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Dividends
« on: May 28, 18, 03:34:10 PM »
Roland would return to his office at some point, and when he next had occasion to open the drawer in his desk wherein he kept his sensitive documents, he'd find an envelope he didn't recognize. Nevermind that the cabinet had surely been locked, and that neither Craft nor the physical lock on that drawer seemed to have been disturbed. Focus instead on the envelop that was itself locked closed, though perfectly keyed to open with the lightest application of Roland's particular Craft. Inside was a memory crystal, encrypted but also keyed to unlock easily, but only at Roland's prompting.

If nothing else, Jason Steel would prove himself thorough.

The memory crystal contained recordings of a number of printed documents, photos, and handwritten notes. The topmost one read as follows:

Patriot -

Included is the information acquired during the investigation into the goals and origins of the requested businesses. In summary, four of the five are inert; included documentation supports this. At this juncture, none of these know they have been the subject of this investigation.

The fifth business requires further investigation, but doing so will involve direct interaction with the target, and potential exposure of the investigation. Attempts to acquire more information indirectly have been unsatisfactory, limited thus far by a lack of contacts here. There is sufficient circumstantial evidence to warrant further inquiry and I recommend direct interaction, but as I am uncertain how visible you wish this to be, I will wait for confirmation before proceeding. See item 12C for details.

An aside: business #3 has the best apple pie I've had yet in LT. You're welcome.

- Fellow Patriot

The referenced item marked 12C was a profile on a man named Simon Tvorn, nicknamed Brick for his stocky build. He was a Glacian expatriate who'd been living in Little Terreille for six years, and was the owner of nightclub in the Narrows. He had seemed to enjoy some rather impressive luck when setting up his business, as the club and its steady success seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere. Moreover, Tvorn didn't seem to have a great number of personal ties in Little Terreille. He traveled often, and not even his employees had a great sense of who the man really was outside of the guy doling out their pay. The cash-based nature of much of the trade done in the establishment made it difficult to verify financials, and Tvorn seemed especially cautious with keeping the details of his operation close to the vest. The success of the business seemed odd considering the poor neighborhood in which it lived and the expensive cost of admission, but it had upgraded its interior steadily over the last five years.

It could be just another front for laundering someone's money, like many places in LT were. Or, it could have a stream of income from somewhere outside. To determine which was the case, Steel would have to take more invasive measures that risked leaving evidence of his inquiry behind.

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Re: Dividends
« Reply #1 on: Jun 05, 18, 12:17:50 PM »
Roland was a little unsettled that the wards and protections on his desk were undisturbed, yet his desk had been accessed. Jon had a lot of people under his thumb who could pull off such a thing, leaving Roland to wonder at the security of his position in Tarn Nataniel. Learning that it was Prince Steel that had somehow accessed his desk lowered the Prince’s paranoia only a notch. He’d kept in touch with the other Prince through the course of the investigation, mostly to make sure that the man was still out there. Roland had done a little research on Dena Nehele and was quietly horrified by how savage the place sounded. Gustav had been invaluable in that respect, filling in some of the blanks where Roland had deep questions. The Light Realm sounded like one big free-for-all where people killed and subverted Queens just to say that they could.

It made Little Terreille sound downright organized by comparison.

He dropped into his chair to review Steel’s information. He read the letter and reviewed the memory crystal. Four of the five businesses were inert, which lead Roland to thinking about future acquisitions for his family’s company. He shelved that thought in favor of the final location, the nightclub in the Narrows. Roland had never been there, but he knew the place by reputation. Simon Tvorn was at the bottom of a list of business owners that Roland had considered adding to his consortium, but he’d not had a chance to vet the man.

He moved it to the front of his list.

Fellow Patriot’s next visit to Roland’s desk would reveal a note left in the same desk drawer that had been opened previously.

Fellow Patriot,

Thanks for the info. Will follow up on my end.

Same goes for the pie.

-Patriot



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Roland got in touch with Prince Embers, a man who was quite capable of testing Roland’s patience within minutes of meeting. They rendezvoused at a hole-in-the-wall bar where Roland asked the Sapphire Prince about Brick’s establishment.

Never been there, mate. I prefer my dives with a little more class.” Darien had said, earning an eye-roll from Roland.

So you don’t know anything about Simon Tvorn or his establishment.

Didn’t say that. Brick’s been a player in the Narrows for a few years now. Kind of a thorn in my side, personally. Those wacky Glacians, pissing ice cubes in everyone’s drinks.” Darien said.

All right, then. Thanks anyway, Prince Embers.” Roland said, rising from his barstool.

Not so fast, Prince Cade. We’re not square, you and I. You owe me for that little matter of saving your ass.

Roland cursed under his breath. “How much are we talking?

Psh. Only whores and pedestrians deal in cash, friend. I need a favor.

What kind of favor?

Darien named it.

You’re joking.

Do I look like a joker, Prince? Your answer should be no.

Roland grimaced. “I’ll...see what I can do. We’re square?

Oh no. Because you’re about to owe me another. Brick’s a big fan of the Bodelian. In fact, there’s a particular lady he frequents there. Spicy little number named Delaney. She likes men of a certain...social standing.” Darien siad.

Roland chuckled. “So she’s never given you the time of day, then.

