response, perhaps the fullest, most mischievous smile he'd allowed yet, fleeting but present.

"I can think of a number of things I'd enjoy hearing you call me, I'll admit. But most people call me Steel. Jason Steel, if we're being formal, but most simply use the latter. This is my first time in this establishment, however. Are the rules here different than normal? I'm not unfamiliar with a house of leisure, but already I can see this place is... different."

The brush of her knee against his thigh was anything but unnoticed, though Steel gave little visible indication that he'd felt it. Other senses were liable to pick up the interest she was gradually stoking, if she was paying attention to such things. There was something in the more subtle part of these dances that spoke to him; he enjoyed the waltz of minds as much or more as the more carnal sort of foreplay, sometimes.

"I enjoy them in the sense that I find them convenient," he admitted, when she asked about his thoughts on Houses. He settled more comfortably into his seat, now turned more fully towards her. His voice dipped to something softer, sounding more like an intimate conversation between friends than the small talk between strangers it was. Perhaps it was a ploy on his part to put her at ease, or perhaps her Craft had done the same to him. "I am a business man and I am a Blood male, and the two are not always entirely complimentary truths. It's a matter of practicality, much of the time," he told her, letting her fill in the gaps as far as how his nature, when left untended, might interfere with his business sense. "Though I will admit, the Muse has already made promises of being anything but an ordinary experience."



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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #8 on: Jul 25, 18, 11:52:39 AM »
Though the Hearth Witch had not turned fully back around when the Prince repeated her name, it was very clear that she noticed his response, though she did not realise at that moment how much. The slight pause in her steps, a twitch of one shoulder, the visible intake of breath. Sadly, she was already gone by the time he had called her name 'lovely'. Even all through having his drink made and offering very minor a helping hand, she noticed him. More so, however, once back at the table. When his hand halted Fairuz's in lifting her glass, she locked eyes with his; golden and brown in a sensual sparring match with perfect, clear grey. That moment as she mulled over the last few minutes the Lady Catullus considered the Prince truly as a potential client. She left her knee very still against his lower thigh, comfortably so, allowing a feeling to settle as if they were old lovers and friends, despite the impossibility.

Fairuz's eyes slid half closed as she tilted back her head, smiling slyly in acknowledgement of the toast. "Expensive ... tastes," she repeated, infusing the words with the layers of meaning that the Prince both did not mean and simultaneously did. The fullness of his smile that followed was a ripple down her spine. The Hearth Witch watched with a welcoming presence for a little while as he drank and spoke while her attention remained with a warm contentment even as her gaze properly swept the rest of the Muse every so often just to make absolutely certain all was well. The likelihood of anything going wrong at this hour at least was slim, but Fairuz had a delight in her work from the business end of long hours of paperwork to decorations and fashion selections to the sensual. While many courtesans struggled to falsify their enjoyment of what they did, she had spent many years in some of the worst possible situations. As such, being part-owner of the Muse was akin to a small paradise and it showed. "Do you? How excellent." In response, the woman's smile widened carefully.

"I do not think I have a lady on site that dislikes a man with a little preference for a bite. Some sharpness can be very wonderful, with the right hands tending the matter, of course." Slowly, the Hearth Witch drew in a breath, seeking what very little of any possible psychic impression she could obtain once more from him. It took effort not to bite her lower lip when once again she noticed almost nothing from him. That very absence and almost normality made her want to know more, have more. Again, Fairuz took a drink and let her eyes wander. She complimented the span of his shoulders, the width as well as length of his hands and fingertips with her calm and very unhurried wandering gaze.

"Jason Steel," she murmured. "Steel, it is then," Fairuz confirmed, though the second time it was just outside of too close to his ear, dancing achingly upon the line of Etiquette and Protocol blended together. The uptick of tone in her alto voice just shy of a dusky soprano gave a clue of what she might sound like calling him anything he liked, but only just barely. Her laughter at his question was well mannered and flattering. Her fingertips skated slowly near the skin of Steel's hand nearest her while she deliberately attempted to lock eyes with the Prince once more.

"Mmmh, Welcome then, to the Greyling's Muse. It is indeed as you say, different," Fairuz murmured while rolling her shoulders and finally, shifting the position of her knee. "Ah, pardon me," she interrupted herself, as she slid her knee up and then slowly along Steel's thigh so smoothly that it really did seem accidental before crossing said leg over her opposite knee. She smiled at that moment because the idea was for him to miss the contact at least a little. "The Muse occupies a special place between a neutral gendered entertainment club and a Red Moon House. Neutral, because we cater to anyone that needs a variety of ... services. Courtesy, Protocol and a tight structure are incredibly important to us. I like my girls, those that identify as neither male or female - yes indeed, we do that too, and the men I have on staff to feel at home here, just as much as our clients. Privacy matters very deeply to me, and the rules are very clearly aligned toward the favour and safety of the employee while considering the pleasure of every client ..." Fairuz paused and took a reasonably long drink after so much explanation, but also allowing Steel to have time to parse through everything she had said.

Despite the fact that she was not aware of the Prince's knowledge, what she had explained would have precisely matched up to the details he had already learned. "I have spoken on for some moments, though you are right. If the Muse is ordinary, it is in the sense of the ordinary being beautifully unforgettable. If you were to depart, after finishing this drink of yours, it would be most important that the establishment remains in your memory for some time." Fairuz walked her fingers next to and around Steel's hand, before laying her hands still upon the table.

"Humour me if you do not mind, love. A question I allow most clients to answer, but since you are new to the Muse, I'll ease you into the game. One intimate-platonic activity, one type of courtesan, one type of intimate-platonic touch. Presuming you can afford all of them, what would be one of your favourites and one that you despise?" The Hearth Witch's hands remained beautifully still upon the table, returning to that position each time after sipping from her drink. She delighted in the fact that he gave very few visual clues of his interest, but in verbal, and even subtle measurement there were several. She let her eyes fall to his collar before rising to Steel's face directly once more. The beauty in discussing everything except for the sexual was to allow the sensual to be all the more desired and intriguing.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #9 on: Jul 25, 18, 07:55:49 PM »
"Indeed. Though we shouldn't find that terribly surprising, should we? We are Blood; for a people who so closely conflate  passion and violence, it's no wonder that we sometimes blur the lines between pleasure and pain," he said, in regards to her comment on bite. There was nothing terribly unusual in the man's psychic impression at the moment. At Fairuz's searching she'd find affirmation that he was a Prince wearing the Opal and Sapphire, and that he was calm but engaged. Though he'd arrived with a reading that'd painted him as entirely relaxed, Fairuz was doing a fine job of slowly injecting a familiar sort of tension into his bearing, subtle proof that he was far from immune to her charms. When she turned her head to nearly whisper his name into his ear she was greeted with a gentle but undeniable spike in that interest. She let her eyes wander but his remained fixed on her, observing shamelessly as she evaluated the breadth of his shoulders and the shape of his hands. She knew her trade well. He played at not noticing the way her hand slipped so near to his without touching, but the steady increase in the warmth behind his eyes and the desire in his scent gave him away.

"Not at all," he murmured, when she apologized. He looked away from her and took a sip of his drink instead of yielding to the urge to reclaim some sort of touch from her after she'd removed her knee. It was an old trick but a sly one, and one that had not suffered any for its age. He enjoyed the subtlety of it, and he enjoyed knowing that she bloody well knew what she was doing. If his smile seemed a little more humored than it otherwise would be at hearing the details of how the House worked, perhaps it was only his pleased appreciation of the minx at his side.

"Hmm," was all the response he made, at first, to her question. That ponderous rumble, soft as it was, was matched by a thoughtful crease which visited his brow. He studied his drink instead of the courtesan because he wasn't foolish enough to hope that even he wouldn't be distracted by her wiles, and he sincerely wanted to consider her query.

"I hope you'll forgive me for saying as much, darling, but I find your question to be flawed. In part, at least," he told her, meeting her eyes again once his thoughts were in order. A faint smile lingered about his mouth, and he glanced briefly towards the table to indicate it, where he turned his hand palm up so that she might set her hand in his.

"May I?"

If she obliged he'd cradle just the bend of her fingers with his own, a light and unobtrusive touch. While he spoke, his thumb alone moved in a seemingly thoughtless stroke along the upper part of her middle finger, back and forth between the knuckles of that finger, gently and slowly warming the skin there.

"I cannot say there is a 'type' of courtesan I favor, aside from a genuine one." His smile deepened, his head tipped down a little so that when he arrested her eyes once more, it was with a slightly more conspiratorial air. "Let me explain before you name me a fool. I understand that it is often the very nature of a courtesan's role to become whatever her patron most desires. I can go see a show if I desire an actress, though. Such complex and individual creatures, we all are. It is enough for me to untangle the matter of who my partner might be during our acquaintance. That extra catering, the theatrics, they only get in the way. Though, it would be unfair to say I didn't still enjoy someone trying to play a role. A skilled courtesan is a skilled courtesan," he allowed, with a slant to his smile once more. The down-side of having such a refined palate for sensing the psychic scent of others was that it wasn't a habit that was easily turned off. Everyone lied, to different degrees, and Alexander had made such a habit of acquainting himself with the truth of the auras around him that it was nearly instinctual at this point. If a courtesan wasn't in the trade entirely by choice, it wasn't a truth he could easily escape. It tended to ruin an evening, on the rare occasion he encountered it. There was nothing quite so apt at cooling a libido as the thought that one's partner was there out of obligation.

"If you're inquiring as to what type of woman I most enjoy--" he started to say, but then paused and smirked, letting his gaze linger. "Well, I believe we've already arrived at an answer to that, haven't we?" His voice dropped a notch in tone, but he released her from whatever tension might have arisen there by drawing in a breath and letting his eyes drop for a beat, as though searching for the thought he'd had before interrupting himself.

"As for activities and touches, however, I don't believe that most of them are inherently platonic or otherwise. That has little to do with the act itself, and everything to do with the intent and state of mind of the people involved. I've done nothing more than hold your hand, technically speaking," he pointed out. After such a steady, nearly hypnotic rhythm of the pad of his thumb sliding over the meat of her finger, he interrupted the gesture by gently realigning his stroke so that it fell just to one side of that finger, into the seam between her middle finger and her index. It was a small change, insignificant in all ways except one. Had someone a mind fixed on things of a carnal nature, one might imagine that steadily persistent stroke as a sort of physical allegory. The gentle parting of her fingers in such a fashion could so easily bring to mind the parting of her thighs in a similar manner, particularly when considering the quiet hunger that was slowly creeping into the way he beheld her.

"You could say we are only conversing," he added, acknowledging to himself a certain developing thirst for the whiskey in her eyes. Would it even matter if a vintage of that caliber broke his bank or left him aching in the morning? Wouldn't it be worth the taste tonight? One corner of his mouth twitched, just a trace of lightness there despite how very loud in his mind the urge was to touch her face, and test her lips. His voice dropped again, only a touch more solid than a whisper.

"Am I mistaken, Fairuz?" he asked her, searching her eyes for her thoughts on the matter even while his Craft searched her scent. "Is this platonic? It rather feels to me as though we've already begun."

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #10 on: Jul 30, 18, 04:54:37 PM »
Nothing. There was nothing there indeed that Fairuz could sense, other than the fact that his focus was perhaps tighter than she had expected upon her. Perhaps only because the Jewels were at least similar to the man she spent her working days with, did she relax a little more rather than her fear tripping her up. It was the reason she had declined Breck's offer of being the sole owner because in that regard the Lady Catullus was crippled by her fear often enough that it was a little of a wild card.

Steel's calm was soothing but as well as enticing. It told her this man, at this in place and in public, enjoyed subtle seduction. He needed to feel wanted, but what man didn't? A smile warmed her face at the faint spike in desire around him. "We are indeed. But tell me, as I am curious, or you can allow it to remain a mystery for the moment. I would never think to pressure you unduly. How much of a blend do you like, my Prince? Mere hints of given pain, or are you hiding a man that likes to receive under all that incredible, studious calm? I like to know I can ideally please a potential male in every possible way, even if that is just to ease the loneliness that a simple, intimate conversation might give. "

Instead of denying him at that point, Fairuz decided to reward that discipline. When he turned toward a sip of his drink rather than making a gauche or untoward display of his want, the lady settled her leg against the back of Steel's calf in as close to precisely the way it might feel if perhaps her thighs were wrapped around his. It was a light brush, and at random intervals so that he'd have very little idea even if the Prince tried to mathematically predict when she'd touch him. Her expression never once shifted, remaining open and honest.

The tilted nature of her head indicated she was clearly listening to him, it wasn't any kind of falsehood and was the one thing that often got her in trouble when belonging to the Hell Lords: she couldn't fake caring or not caring well. In this profession she'd had her whole life, Fairuz very much did feel a deep compassion for the men that came to her and the few that sometimes stuck around for weeks, months, years. In this case, she could have studied the impression of Jason for quite some time. She smiled when he spoke of her question as being flawed, but offered a kindly, intrigued nod. "Of course I forgive you, given that I expect you to explain it to me." Her smile widened as he asked for her hand; it was easy to place it in the Prince's keeping.

Yet, what she hadn't planned for was the sheer warmth received as Steel spoke paired with the terribly subtle and light touch to her fingers. She could have easily withdrawn from him if uncomfortable and was nothing of the kind. It was something she could almost disregard if Fairuz had not been so very keyed into subtle displays as much as she was overt. Add in the brush from her leg to his on random intervals, the timbre of his voice. If there was a lie in the formation of Fairuz Catullus, it existed in the truth of how terribly lonely she was, which was buried beneath a considerable ruse that women in her profession tended to have if they were skilled.

Despite that, she had no idea if calling herself a genuine courtesan even fit, unless if it appeared in the terms that she truly liked pleasure and delighted in giving it. A release, any kind whether intimate or actively sexual were both delirious in capability and worth, at least to her. "A good answer," she murmured, as he had at least managed to engage her mind in a considerable way. It was clear she would be thinking about what a skilled courtesan's role was for some time to come, and chances were that some of the ladies would end up further refined after some months time. "Thank you," she finished, then paused as he had thoroughly ensnared her moments afterward by implying she was what he wanted. The drop of his voice, the wind up of intensity. It once more took deep skill not to allow her desire for him some kind of voice. Instead, the brilliant sense of it fluttered around Fairuz like some kind of perfectly star-dusted veil.

She lifted her drink with her free hand and took a draught while keeping her eyes on his. As if she were drinking in that perfect silver instead of the alcohol in her glass. "You do much more than flatter me, and very beautifully," she finally replied softly while leaning forward. "I can hardly explain the intense degree to which you have aroused my intellect, and stimulated nearly a philosophical intimation with your perfect manners, Jason," she whispered the entire sentence in his ear while letting the man all but have his way with her hand. At first, encountering him, her motives had been entirely the prestige and stunning reputation of Greyling's Muse.

The shake of her head was very slight in response to Steel's last question, but she smiled. "No. There is as much of a platonic veneer as there is true gentleness to the Blood at this moment. I perhaps ought not to have teased you so, but it seems a crime to let you leave without even a taste of what could be. Does your drink still please you?"

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #11 on: Aug 01, 18, 01:31:08 PM »
That little trace of a smile on his mouth was nearly omnipresent, so that perhaps it was tempting to believe it was simply the shape of his lips, and that the sliver of amusement the expression suggested was merely part of how the Prince looked at rest. He was a man who lived by subtleties, and much of his demeanor and candor bore this out. When Fairuz asked him to detail for her just how much pain he preferred in the bedroom, that little piece of a smile relaxed an infinitesimal amount, and yet it made all the difference in his expression. Paired with how his eyes slipped away from her to sweep the room - a common enough gesture, but one he'd omitted because of his focus on her, until now - that tiny shift would tell the observant that the topic at hand did not interest him as much as those previous.

"Mysteries are something of a hobby of mine," he said while lifting his drink to sample it again. While he indulged, he inventoried the room and those within it, taking note of the Jewels, castes, and positions he could perceive. "If every secret is mapped out before the story begins, how can one hope to be properly gripped by the telling of it?" He returned his attention to her in full at the last, and the renewed sight of her perfectly appointed visage was enough to set the precise arch of his ghost-like smile back to rights. Just a twitch, just the tiniest shift of depth, and yet hearts had been pierced by far smaller affectations.

Fairuz leaned further towards him to whisper in his ear, and the Prince held perfectly still while she did so. His eyes lowered while he listened, giving little indication of the iron-clad restraint required to forbid himself from putting his hands on her here and now. It was not untoward that she teased him; he was here for a purpose, and this was all part of the dance. Even his restraint, his unflinching resolve to keep intimate maneuvers hidden away in more private spaces, was part of it. It was her role here to draw him out, to secure his interest in the wares this place offered. Though she'd had to do very little to accomplish it given his existing attraction to the look of her, he couldn't fault her for doing her work anyway. Not when it was carried off with such elegance, at least.

He turned his head the inch required to find her eyes again when she asked about his drink, and though he'd refused to move any closer, neither did he back away from the nearness she'd chosen to allow him.

"Not nearly as much as yours would," he told her in a quiet rumble, letting his eyes walk down the slope of her cheek and the velvet swell of her lower lip. Only for a heartbeat, though, before he met her gaze again. His own eyes gave proof of the desire smoldering within him, and silently confirmed the fact that he wasn't referring to what she had in her glass. "Will you move with me to a room more private, Fairuz?" Without looking away from her, he slowly lifted her hand in his as he made his entreaty. "I've a mind to strip away some of those manners, if you'd consent to spending your evening with me." Perfectly timed, the rise of his hand carried her hand to his lips, so that a tip of his head after the last word was spoken was all that was required to allow him to press a kiss to her knuckles. It could have been a chaste gesture, for how tidy and proper it was, but the way his hungering gaze held hers lent a bit more heat to the gesture than might have otherwise been there.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #12 on: Aug 01, 18, 03:45:50 PM »
Though the courtesan considered a chuckle at the very idea, the question was one asked because it was important that Fairuz not end up blindsided by that very desire. Yet, the lack of an answer, if one knew what to look for was still a response even if most would never notice, and some less skilled ladies or males might have been rendered severely disappointed by Steel's response. The vanishing of the weight of the Prince's attention, paired with the lack of the small smile that transformed his features did not, however, cause the canny lady the least frustration.

The Lady Catullus was far too deeply into the long game for that. She had borne out too many years in seeking her freedom with the unlikelihood to ever receive it, still managing to hold strong and patient even at the worst of times. Given that she still had no idea if he would remain or no, she debated explaining after listening to the man's opinion on the matter, remaining perfectly patient until his intent, and attention finally swung back around to her. Not to mention, this particular client was far too pleasing to ruin the value of the moment with something so minor.

Yet, while his attention was away, Steel might have noted that there was a slight majority of Warlords that sought assistance, most of them working in or around the Territory Court in a variety of ways, were considered Aristocratic, and at the last, appeared to be regulars. The remainder was divided among dark Jewelled witches and some reasonable number of Black Widows. Some small number more among the masculine were middling Jewelled rather than expressly Light or Dark, while the sheer number of cultural representation was staggeringly expected in the variety that was Little Terreille. When she finally spoke again, it was soft and entreating. "It was not a query intended to unsettle or look ahead in the book, Prince, but one used for the safety of both parties." As she said nothing further upon that topic and as well appeared thoroughly satisfied by the reply, it was a clear note that Steel had managed to pass some kind of test that quite a number of men, in fact, failed.

"Mine?" The reply came to her lips in the same moment following the movement of the Prince's gaze down her face; Fairuz's pulse fluttered just enough when she realised he might well have either meant her physical form as his drink of choice or to tease her by finishing the remainder of her glass. Either one would have been the highest orders of erotica, to the courtesan, but it was mere seconds that followed which confirmed the man's meaning. She couldn't help but pull her lower lip into her mouth, slowly releasing it after what she believed was a reasonable delay to the answer of Steel's question, even though the aforementioned delay was only an illusion because they both knew she had no intention of saying no. "Move with you, privately?"

It was phrasing intended to sound suitably, and subtly additionally sensual than he had immediately allowed. Fairuz dropped her gaze to the hand that slowly enfolded her own, before focusing both on the perfect, warmed grey eyes and the action that paired wonderfully with it, "cannot deny my interest in a viewpoint of you without additional eyes upon us both." The Hearth Witch waited a full minute, brushing her fingers carefully against the hand which held her own, and it was enough that a few, men had turned their heads to watch with a particularly pained envy as she slowly rose to her feet. With her free hand, she drained the rest of her glass, attention never once wavering from Prince Steel. "Delicious," she mused, setting it back down.

"You may have me. I consent." There was a weighted pause on purpose as she smiled. "For the evening." She nodded her head to the double doors beautifully set into the deep sapphire walls, which were very easily missed if one did not know what to look for. "That direction is where we will tarry," Fairuz offered and waited for the Prince to follow suit. If he did so, the courtesan's route to arrive at the doors would have followed a careful path that allowed them to avoid other clients and potentials, at which she'd have unlocked one side of the pair of doors to allow it to fall open slowly. Within, there lay a warmly lit corridor with the same beautiful sapphire colouring, while the ceiling mimicked a starscape that changed every so often when one looked upon it.

"Fourth door, on the left side." Only once they were within, would the outer door gently and silently fall closed, locking from the outside.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #13 on: Aug 01, 18, 09:31:14 PM »
Contrarily, Steel's drink seemed forgotten altogether, holding little promise of quenching anything at all so well as the woman before him might. He rose when she did with a smoothness and quickness indicative of training in the high Protocol of courts, where a man spent so much of his time attending the women around him. Fairuz's concession that Steel might have her gave him pause. In the beat that followed his expression filled with a cheeky sort of humor which promised a comment concerning such a broad claim--until she added her qualifier and left him with naught but a silenced smile and the glimmer of mischief in his bright eyes.

"Then away with us, hmm? If but an evening is mine, then I would have all of it."

He offered his arm, and walked her in the direction she gave. Here, again, the exacting training he'd endured would show in the way he took cues from her subtlest indications while making it seem as though he led the way for them both. The careful details of the decor seemed lost on him, as perhaps they would be on any man with such grandeur on his arm. He had little to say until they'd entered the room behind the fourth door on the left, at which point he released her only to turn and fasten the door closed behind them. That he'd already wandered through these rooms while exploring the place as a ghost allowed him a bit more ease than would otherwise be the case. There were security measures in place, but nothing malicious that he'd found. It was enough to sweep the place with a pulse of his Sapphire, confirming for himself that things were as he'd expected.

Still partly facing the door, Steel extended an arm to gently catch the hearth witch at his side before she wandered too far from him. He turned his head to watch her as he corralled her slowly backwards, towards the wall beside the door. That little smile yet toyed at his lips, and despite the firm insistence of his arm against her body, there was still a sense of mischievousness about him rather than any intense demands. If she didn't resist him, he'd soon have her tucked between his body and the wall, a slim space into which she only just fit. His hands circled her wrists, warm and sure, and he lifted them up, shifting his hold smoothly so that he could press those delicate wrists back against the wall. He slid them up, held them pinned over her head, all the while with his head bowed so that his brow nearly touched hers. Her scent was clear to him this close, so clear that he felt he could taste her. He let the nearness of her stir the deeper hungers in him, and spoke to her in low, evocative tones.

"You did mean have you, did you not...?" he murmured, tilting his head to speak the words nearby her ear. "Because I don't mind admitting that I've thought of little else since first laying eyes on you, darling." And if she thought that was an hour ago rather than a week ago, it made little difference in the end. He lifted his head enough to find her eyes, a second confirmation of her consent, and then he bent his head to part her lips with his own. Scotch and honey graced his tongue, along with that ineffable taste that was simply her. He took his time there, savoring that slow and deep kiss as though it was all he could hope to afford for the night. 

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #14 on: Aug 30, 18, 08:39:06 AM »
Many of her assignations with men would have entailed some small talk, sitting in the room and enjoying the presence as well as the illusion that she had not been there for purchase. There did not seem to be any such business with this particular Prince. Moreover, he was focused on her than what she represented considerably more than had been Fairuz' expectation. Her pulse had been in her throat when Steel very cannily trapped her against the wall. Even if it wasn't a demand, her body and expression had responded as though it had been the sharpest. She was familiar with the technique, yet even that did not give her time and sensibility nor even a desire to avoid. Indeed, her thoughts were precisely the opposite. She barely felt the hint of his use of Craft, which only added to the tremble down her back.

Intrigue in her expression clear to be seen, the woman's eyes remained wide and curious as he managed her hands, lifting them, exposing her in a psychological way to him that she also had not bargained for. It quickened her pulse and would have stolen her speech, had she not been accustomed to some lesser variety of what Steel had chosen to do. Definitely lesser. Fairuz chuckled softly, though the sound was airy, hinting at the return of her desire for him. The feeling had grown beyond her ability to hide it, but particularly important, that her partner wasn't a stupid male. He knew what he'd done, what he wanted, and what he wanted to give her.

"Yes," she managed to whisper, while the grey of his gaze bored into her golden and brown eyes. "I consent," came the more firm, and clear murmur. She'd barely said the words that she consented, and she noticed he waited for just enough time for her to be very sure, which turned her desire of curiosity of him into a quick flame by the time Steel's mouth began to warm her own. It was a deep, very full kiss, but slow in a way that made Fairuz very aware of the deeper capability he possessed, it was true that a man with his strength could have torn through her and gone about his day with little interruption.

A sense of refinement that didn't exactly hide that bestial presence and nature made the Courtesan want more. Her desire spilled achingly free once she realised she could not caress him, that her hands could not wander to stoke the flame. All the lady had was the pressure of her body against Steel's and just barely that. It meant she had to use those lips of hers to considerable completion. Rather than immediately going for his lower lip as she wanted, Fairuz let her tongue delight in a delicious battle with that of the Prince's, before pulling his upper lip between her own and doing her very best to make love to that single part of his body before releasing it with a delightful moan, both intending to follow his lead and at once go her own way.

Awareness of her attire, the fullness of the silk gown to her ankles save for the slits in the sides of the dress reminded her exactly how many clothing items were between Steel's skin and her own. Only a few gilded buttons beneath a hidden placket now revealed along her left side would get him there, if that was the ability, want, the need. The greater excitement here, however, was that she had no idea just how much he would seek to pay for, whether it was just a few deep, enthralling kisses with more conversation, or whether he would want the gown off, and just how he might want it off. There was a difference in price for her to sit on his lap wearing very little while kissing and conversing, as opposed to full-on sex. The way he kissed her made her think that he did not have enough to entertain the idea of everything she had to offer, but ached for it all the same. It made her kiss him more deeply, even as she was aware that the exact opposite was possible. That she was being drawn out to see exactly how much he could get from just this one encounter. The possibilities made her ache.

Typically, Fairuz was a quiet one for her clients.

The softness of the quiet moan that was pulled from her next, was well apparent in its rarity for a man that knew well to listen keenly. Fairuz was also very good at rationing her need to breathe, as it was a good seven minutes before she needed a full one beyond the circular, and unless her dear, lovely patron pulled away, she was certain on trying to please him more fully than he'd ever have been, if all he could afford was to kiss her.

There was no judgement in the lips that offered still more, making clear why there had been a blend of people from, some few Aristos, Territory court level of funds to spare, as well as those males that had much less to spend. The Procuress made certain that all were treated very well, as well as their dreams could dare ask for. Finally, she coaxed Steel's lower lip first between her own, and then her teeth with just enough pressure gliding between a hint of what could be the offering of pain if he allowed it, and the drowning sweetness of a kiss to see what he liked.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #15 on: Sep 27, 18, 10:35:05 AM »
Though plenty disciplined when the need arose, Steel wasn't generally the type to deny himself the finer things in life when he desired them. The work he'd done in his earlier life had paid generously, and he'd become accustomed to certain styles. Of course, things had been much different since leaving Dharo, but even while masquerading as a pedestrian noble in Dena Nehele, Steel had indulged where practicality allowed. The past couple of months had been something of an exception, given the impromptu adventure into which Davos had thrust him. Steel had been busy since arriving in Little Terreille, and short on funds until recently. Combined, it meant that he hadn't taken much time for leisure of any sort, and certainly nothing like this. That made the moment all the more rich, all the more sumptuous and decadent, when he finally pressed himself against Fairuz and tasted the lips that'd been teasing him for what felt like hours, now.

That the lovely witch before him did not seem hurried in the slightest was a boon. She managed to exude what seemed to Steel to be the perfect blend of desire and patience, of wanting and waiting. It allowed him to linger in that bought affection, delving into it with enough sincerity and focus that one might forget it was a transaction that would demand payment before the morning came. He very much enjoyed the soft rise of her voice, subtle as it was. An attentive paramour would know as much by the faint tension that wound itself into his frame, proof of the slightly increased restraint required to keep from devouring her where she stood. As much as he enjoyed this moment and intended to extend it as much as possible, he was also a man of flesh and blood, and she'd not stopped arousing him since the moment she'd approached him.

It was only his ironclad will that allowed him to appear so composed and controlled by the time he lifted his head, releasing her at last from that unhurried, meandering kiss. He guided her arms back down from where he'd pinned them, taking hold of the curl of her fingers with his own warmed digits.

"My lovely Fairuz," he rumbled, before allowing a soft sigh while he looked at her, as though quietly fascinated with some aspect of her continued presence here. "If you are to be mine for but a night, I'm afraid I'm going to have to draw things out as much as I can bear. I don't want to miss a thing." Holding her gaze, he brought her hands together before her and lifted them both together to his lips. He kissed one set of knuckles then the other, with a playful little smile flirting with his expression. A few steps moved him backwards, and led her off of the wall. He moved across the room, not to the bed as she might expect, but to the seating area nearby it. He released her hands in the middle of that space, only to cup her face instead and press another kiss to her lips. This one was lighter, fleeting, merely something to keep the taste of her on his lips before he parted from her.

"Will you undress for me, darling?" he asked her, voice low and near whispering. He lingered that close for a beat, but then stepped back, leaving her in place. He was slow to drop her hands, but he did so when distance demanded. "You are without a doubt one of the most striking women I've ever had the honor of meeting. I'd very much like to see you, if you would indulge me."

He took a seat a few feet away from her, facing her, and resisted the urge to reach up and loosen his tie. He thought he'd likely want her to do that for him, when the time came, though as the moments ticked by he began to doubt he'd have patience enough for all that.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #16 on: Jan 29, 19, 01:12:25 PM »
Fairuz was fairly certain on some level, she was out of her league but of course, had no manner of confirming her thoughts. Attention to detail of the manner in which Steel kissed her back, even though he'd pinned her between himself and the wall was still maintained. She undulated her body, allowing the slow stretches, and slight rocking of her hips to draw the man in further even though it was not strictly required. The courtesan kissed the Prince as though she had days to spare while her lips plied his as if she ached to be there, allowing the sweet illusion that the moment wasn't paid for with earned currency.

If and when his free hand wandered, she arched and moved toward each of those touches initially with the gentle pretense of a woman both eager and deeply missing the man offering sensual affection. As if he'd come home to her from a long, overly frustrating day and all the man needed was to be tended without probing questions asked. Indeed, she was aware of the wire-tight tension in Steel's muscular frame, which let her ride the line of attempted seduction, teasing him near mercilessly before relaxing with a warm surrender and submission.

She'd been doing a job from the start it was true, but by the time he pulled his lips from hers and slowly stepped back to release her from the wall, Fairuz was more interested for the sake of pleasure than even she expected to have a right to be. Only an iron discipline kept her pulse from a wild beat that might have given away much more of her interest being very beyond the professional. Golden and brown-hazel eyes offered an intrigued study as the subtle warmth of Steel's voice entranced her. The courtesan rationalized by noting most women would have to be returned to the Darkness not to desire the Prince at least a little.

In vain, Fairuz tried not to lick her lips and failed as the lower one was drawn between her teeth at the request made of her. Even the way he retreated in measured steps away from her was entirely erotic, while Fairuz found herself shocked that she missed suddenly the way he'd pinned her wrists. Complete strangers offering all the delight of someone new without a need for the slightest commitment was among the reasons she enjoyed her line of work. All of them came to her needing something soothed or eased, and Fairuz was perfectly fine to give.

"Then draw out the pleasure as much you like," she replied, watching keenly as Steel kissed each of her knuckles, sighing with pleasure and allowing a smile to rest in her eyes. "I wouldn't wish you to miss anything either." When the Prince continued to speak, the Hearth Witch tilted her head to offer just enough of a shred of intimacy as she listened. "For you? Of course, you have been respectful and more than a little inspiring." She did not move to begin further entertaining her guest, however, until Prince Steel moved to take a seat. Her lips still tingled from the second, lighter brush of his lips over hers.

Sweeping her hands slowly down her body, Fairuz took her time with the movements over clothed hips and light caresses over her each of her shoulders. She dragged her manicured fingernails around her neck and down the left arm before subtly blowing the Prince a kiss. Her fingertips teased at the buttons of the gown and opened two of them before she meandered elsewhere, leaving the skin of her collarbone now visible. Moving to a side table, she pulled the pins from her coiffed hair one at a time, the way one might expect a lady to do in private, while rather than looking at the Prince boldly, she watched him introspectively from beneath her lashes if she watched him at all.

Eventually, she began to hum, leaving the sounds in the room to her voice, the occasional soft tap of her heels, and the sounds of the pins dropping to the table. It took several minutes for her to finish with her hair before the heavy, midnight weight of it finally fell free with a whisper against the silk of the back of her dress. With a patient smile, Fairuz rolled her shoulders and finished with the buttons, allowing the top part of the gown to fall away with a dramatic sound of loosened fabric. She herself sighed in appreciation before attending to the buttons that continued hidden down the side of the dress.

Beneath the lovely sapphire gown lay a very light corset in a matching hue, a slip, and lace panties with stockings that halted with a lace band at the top of her thighs. More particularly, not a single bit of her curves had been false advertising with padding. She carefully set the dress aside upon a chair before giving the laces of the corset a tug to loosen it. A smirk left her as that item as well, was set aside, leaving her breasts bare save for the small, shimmering sapphire pasties that covered the nipples, and amusement flickered through her eyes because it denied him just then, the full view even if it was temporary.

Lifting her arms, she stretched gently before walking toward the Prince. Fairuz remained just outside of arms reach while still wearing her heels, and utterly comfortable in her near nudity. The soft humming stopped as she spoke, just as quietly. "You kiss better than I expected and are delightful to undress for," Fairuz murmured while brushing her fingers over the sapphire slip to vanish it away with very gentle use of Craft. Lifting her heeled foot, she placed it between Steel's legs with care, the angle allowing for the admiration of a curvy leg if desired. "Would you mind assisting me? Please?"

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #17 on: Feb 01, 19, 11:30:46 AM »
Considering the way in which Steel's mind worked, it was exceedingly rare for him to be entirely focused upon just one thing at any given time. He tended to work most often in at least two separate streams of thought, which is part of what allowed him to seem so consistently at-ease despite how vigilant and observant he was. Long years of training paired with the Prince's unique, natural talents had crafted this efficiency of mind into something almost subconscious. Yet having been here before to assure himself of the location's privacy and security, he was free now to focus wholly on the captivating creature before him. There was not a single detail of these moments that would be overlooked, not the tiniest trace of scent or sight or sensation that wouldn't be indelibly imprinted into his memory. He had no need for crystals to enjoy his memories in exacting detail long after the fact; his strange mind would record and serve up his experiences on command with unflinching accuracy. Steel didn't often think consciously on this ability of his, as it was second-nature to him now.

Tonight, however, he was not only aware of it but intensely grateful for it. This would certainly not be the last time he enjoyed watching Fairuz so coyly tease him from a few feet away, slowly revealing more of her delectable shape bit by tantalizing bit. She held him rapt; nothing in the world existed for those moments save the calculated seduction she wrought with acts that normally might seem mundane. He watched her let down her hair as though it was the singular most fascinating thing he'd ever seen a woman do. He felt the loosening of each delicate coil and braid in his gut, as though it was something inside of him that she so artfully unbound instead of merely her hair. The quiet hum that softened the still air between them helped enforce the feeling of natural ease about her, the sense that she was entirely comfortable in her own skin, acquainted with her body and in control of it, even here beneath the unflinching weight of his study. That kind of confidence had always been sexy, to him, moreso than any artfully cut gown or coy flirtation. By the time she lifted her arms overhead to tease him with that devilish stretch he was already fully roused, that old ache resting heavily between his thighs. It was no easy thing, to remain in his seat and simply watch as she approached, but it was what he did nonetheless. He appeased himself (in part, at least) for the moment by allowing himself to devour the sight of her. Not a trace of her revealed body escaped his perusal, not the sensual flare of smooth flesh at her hips nor that dangerous swell of the side of a breast which beckoned him to raise a hand and touch. He resisted, dining on the look of her alone, until she rested her heeled foot on the seat of his chair. Even then, there was a pause before Steel moved at all. He let his eyes wash over her, unhurriedly memorizing the fall of her hair over one shoulder, the velvety-looking skin newly uncovered, the delicate lace that yet hid the core of her from his sight.

Slowly, one warm palm slid over the top of her offered foot. It pressed around towards her heel while he held her gaze, one corner of his mouth upward-ticked in a trace of amusement at her request. He slid her feet free of its delicate prison, and floated the discarded shoe aside to sit harmlessly on the floor nearby. Notably, that was all the Prince did, for the moment. He didn't run his hands over the stocking-clad leg presented to him. He didn't lean forward and bury himself within the body she'd opened up to him. It took more of his discipline than he would probably ever admit to, yet he patiently waited for her to withdraw her freed foot and supply the other. He discarded her second shoe when she did so, but then left his hand curled about her ankle for a moment longer. His thumb brushed back and forth over that delicate bone, then his eyes lowered to watch as his cupped palm lifted along the back of her calf. Around to the side of her thigh, and then up to the top of her stocking, where his fingertips curled to dip beneath the lace there. He nearly began to roll them down, but stopped. Reconsidered.

"Will you leave these on for me?" he murmured, looking up at her once more. His fingers toyed with that hem, though they left the stockings undisturbed, otherwise. "I quite like the look of them on you."

Whether she consented or not, however, that hand of his would slide further up. He caressed the swell of her hip, where his fingers caught the hem of the lace panties that so artfully matched the stockings.

"These, however, I don't think I'd miss," he told her in that same low murmur, while his fingers slid between the lace and the smooth curve of her hip. He felt the sudden, strong urge to tangle his fingers there and rip them away, though it manifested as nothing more than a slight tightening of the curl of his fingers and a brief abeyance of his smirk. "You are... a magnificent creature, Fairuz," he praised her, while his eyes wandered over her body again. His free hand lifted and cupped itself at her other hip, and a soft tug from him suggested without words that she settle across his lap.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #18 on: Feb 02, 19, 08:45:55 AM »
Fairuz's breaths were just a little more difficult to draw while the room seemed somewhat smaller. She was aware keenly of Prince Steel's arousal but would have been even if not for the visible evidence that the quality of his tailored suit nearly hid but not quite well enough. The well-appointed space held tension that one could attempt to slice through with the sharpest of blades and not entirely be successful. The Hearth Witch couldn't figure out whether it was entirely him or her that was the source, while the level stare he laid upon her caused her to need to call upon all of her skill to suppress trembling.

It was as if the Prince had ripped off all of her clothing with his mind, methodically, one piece at a time. She could see him doing it, and the ache between her thighs increased. Who was this man that he caused such a response? Fairuz decided the best thing to do was to play it as cool as she possibly could; she had even angled the way she stood so that the evidence of her desire wouldn't end up upon the delicate panties she still wore. In and out, the Hearth Witch breathed, even as under the force of those grey eyes her nipples pebbled hard and lifted the pasties slightly away from her areola.

Nearly, she jumped out of her skin with the pressure upon Steel's hand upon her foot; the motion was like silk because of the delicate Craft reinforced stockings that she wore and very warm. Fairuz closed her eyes for a moment and loosed a sigh, revelling in that tiny touch. Almost, she could imagine the Prince gliding his hands higher until he uncovered the hiding center of her body, but he did nothing of the kind. Instead, the man very carefully removed her heeled shoe with a manner that seemed to her akin to reverence that belonged only to a Queen, which was sweet because she was no one. Fairuz had enjoyed and mostly, endured hundreds of partners over her life, but none of them had ever put in that much care to a single, simple series of motions. She side eyed the sapphire heel floating out of the way, but finally, what Fairuz couldn't hide from Steel was the faint and soft tremble of her lower lip.

He's just a man, she thought viciously to herself, calm your motherfuckin' tits, girl.

However, for the moment those breasts seemed to only have attention for one man. When he spoke it was almost jarring in the space as the quiet between them for several moments had been almost sweet and full of meaning, despite this being a paid service. She loosed a breath, very slowly. Almost, she wondered why he would want her to leave the stockings on, and a hint of a question filled Fairuz's face, and very nearly, disagreement. But the Prince's hand was confident and smooth, almost viciously controlled as he moved up her calf and thigh.

Toying with the lace as though it contained all of Mother Night's secrets.

Inquisitive golden and brown eyes flicked downward and half closed in a study of the man's suiting before shifting toward the hard-planed presence of his face. The movement of her hip toward his hand could have been very nearly missed by a man less attentive, while the brief tightening curl of Steel's hand made her breathing stutter for just a second. She moved her hands through the carefully arranged curls of her hair before letting the length fall around her face and body.

"Yes. I will leave the stockings on," Fairuz answered after an intensified few moments of the silence between them. Strange that the Hearth Witch found she liked it. It was then that she supplied the opposite foot to allow the Prince to repeat the action of removing her shoe, the only difference being that in the movement of his hands, Fairuz dragged her right thumb over the back of Steel's left hand in a gentle offering and a hint that she liked how he touched her.

After the subtle tug along her hips with both of his hands, the Hearth Witch very slowly settled herself upon the man's lap. He called her magnificent, which, while a commentary she was well accustomed to hearing, there was something about the way this particular man said the words that wrangled a swift gasp from her. By the time her hips were settled neatly upon his, the delicate panties had vanished and were upon the pile of dress and other underpinnings that she had removed. Being half long-lived, she didn't have a single trace of hair upon her body save for head and brows. "Half Hayllian," she whispered. "So might be a little different than you're used to seeing."

While some Courtesans simply displayed themselves in leud fashion, Fairuz did not do so, leaving her legs mostly closed unless it was the Prince Steel himself that wished otherwise. She turned her head to brush her lips along his cheek. The Hearth Witch relaxed on her perch, aware of the heavy arousal against her hip, but revelling in the intimacy. She smiled lightly, and just as gently, let her hands wander. Fingertips brushed over the strong jawline, a thumb glided its way over Steel's lower lip. She rested her forehead against his, pressing tiny, almost chaste kisses against the man's mouth, that might have been exactly that except for the tension between them.

"Long day, long week," Fairuz whispered, "Long month, long year. Sometimes it's like that, and all we can do is go along for the ride whether we want to or not." She'd stop only to follow his lead, but otherwise seemed content tease and romance the Prince, to comfort, even if he didn't appear to need it. Fairuz guessed at some point his patience would snap and he'd inhale her whole one bit at a time, but until then, she gently teased him closer, so that despite his taller and heavier frame, the Prince's head could rest against her breasts. She rested her slender hand against his steadily beating heart.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #19 on: Feb 06, 19, 09:40:06 AM »
The weight of Fairuz's lithe form atop him soothed something in the Prince, and a satisfied little hum rumbled through him as she settled. An arm shifted to support her back and give her a place to rest while the other crossed over her body and began to slowly stroke a warm palm over the length of her thigh. His face tipped up, towards hers, so that he could observe her while she spoke. Thus, when her comment about her heritage drew a wicked little smile across his lips, it was plainly visible.

"Oh, I've been to Hayll," he assured her, his voice not quite a whisper but still intimately low. He held her eyes regardless of where her gaze wandered, unbothered by that added intimacy while she let her fingertips explore his face. "I dare say if they'd had anything half as remarkable as you, I might be there still." The mouth she touched warmed with a trace of humor, before he leaned up enough to catch one of those little kisses of hers and draw it into something deeper. His arms tightened some around her, holding her soundly in place while he kissed her with an unhurried leisure, savoring rather than consuming. He took his time, and when the kiss did eventually break it was only to allow him to press smaller kisses to her jaw and the hollow of her throat. The hand at her back slid further up, and cupped the back of her neck so that he could move her, angle her as he pleased. His kisses trailed down over one delicate collarbone, then down into the valley between her breasts. If the fact that her breasts were still partly covered bothered him, he gave no indication of it. On the contrary, when he began to kiss and nip at those tender swells, he seemed to take a gamine sort of pleasure in how her own choices now prevented her from feeling the full, damp warmth of his tongue against her nipples, despite how he kissed and nipped at them through the pasties.

His lower hand was not idle in the meantime. He had gradually shifted the strokes of his palm from her outer thigh to over the top of it, and by now was allowing a thumb to track down over her inner thigh, where it came perilously close to her sex each time his stroke reached its zenith. It was subtle but nonetheless important to him that this treatment endure for a moment or two. It not only served to draw out what desire was present, but it afforded the Lady the chance to voice her objections, if she had any, before he grew any more intrusive.

Barring those objections, he'd return to her lips and kiss her once more in brief, and when he parted from her this time he lingered near enough that his brow touched hers.

"I enjoy the sound of your voice," he confessed in a whisper not quite so free of tension as his former banter had been. His lower hand left her thigh entirely and turned, then slid down into the velvet warmth between the apex of her thighs. He cupped his hand against her sex, though applied no pressure for the moment and instead merely dusted the sensitive outer flesh there with whispers from his fingertips. "I enjoy many things about you, I'm finding," he added, his mouth curling to a more wolfish smile for that admission. He nipped at her chin, brushed a kiss over her jaw, and inventoried every inflection of body and voice while he pushed a pair of fingertips past the lips of her sex. Just barely; just enough to stroke that cluster of nerves bundled together in that little rise of flesh. He began to stroke her there with the pad of one finger, nothing but gentle circles for the moment while allowing her time to acclimate and yearn for more.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #20 on: Feb 12, 19, 11:06:11 AM »
Fairuz's eyes danced at the intimacy as Steel whispered to her in the admission of his travels. Given that she had never even been to Hayll, she was curious and very much intrigued. However, the Hearth Witch did not ask questions about that travel, not wanting to come upon a snarl of a topic that might either distract or remove the Prince's interest in her. Admittedly, she suspected there was little enough other than too many questions that might cause such a thing. As Fairuz was well schooled in being near men involved in considerably illegal activities, she knew well how to keep silent when needed.

"A travelled man, very good," was all she said in appreciation while easing closer once Steel tightened his grip upon her. The Hearth Witch's pulse picked up in speed just a little more as she let herself fall into being leisurely and thoroughly kissed, while she gave back as good as was received and then some. The combination of having to dance around frighteningly powerful men and even a few women had hardened her as a woman and witch, while now being very much free to do as she liked allowed Fairuz's last hints of coiled nervousness shift to desire. She'd wanted him when he'd pinned her against the wall, and admittedly when they were still at the table, but by the time Steel's mouth had found its way to her full breasts Fairuz had to clamp down on the lonely ache that fought to make itself further known.

Almost, she'd thought to remove the soft silk pasties in his way, but teasing warmth of tongue, breath and teeth through silk offered its own tenderly perverse pleasure. She arched into each pass of his teeth, unable to help her own nature as her hands lifted to stroke and glide over Steel's cheeks, while the soft, rounded and manicured nails dragged through his hair. If one could have been born a Hearth Witch, she'd have been suited for such a warm calling, as every bit of her was softly yielding, practically anticipating his movements by way of experience for tending people's comfort needs.

Fairuz's thighs parted subtly as Steel's fingers strayed from the top of her thigh to the inner, while she went from watching him to the bright, golden-brown eyes closing while her generous hips arched little by little as the Prince's hand wandered. She knew the teasing he was intending and saw no need to rush the man upon the journey and the way he thought it might go. If it hadn't been clear enough that whatever intrusiveness Steel intended was what Fairuz wanted, she glided her fingers over the back of the hand between her thighs in a very subtle encouragement, while delighting in the subtle intimacy of his forehead pressed against her own.

She drank it all in because there simply wasn't telling how many further mediocre clients, or sometimes none that she'd have before another like him would appear, even if the truth was that she'd chanced upon men that were akin to Jason Steel once or twice in her near century. They were rare, and for a moment she mourned a little that he was not like her, born to live longer than a single century, even while aware that was part of the charm. Short-Lived people had such a sharp, nearly nebula-bright spark before they returned to the Darkness. She smiled a little more at the compliment bestowed upon her while opening her eyes and all but falling into the grey that reminded her of Goth's sky just before a heavy rain.

When his fingers pressed into her finally, Fairuz knew that if she'd been the age that she probably looked, she'd have spasmed and fallen into the pleasure that flashed along her spine and through her body. Instead, it was her decades of experience that told her to wait and ride it out while she held Steel's eyes with her own. The teasing had stoked the fire plenty enough and more as she trembled a little and moved her hips. Fairuz gasped as he went straight for the prize within her, both amused and pleased, but the slowly teasing stroke with just one finger had her tensing.

"Thank you ... I see that you keep promises, I appreciate that trait," Fairuz said against his lips, breathlessly, while the moan that followed her own compliment was very soft. In response, she leaned close and kissed Steel back, fluttering over his mouth in the same rhythm that his fingers had found below and just slightly within her. She was practically shaking in holding back in claiming that first burst of pleasure, but she did it because the Prince in him would have surely gone wild for her patience in enjoying this moment. Her left heel dragged along his calf, and Fairuz kissed Steel the way a woman would if she were welcoming a very close lover back from a long trip and deeply missed. That was her skill, and she dragged out the presence and ache of the kind of woman she would never be, that most men could never find.

"Steel, please," she murmured as her hips jerked sharply with one of those hints that her ability to resist crying out for him was very much finite, and that most men despite their many marks just didn't have the patience to coax Fairuz into really singing for them. "You will have me wanting to kiss you everywhere at this rate," she teased and promised, as even if most might consider themselves past flirtation or it being unnecessary with a paid partner, Fairuz wasn't that sort of woman. She squeezed his thigh with one hand, and chuckled, while very softly kissing the Prince's cheek as she trembled a little more. "You are very good, and absolutely allowed to take what you need," and very gently pulled the silk pasties from her nipples, which were a warm brown and stood out hard from the fullness of her breasts with his efforts, the areola entirely almost entirely tightened. The tiny silk bits were vanished, leaving her body now completely visible to his eyes save for those stockings he'd wanted her to leave on.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #21 on: Feb 19, 19, 10:43:22 AM »
"Please what, darling?" Steel whispered. His words were plain and inquisitive, as though he sincerely needed to ask what she wanted. She claimed he'd have her wanting to kiss him everywhere, and his smile destroyed any doubt that he might be ignorant of why she'd been moved to beg. "Is that all?" he teased, in those low and throaty tones that only ever seemed to manifest between lovers who jested. There was too much delight in them, too much warmth and devotion and audible pleasure for such tones to be of any use out in the ordinary world. But here, spoken into the intimate space between them, they were just one more way of slipping inside of her.

Fairuz uncovered the last inches of her body that'd been hidden from him, and a quiet hum in response noted his approval. The arm behind her back flexed, and he shifted his hold of her so that a bow of his head allowed him to easily reach each of her breasts with his mouth. He lingered there a while, seeing if those tender little knots of flesh tipping them could be pebbled any harder with some attention from a dedicated set of lips and tongue and teeth. Fairuz may well not have even noticed, however; while Steel's mouth was thusly occupied, his hand was less than idle. Two fingers drew their way down the slicked channel of the hearth witch's sex and, finding the core of her, slipped smoothly inside. Just two knuckles' worth at first before withdrawing, but then the hand curled forward once more, and he was treated to a deeper length of that crushing, silken heat within her. He murmured against her flesh, something that came terribly close to a quiet groan, as though the feel of her might defeat his patience.

Indeed, he was sorely tempted to relent, then. His mind was already constructing for him very detailed imaginings of what it would be like when he finally took her to the nearby bed and laid her down atop it. He could almost already feel the shift of warm velvet to cooler silk as his palm would slide from the curve of her backside to the stocking-covered thigh he'd hook at his waist. He could vividly imagine the way the weight of his body would press her smaller one down into the mattress, the way she might gasp when he finally sheathed himself inside of her. And what carnal bliss would that grant him, after all this restraint, to finally feel himself seated deeply within her?

But, patience.

For now, he made do with the little sounds she made as he began to saw that hand in and out of her depths, a thumb extended to press over the rise of her clit with each stroke. His fingers curled gently, so that each stroke of his hand reached for that most delicate of spots inside of her. The arm that braced around her back tightened, holding her firmly in place against his body as though he expected her to try and escape.

"I'll have it now," he murmured, only barely escaping a growly note that would've unquestioningly made it a demand. He'd shifted to kissing at her throat and jaw, and his teeth caught the lobe of her ear between his words. "Fairuz," he breathed, the tension slipping from his voice to allow it to settle into something less surly. "Let me hear you, darling."


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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #22 on: Feb 25, 19, 09:58:37 PM »
"... Let me have you, Steel. I want, ahh, to please... you," she laughed quietly, the sound a warm, seductive and very rich alto with lower soprano tendencies laced through it. Fairuz loosed a throaty snarl in response to his teasing her even as her rounded hips began to twitch and shift against Jason where she sat on top of his lap. Partially it was deliberate, but not entirely. There was absolutely some part of the woman that enjoyed the Prince touching her enough that she didn't choose to entirely control her responses to him, instead, Fairuz let go a little, letting instinct speak for her.

"No, that is ... not all," she whimpered but grinned as she did, turning her head and pressing kisses again to the side of Steel's neck. Normally she didn't kiss her clients nearly as much, but something about his skin made her ache. That there were things about him that she'd never guess or could possibly know made her want to give another way. "I want ... to make your knees buckle when I suck your cock," Fairuz said with a sharply teasing smile that would have been more felt than seen, just before she laughed again, very low while smoothing her hands down the placket of Steel's shirt.

It was not long however that she could tease him that way because Steel gave only a little of a hint before his mouth was again occupied at her breasts, and the man wasn't stingy. Fairuz's laughing turned quickly enough to ragged breathing, she stroked her hands through his short hair, dragged her nails gently over the man's scalp and massaged his temples, the back of his neck while both warming and cooling her hands with Craft where appropriate, as different parts of the skin reacted more sensually to different temperatures and pressure.

At first, indeed, she didn't notice the warmth of pleasure due to Steel's subtly active fingers between her thighs due to the constant mind-numbingly wonderful pull upon her breasts. It simply felt as though her body had just entirely responded to him. A long time had passed since she'd enjoyed any particularly dark jewelled clients, but her body remembered exactly what that particularly heated sweetness was like. Fairuz's breathing was simply harder and faster, while she hardly seemed to realize how tightly her inner muscles had clenched down upon Steel's fingers. He groaned almost too quietly to be heard, but she felt it against her skin.

In response, her hips moved with his fingers while she splayed one hand against Steel's chest. As a Hearth Witch, it mattered to Fairuz to tend others, so she unthinkingly gave more, her nipples hardening further with the tightly controlled sucking he offered. Yet, Fairuz could almost feel as if there were something more feral that Steel was holding back, and the iron possessiveness of her personality ached to draw him out. It wasn't that she sensed his Jewels were different than what they appeared, but rather, Fairuz's personal loneliness made her sensually, instinctually wonder if there was something the Prince was missing.

"You ... are very, so very ... ah!" Fairuz's hand snapped around his wrist hard in passionate encouragement, and her hips lifted nearly entirely off of where Steel had settled her. Golden and brown eyes shifted to watch his grey ones in a wild haze of need. She wanted ever so much to know what he was thinking but didn't have the presence of mind anymore to get the words out, particularly once he nearly growled at her. That sound was like fire and lightning down Fairuz's spine; however much she tended to be absolutely terrified of men that were very, very much darker Jewelled than she was, something in her ached for it.

So, because she had no idea of the real fire of the man holding her, that sound in his voice had the effect of almost shattering any reserve the Courtesan had left. She blushed all over, lending a warm red undertone to her golden brown skin. "Yes! There--ah, Hellsfire!" She cried out, her low, rich voice shifting upward an entire two octaves into a soft, breathy warmth that was all honey as she finally snapped and let herself sing for him. Fairuz trembled, however, because she wanted more.

No. It wasn't enough for her to enjoy him, yet she delightfully had no idea what to next expect, because it had been the near demand in his voice that had made her shatter for him. Once she could breathe and think a little, her hands moved to the tie he wore, and very carefully, Fairuz unknotted it before she sighed and unfastened two buttons of his shirt, watching him closely for any hint that he'd not wish her to before continuing. She very thoroughly kissed her way down to the third, deciding then to be honest about what that surliness in his voice had done for her, without coyness, or false flattery. She sighed, and let his lovely eyes draw her in.

"You are hiding from me ... I think," she murmured, "So sharply controlled," she continued with an appreciative smile, making clear that she meant the tightness of his control during their extended foreplay. "If that is what you wish, then I accept. But if ... you do not want to hide, I ... like very well a man that knows to demand what he needs, Steel," Fairuz said gently and kissed his cheek, before resting her head against his forehead. "You don't need to answer with words if you'd prefer to simply show me at your leisure... even as tenderness too, has a place here." With a sigh, she leaned a little forward and claimed Steel's lips for as long as he would allow her to.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #23 on: Sep 29, 19, 08:39:11 PM »
"Oh, fear not, my dear Fairuz," he assured her, that devilish warmth of mirth lining his quiet words. "You shall have me. I would tear down the sky rather than let the night end otherwise, now." Had he not been teasing her, the words could've been ominous. Had they not secured such dryly playful banter between themselves already, it might've seemed like he no longer cared for her choice on the matter. Surely she knew otherwise, given how attentive he was to every facet of her thus far. It was merely a turn of phrase meant to relay how firmly she'd arrested his attention for the evening, and he trusted her to deduce as much.

"But patience, as they say..." his lips were smiling as they sought hers, a wicked slant gracing them in place of the rest of the adage he didn't bother to voice. This was hardly the time and place to speak of virtue... not when the vice she presented was so decadently distracting.

She endured his quiet demands, allowing him to manipulate her body through its first release of the night, though it was likely clear he had no intention of it being the last. He was, after all, not even partly undressed yet. Clearly a man accustomed to moving in his own time, he did not seem the least bit interested in hurrying her through these first moments. Instead he beheld her with a sort of rapture, as though it was a classic play unfolding in his arms rather than a woman put to warmth. He was smiling with no small amount of satisfaction by the time her sense came back to her, those lips brushing her brow while a soft good girl escaped on a low breath.

He did not object to her attempt to loosen his clothes. In fact he watched her face while she did so, an endless sea of patience carefully painted on his own features. Beneath the facade he stormed as hotly as any Blood male would under Fairuz's care, but sheathing his interior self within a veil of civility was no longer a conscious act for him, most of the time. It was reflex, as thoughtless as going still and holding one's breath when trying hear something soft. When she called him on it, it brought a soft chuckle to his chest, and he reached a hand to gently take her chin with his fingers so that he could turn her face towards his own.

"Why would a man ever hide any part of himself from such eyes as these?" he asked her, searching that pretty golden gaze as though the answers to life's mysteries might be found there. Fairuz let her brow rest against Steel's, and that hand shifted to cup her cheek to welcome her near. He indulged in a long and unhurried kiss at her offering, only parting when he shifted the rest of himself so that he held her centered upon him, her thighs firmly supported by his hands so that he could stand with her without sacrificing the nearness of those lips.

"If you're trying to tell me you'd like me to throw you around and rut on you like a savage, I'm afraid you may wind up disappointed, darling," he told her, while carrying her, unhurried, to the nearby bed. "Momentarily, at least. I am no Warlord Prince, to have but one approach regardless of whether I'm breaching a woman or a door," he told her, that playful little half-smirk once more gracing his mouth. He set her down on the bed, and then stood upright once more and watched her with a hungering gaze while he pulled the loosed tie from around his neck. His eyes did not leave her while he unfastened the buttons she hadn't yet undone, and while he tugged his shirt first out from its tuck and then off of his shoulders. A whisper of Sapphire from one of the rings on his hand caught the shirt when his hand released it, and carried it away to drape neatly over the back of the nearby chair. He unfastened his belt and pulled it off, stepping out of his shoes while he did so. All the while he watched her, as though enchanted by the mere sight of her laid out before him. While he worked thusly, he spoke to her in relaxed, confident words.

"If that is how you normally prefer to be taken then say as much. I will make it my mission for the night to persuade you of just how useful a man's control of himself can be."

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #24 on: Sep 30, 19, 04:13:51 PM »
There were elements of her profession that required some hint of a persona wrapped around the essence of who Fairuz was beneath the job. She had never had a man capable of seeing beneath the ruse that she offered even in part, or better said, never cared to. Every Hell Lord or Aristo in business with them that had paid for her to be upon his arm for decades did so because her presence signified a perfection that was perhaps unattainable for their enemies.

It was not the soft, refined and controlled mirth that drew her out and surprised any further, after all, Jason had been consistent in that regard enough for her to completely appreciate the man he appeared to be. Which, she continued not to push at. What she didn't want to do was force him to depart by asking too many questions. Many a courtesan wasn't smart enough to ask the correct queries and allow a man his mystery and privacy. Fairuz thrived upon the existence of that fact. She shivered in the manner that he spoke to her, aware that any other man would have indeed just taken her at the moment, whether she desired it, without it being of any importance how she wanted to be enjoyed.

After she took that first release, she rested with a sublime stillness in Steel's arms, quite content to simply be, to some extent, other than her intentions to attempt to divest the man of his very fine attire. The smile upon his face made her pulse leap, by no means had her interest in him waned in any fashion just because he'd given her a taste of pleasure. In point of fact, she was more intrigued, especially by the manner in which he studied her face and the reassurance he offered that he was not in fact, hiding.

A further consideration in hindsight allowed that her experience with men was of the variety that could be pared down to a few types, and intimacy for her with a man had always happened under the confines of her position, rather than by any hint of romantic selection. Fairuz knew she needed to tread carefully with this man, but it was the way he welcomed her close with both hands and the slow kiss that turned her senses all but inside out that really made her want more as a woman, not only as a courtesan. Fairuz loved her job, she did. But there were days that she wished for more. She drew in a soft gasp as Steel lifted her into his arms seemingly effortlessly. Her chin, where he had gently taken it to lift with his fingers had caused a ripple of pleasure down her spine, and the feeling lingered even still as Steel had kissed her. She didn't understand how she had run across such a man, but ...

"How I wish to be taken?" She almost choked on the question, shivering from pure desire as he set her down on the bed. Her expression grew truly thoughtful, the intellect in Fairuz's gaze blending with the desire still there in her manner for him as he spoke of Warlord Princes. For most cases, she had dealt with enough of that Caste for the remainder of her hopefully long life. Being capable of living for over two thousand years never, of course, guaranteed that one would truly have the chance. She watched Steel, utterly enthralled. The heated expression veiled by patience as he finished removing his shirt, the playful smirk which appeared once more upon his lips made her ache to see him smile.

Truly, Steel was a complete stranger to her, and even this fact did not very much cause Fairuz to shy away from him in any way. "I--" her brow furrowed, as his words presented a difficulty. She had never really dwelled too deeply on what she wanted and enjoyed, choosing instead simply to accept any sweetness when it came to her. Many women perhaps might have struggled to look a client in the eyes with such a melancholy realization, but Fairuz had never shied away from who she was, the kind of profession she had initially partaken in for the ability as a young woman to not starve, and then, finding her self for decades caught in an illegal lifestyle that she had never wanted for herself. Once Prince Breckenridge had purchased her and the vast debts she owed and then killed a man so that she could be truly free, it had been a choice to continue the path that she had.

So Fairuz raised her eyes and held Steel's gaze, with the utter honesty, pristine lack of shame, pride, knowledge and confidence of who she was now, who she had been, and the absolute joy it was to ease hearts, weary souls and bodies as she deigned to do. "With my permission," she said, lifting her chin and her mostly golden eyes flashing with desire for him as she studied the man's face. "If I can be healed and loved in turn, there are a vast quantity of the acts of love that I will allow," she answered tenderly while never once choosing to look away from Jason Steel's expressive face. "The fact is, love, I am of no importance to anyone at all and this does not alter the fact that I love myself and my profession. I have never considered what I might want ... outside of that space with a single exception as it is too dangerous to contemplate what cannot be."

Her breath caught in a sweetened wistfulness as she smiled. The courtesan fell quiet as she continued to observe Steel with rapt attention. It made her dizzy to continue to explain, but Fairuz did so even just for the purpose of seeing those almost silver eyes shimmer cleverly in Steel's face. "I enjoy for a man to be himself, whatever that might possibly be. You make me think of a furious rainstorm, and a singular window is permitted open so that a mere hint of the fury is visible, an edge of passion akin to the silk hidden rebelliously beneath a carefully arranged gown of a delightful debutante waiting to be introduced to all. Show me more of your inticing control, please? Perhaps you may press me to lose my own."

It was ironic and pleased Fairuz to describe the young woman she could have been once, had chance been in more sweetly in her favour. In welcome, she lifted her right hand to Steel that he might move toward her and the bed once divested of the clothing in his way. The left toyed with the edge of her stockings and skimmed over her own body from collarbone to hips while keeping eye contact as much as she could.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #25 on: Oct 03, 19, 11:36:34 AM »
Show her, he did. For it could be nothing other than sheer strength of will that allowed him to once again put off satisfying himself on the fetching body before him. His desire for her felt painfully close to need by then already, but part of the Prince enjoyed his ability to recognize the demands of his own body and willfully set them aside as a matter of choice. It was an exercise in restraint, a muscle that was quite defined in him by now.

Though he could imagine with distracting clarity how it would likely feel when he chose to sheathe himself within her, he delayed again in favor of sliding his palms up the backside of her calves. He enjoyed the cool silk of the stockings that veiled her flesh from him, but he didn't pause there long to toy with them. Instead, he tugged her gently by her legs until she was near to the edge of the bed, and then settled onto his knees at the bedside. Fairuz likely knew what was coming, but he took his time in delivering it to her. He had to tease her a bit more, making soft continuations of her rainstorm metaphor in less wholesome ways while he kissed and nipped at the tender flesh of her inner thighs. When he did finally ply that mouth to her body in earnest, it was with the skill of a man with some experience in the matter. In fact, he was rather merciless in the way he'd drive her to the brink of release only to back off, drawing out the dance in ways that would've been utterly cruel had the whole affair not been run through with pleasure. He did all that he could to prompt her to break that veneer of elegance and swear at him or curse him, tickled to grinning at any little such lapse he won from her.

When he felt he'd exercised his own restraint for long enough, only then did he rise from his knees and kiss his way up the rest of her body until he lay beside and partly atop her. He moved them more fully onto the bed, then doted on her lips her with a slow, deep, intentional few kisses. His sex rested against her lower belly, weighted marble, while a hand cradled and squeezed one of her soft breasts and his tongue danced with hers.

"Will you forgive me, darling?" he murmured to her, once he'd broken the kiss. He shifted as he spoke, the soft susurrus of skin sliding over the bedding the only sound in the room aside from the hushed whisper of his words. How he could seem so sincere in his request for forgiveness, yet so smug and teasing at the same time was anyone's guess. He parted her legs with his own, and hooked on of her thighs at his hip with a warm palm guiding it. "It's just that I'd rather like to be inside you the next time you come undone for me," he explained. His voice sank to a lower note as he fit his body against hers. He pierced her at her core, the breadth of him slowly finding its place inside of her. He allowed the pleasure of her body's crushing pressure and heat escape him in a soft groan, buried against the hinge of her jaw where his teeth grazed her skin. "There you are," he purred to her, as though she'd been hiding from him until now. One arm braced him atop her on its elbow while he began to move against her in slow, deep, grinding strokes. The other allowed his free hand to be lured back to her breast, whose soft flesh and pebbled tip he seemed to appreciate very much.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #26 on: Oct 05, 19, 03:20:25 PM »
In the penultimate moments, it was, in fact, his restraint that served to be Fairuz's vulnerable undoing, perhaps in the most phenomenal of methods. The people of the Blood were distinctly passionate people from the smallest of power to the greatest, and Steel showed her precisely how controlled that lustful fervour could become. She trembled as he pulled her to the edge of the bed, unable to tear her eyes away from those perfect grey ones. Her pulse was a wild creature seeming almost separate from her psyche, and her hands flexed in the coverlet upon the bed with every soft kiss and touch to her inner thighs. Indeed, she knew very well what he was about, yet knowing did not alter the shock of how visceral the moment was when the Prince did place his mouth to the intimate centre of her body.

Truly, she had already been desirous of him, yet the ruthlessness observed in being pleasured was something entirely new. The vast majority of partners she had possessed as a Courtesan cared only for their own needs while the path which was taken at this moment displayed for Fairuz that there was much and myriad kinds of pleasure yet to be delighted in. Her beautiful body writhed under his lips and tongue, soft and encouraging hands stroked over his short hair as if that alone were a prayer for his existence, for there was no requirement for a client to have the slightest interest in pleasuring a woman bought and paid for. "Steel, please ... I ..."

Then she remembered that he liked to hear specifics, while her hips lifted off from the bed with the Prince's efforts. Fairuz caressed his face with one hand after she came close several times, feeling as if coming apart for him was the one thing he'd not allow her, not yet. The Hearth Witch thoroughly enjoyed the control he offered, allowing herself to slip into the wonderful rhythm he had created. "Kiss me there, just like that ... Mother Night, you're stunning, such ... oh ... oh. Fuck." Just the once, he managed to coax the rough word from her lips before she sank back to the bed, perhaps startled by the manner in which she'd broken form.

At another point, she loosed a low snarl from his teasing and blushed hard from her reaction, aware that the purpose was to draw her out, to let him see what she hid behind the refinement Fairuz had created so long ago. Each one of the grins he gave her offered such a rush of pleasure that she repeatedly forgot the game he was teasing her with. The edge of near cruelty beautifully paired with such warmth pulled her half of the time out of hiding. There were at least a few times that she gripped his shoulders upon finding a particularly perfect pace, or where the neatly painted clear nails pressed into Steel's upper back as she offered clever quips in response to the very visceral physical teasing. "Mother Night's heavy perfect tits ... damn it, stay ... right ... there, oh, Steel, darling!"

Again and again, she delighted in each time he allowed her to almost cross that line into thought sweeping bliss. By the time he rose up from between her rich, curvy form, Fairuz gasped and threw herself into his kisses when the Prince finally found her mouth. The taste of her own body from his mouth was too erotic then for words, so she gave none and responded to him physically. The feeling of the hard pressure of Steel's arousal against her abdomen caused Fairuz's hips to rock gently in the direction of where he rested on top of her.

His weight was a comforting, alluring presence and her pulse raced a little faster when he asked her forgiveness. The gentility in his voice as he eased one of her thighs toward his hip, the feeling upon his hand along her bare skin as well as that of the precision smooth stockings remained something of a lingering and excellent draw of her attention toward him. Often she feigned her joy and preferences, but there was none of that here at this moment. She couldn't have faked a thing if she'd tried for the number of times which Jason had already either left her trembling with a true need of him or wonderfully and perilously close to it.

The words to beg him to fuck her hovered upon her mind, yet in the end, she hadn't needed to speak them. Fairuz's golden eyes glimmered with desire and shared amusement, the latter of which faded sharply once the Hearth Witch felt the Prince fill her. The sound of his groan, the slow and unerringly patient and controlled strokes had her back arching before he'd arrived at the third. "Yes, yes," she agreed, noting there wasn't nearly enough air for both of them. She shivered again once his hand strayed purposefully back to her breast. She met him thrust for thrust, never too quickly nor too slow, and the awareness that he could have simply flipped her over and melted her mind with roughness and he didn't, well.

When she was close, Fairuz could feel so much while the room seemed to burn, everything was so warm, perfect and wonderful. She spiralled down into her self, from the edges of the Purple Dusk to the Opal that he had convinced her thoroughly that he too, possessed with the Sapphire, stopping properly short of her chalice to ease through and allow her vast pleasure in him to shine through the room.

Fairuz's body began to tighten around Steel's like a warm and enduring vice even though she'd never stopped moving her hips to precisely match his. "Oooh, blessed Darkness, fuck me!" Her legs, both wrapped around his waist then, allowing a deeper stroke that pulled a whimper from the courtesan, so inspired to give as good or even better as he'd given her. So she kissed her way up Steel's cheek and tried to claim his lips again, which was timed for the ideal moment as he'd slid back into her, just the right instant to increase the pleasure between them. The orgasm, when she had it was explosive from all of the slow-building and left her shaking against him.

"Jason," she murmured against his lips. "Please, please. Don't stop. I need ... you. Just have me." She marvelled at how good he was, so very attentive. She hadn't intended to beg, but the words slipped from her lips against his regardless of her very proper attentions and intentions. The woman beneath the Courtesan flickered through the brown and gold of her eyes, making clear that in either case, Fairuz was not startling different in presence. Just more.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #27 on: Oct 10, 19, 10:02:11 AM »
The lips that Fairuz sought while she begged him to have her were warmed by a soft chuckle, and the voice that followed was a velvety, purring assurance: "Oh, the night is young, my darling Fairuz. Rest assured that I intend to."

The hours wouldn't all pass in such decadent gentility. Controlled and careful as the Prince was, he was still a Dark Jeweled man of the Blood, and eventually his passions drove him to be more demanding. He was never careless with her, but neither did he forget that she was a woman of a certain profession, and he trusted her to make it known if things progressed beyond that which she considered comfortable. He was too long practiced at reading and manipulating people to not respond to her preferences, spoken and otherwise, and he tended to glean more satisfaction from these interludes when all parties were enjoying themselves. It was a matter of pride for him that the lovers he left behind had no complaints about their time spent with him, and so he genuinely took pleasure in her pleasure over the course of those hours.

Truth be told, he hadn't initially intended to linger for the hours that he did. As engrossed as he was in her for that time, he was nonetheless aware that the lady's time was nowhere near inexpensive. As long overdue as this bit of self-care was, Steel wasn't yet back in the position to spend indiscriminately. So while he lay there after the most recent round, willing his heart to return to a more casual cadence and his breathing to even out, he only toyed with the idea of staying for the entirety of the night. Even if he'd have been able to afford it without consequence, he still had work to get done, and sadly none of it involved driving the beautiful woman at his side to vulgarity once again.

Lamentable, but... ah, well. Such was life.

"Mmph," he hummed, before drawing a deep and slow breath. "Darling, I do believe you've used me up," he quietly teased, turning his head to find her where she lay.


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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #28 on: Oct 11, 19, 06:55:57 AM »
Memories were funny and fuzzy when they were bought and paid for, Fairuz knew. So before this one was, she drew it out as long as Steel would let her and could physically tolerate. The Hearth Witch stayed with him with every shift of speed and change of mood or mutually desired controlled viciousness. She let him lead and yet there were absolutely moments in which the courtesan revealed her preferences, among them, having her hips squeezed while they both took what was sorely needed.

Fairuz liked to kiss while a man pushed himself into her at a steady clip of speed, enough to make for breathlessness for both partners. Hours had not been what she had planned for, but pass by generously they did. Her cheeks were bright from a litany of shouts, moans and screams. More, she did not immediately clean away the warm sweat from the effort spent that left their psychic impressions upon her skin for just a little longer. No, subtle cleansing Craft between the thighs only for them both presuming he allowed her the pleasure.

There was more the woman liked that couldn't be garnered in a single sample, or even three, as much as she imagined so did he. Fairuz contented herself with the imaginative impossibility of learning all of those preferences.

She did not speak afterward immediately and only allowed the brilliant sharpness of her gaze and her unwillingness to move to speak for being completely sated. Had she over her time in this way had a man who was willing to place her pleasure as at least equal to receiving his own? She could not remember many. His lack of carelessness was very well noted in Steel's favour. She traced her fingertips down the muscles of his bicep and forearm, still silent.

Yet, a brilliant smile sweetened Fairuz's face once the Prince spoke again. "I have? And you think I have hips that might move still?" Her golden eyes danced complimentarily; she didn't need to even try to oversell it. The warm ache of very good sex would linger. "Even if I felt the desire, needed to and were physically capable ... I would not see the purpose of troubling myself with further entertainment this evening. I am glad that I could wear you down so well ... as you have me." She rolled her shoulders and slowly stretched, leisurely in the movement and nothing of it rushed.

"There is a shower behind the second door just to our left if professionalism remains a need for you. I can freshen and press your suit as well send for a small meal if you need it in private." Leaning forward, Fairuz kissed Steel's cheek before sitting up on her elbow to observe him. It would seem a shame to have to pour himself back into that perfect suit and not be the same, but the choice was his, even as she had an idea of the cost of the time, Fairuz offered no forcefulness or hint of awkwardness whether or not he departed in that very moment with nothing additional required. The Opal Jewelled Hearth Witch only stroked Steel's cheek slowly and deliberately for no purpose beyond simple and subtle touching.

The word caught in her throat, the one she had no right to speak.

Stay.

It bloomed into traitorous nonsense, that word.

Stay. Fuck me when you wake, surprise me with your mouth and tongue.

Fairuz said none of those things, of course, allowing her unprofessional thoughts to moulder.

"How may I be of service to you now, Steel?" She murmured it against the soft shell of his nearest ear, aware even that was merely a delaying of the inevitable. He surely was a busy man with matters to attend and people in addition.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #29 on: Oct 11, 19, 09:38:04 AM »
"Those hips?" he countered, reaching towards her. He shifted to his side to face her, and let a palm drag up the rise of her thigh to the now-familiar swell of her hip. The smirk that slid over his lips while he spoke was more subdued than it'd been at the evening's start, but no less mischievous. "I would not be surprised by any miracle those hips decided to perform." He couldn't help but watch her as she stretched. And while he could have helped the ensuing thoughts about what it would feel like to pull her warm and lithe body atop his own again, he didn't bother. He let that little temptation play out in his mind's eye, feeling the lure of desire and the urge to give in to it.

And then he shut it down, as though needing to prove to himself that he still could.

He smiled at her when she stroked his cheek and murmured against his ear, a soft and lazy expression despite the sharpness that lingered in his gaze. A hand reached up to capture hers, and he used it to gently hold her in place, so that when he turned his head he could kiss her. It was unhurried and gentle, but likely a clear farewell to the practiced courtesan. Indeed, once it broke, he drew into himself a resigned sigh and made himself push to sit upright in the bed.

"You, my dear, have done your fill of service for the night and then some," he told her, casting that slanted smile at her over one shoulder. "I appreciate the offer, but those won't be necessary." A shower sounded divine, in fact, and he was aware that nothing unpleasant would likely arrive as a consequence of indulging in one before he left. But paranoia was habitual for him, and he never even truly considered it as an option when the possibility of returning to his own apartment for such things was available to him. The only way he could stand to indulge here would be to take Fairuz with him, and he suspected that even the pairing of near-exhaustion and his iron will might not be enough to prevent him from racking up a higher bill in the process.

It'd be worth it, surely, but he was trying to be a little bit sensible, at least.

He summoned his suit from across the room, and found that with a little shake the pieces of it smoothed out agreeably. A large part of the reason his wardrobe was so expensive was the fact that he had pieces enchanted when he could. He'd never grown away from the habit of being prepared to look unruffled no matter what trials a day threw at him. While it'd been years since he'd had to go climbing through service spaces or ventilation chimneys in order to capture intelligence on a target, he was o less enamored of presenting a certain image no matter the time of day or night.

That being the case, by the time he'd pulled his clothes back on and stood to his height again, he looked no more worn than he had when he'd first approached her. Wherever she'd gone in the interim while he'd dressed himself, he followed her there and conjured a wallet to settle affairs with her.

"I don't mind admitting that you make it more difficult than normal to make one's self get back to reality." He held her gaze with no shame about himself as he provided the marks she quoted him, that little smile toying with his lips. "I'd like to call on you again, if you'll allow it," he told her, after. Whatever her response, he'd reach for her hand and watch her eyes as he lifted his knuckles to his lips for a parting kiss.

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #30 on: Oct 21, 19, 08:22:08 AM »
She chuckled when Steel mentioned her hips, utterly lost when the man watched her stretch. It took everything not to overdo it because he was watching. She adored that she was being observed, and especially that she could not sense his thoughts as he did so. It made Jason's smiles that much more intriguing for Fairuz, especially when he chose to kiss her with that lingering sharpness in his expression. Fairuz took a breath and sighed, stunned by the manner that he kissed her, knowing it was a kiss goodbye was part of the beauty of it all. She blushed hard when he spoke of her service; there were very few men that could pull such an expression from the skilled courtesan that she revelled in the emotions when she felt them.

In watching him go and dress while attending to herself, but rather than putting on proper attire, Fairuz dressed in a silken robe as the next thing she did intend to do was shower and dress, all while replaying every moment of Steel in bed with her. Even then the thought of him made her breath hitch and he hadn't even left yet. The Courtesan found herself wanting more before he had ever said the words.

The Hearth Witch watched the Prince summon his suit from across the room, still wanting him to lie back down and curl up with her regardless of whether she had any further energy at all to offer herself to him. She hadn't, but the fact that the want was still there was a fact that the Courtesan found shocking."I make it difficult?" She smiled in speaking the words. "I did not do all of this alone, Jason Steel," she remarked softly. "Seems to me we did this together, didn't we? So much together."

When he rose to his feet after his suit was once more put together, Fairuz's heart practically flipped about inside her body. Please don't go, she thought. Yet, he gave her the next best thing when saying that he'd like to call upon her again. Everything went swimmingly in her mind at those words, and it took vast effort for the woman to consider even allowing him to pay. As he reached for her hand to kiss her knuckles, for a final salute it was even more difficult. Fairuz watched the man with a heated gaze and rather than letting him go once he kissed her ever so tenderly, the Courtesan stood and pulled Steel close by the tie once it seemed he'd allow such a thing with a very gentle tug. "This one is free, and because you're just too beautiful for words," she explained, before kissing the man full on the mouth with everything she had to give before letting go. "Of course you may call upon me," she said afterward. It was all she could think about at the moment was when she would see him again. She wanted nothing more than his head to be spinning as he left. And all for the better if he thought of how he could see her again, and how soon.

"More importantly, you will take care of yourself?"

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Re: Breaking Good Coin
« Reply #31 on: Nov 08, 19, 08:54:57 AM »
Fairuz tugged the Prince closer by the tie, and the lips that met hers were curved in a muted chuckle even while he returned her kiss. He lingered there as long as she liked, unhurried in spite of how much discipline it required to not let his hands land on those inviting hips once more. He knew better. Tired or not, one thing would lead to another, and he'd be bankrupt before dawn. While he had no doubt that she would ensure he wouldn't be upset about that newfound destitution, there was business yet waiting for him. This diversion had been every bit the release of stress that he'd needed, and then some. But it was time to return to work now, and not even Steel's formidable libido could outstrip his sense of responsibility.

She made it a tight race, though.

"Always," he assured her with a mischievous little smile, when she asked him to look after himself. He straightened his tie and eyed her as he stood upright once more. "I hope you'll do the same, though my confidence in the matter isn't lacking in the slightest. Good evening, Lady Catullus," he told her, mirth glittering in that gray gaze at the return to formality, something that felt a farce after how intimately he'd known her this night. With her allowance, he'd leave her side and find his own way back out into the establishment's common area. For a man who kept himself so tightly controlled, these occasional bouts of exhaustive exertion helped to keep him on an even keel. That he'd discovered a venue to see to that need which also involved such an enchanting creature as the Lady Fairuz was a bonus, and not one that he'd soon forget. If nothing else, she had assured with no amount of uncertainty that the Prince would be back to see her again.