Darien grinned. “Don’t bother with the cow in the pasture when you can sow your seed with the farmer, Prince Cade. Ta for now.” Darien said, lifting his glass to finish his last shot. Then the Prince stood up and left the bar, leaving Roland to parse that last bit of “advice” from the other man.

Only after Darien left the bar did Roland realize that the other Prince had stuck him with the bill.


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Roland arrived at the Bodleian with no flare or frills. His dressed in a black v-neck shirt and black trousers and few well-crafted bead necklaces of Nharkavan make. He took a seat at the bar and asked the bartender if he could get in touch with Delaney, saying that he’d stopped in a couple of times and hadn’t been able to meet her. The bartender confirmed that she was a popular woman, and Roland nodded, ordering a pale ale to pass the time.

He looked around the room and noted a few of the women he’d seen during his last visit, but not Lady Kaos herself. That was just as well. Roland didn’t need a repeat of their last meeting, where he’d wanted to tear into her like there was no tomorrow.

His drink arrived and he sipped it, hoping that he hadn’t shown up on her day off.



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Re: Dividends
« Reply #2 on: Jun 05, 18, 08:15:56 PM »
When Roland arrived and asked for her, Delaney was fresh out of the shower. It was early still, and she was just starting her evening at the Bodleian. She was still applying the last of her makeup when Rory, one of the Shields, knock and stuck his head into her room.

"Babygirl, you got a guy out here asking for you. Said he's been by a couple times and keeps missin' you. He's at the bar."

Delaney's eyes lifted to find Rory in the mirror, and she smiled for him. "Thanks, sugar. I'll be down in just a minute." Rory nodded and left, and Delaney returned her attention to her own reflection. Many of the girls at the Bodleian dressed up for work, but Delaney tended to do the opposite. In her down-time she liked to glam it up and often sported ruby lips and dark wingtips at her eyes. Fancy, showy dresses and coats, elaborate hairstyles, all those little things that made her feel like money. At work, she opted for a simpler getup. Her makeup was understated, visible but soft. Her nails, though perfectly manicured, were painted with a clear lacquer to make them look more natural. Her hair was usually simple braids or tousled curls, though tonight she'd straightened it and combed it back into a low ponytail. The dress she'd put on for tonight came down to her mid-thigh, though the skirt was flared enough to make that length just a little daring. In a soft blue, it brought out her eyes and hugged her ribs before flaring out into a shape more flouncy. She tended to evoke a sense of youthfulness, sometimes innocence for the clients of the Bodleian, a niche she'd been exploiting since she actually had been far younger than her present twenty-seven years.

She dabbed the last of a soft gloss onto her lips and then stood up to look herself over in the floor-length mirror across the room. She turned this way and that, then stepped into her heels and headed downstairs, towards the bar. She trespassed behind it, so that she could stand across from the stranger Rory indicated. She leaned forward on her elbows and gave him a pretty smile.

"Hello, handsome," she greeted him, allowing herself just a beat to really look at him. Her smile deepened a touch. "Someone said you miss me. I think they're just seeing the future and don't know it, though. I'm Delaney."

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Re: Dividends
« Reply #3 on: Jun 18, 18, 11:21:00 PM »
Roland sipped his drink and organized his to-do list for the next few days. He had a few meetings to address at Tarn Nataniel in the coming week, so he needed to talk to Breck about those meetings times and make sure that they were allowed into the Territory Court building without issue. He was halfway through a list of things to discuss with Amerys when he saw movement in his peripheral. His eyes slid in Delaney’s direction. He noticed her hair first, tied back and simple, which was nice. She was behind the bar, but she walked like she owned the place. Her gait said high heels and the half-smile that had appeared on his face at her arrival became a fuller and deeper one as Roland’s eyes slid over her.

Well, hello there.” Roland said, taking another sip of his drink. Easy on the eyes and her voice was nice, too. He laughed when she talked about seeing the future. He nodded in agreement. It was a nice opening line and good way to gauge the new guy without being confrontation or suspicious. Anyone who really wanted to meet her probably knew when she was on duty, rather than when she was relaxing. He suddenly wanted to see her from head to toe, but he held off from pushing the conversation in any particular direction He couldn’t tell if she was wearing make-up, meaning that she’d done an excellent job with it. Her nails looked properly manicured. Delaney took care of herself Roland admired that kind of self-respect in a person. Not everyone cared about what others thought of them, especially when it was important to make a good first impression.

That made it a little easier to like her, despite his mission of being here for information.

It’s nice to meet you Delaney. I’m Roland.” he said.

Well, I’ve missed catching you the last couple of times I was here. Was starting to think my made you up just to mess with me. But I’d gladly take another reason to miss you, if you're offering.” he said, taking another sip of his drink. He finished it and set the glass on the bar before leaning back in his chair.

You have some time to chat? Or am I catching you between things?” he asked.



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Re: Dividends
« Reply #4 on: Jun 19, 18, 01:38:42 PM »
Delaney's smile broadened at Roland's hello there and she bit her lip, playing at just a lick of bashfulness in response to his inferred praise.

"Roland," she repeated unhurriedly, as though tasting the way the name hit her tongue. Eyes on his, her smile deepened. "I like it. Pleasure's mine, handsome. Why don't you come upstairs with me and we'll see if we can make this meeting a little better than 'nice', huh?" His banter won a soft, tinkling bit of a laugh from her, and she leaned a little more over the bar top towards him. Was she offering?

"Definitely," she told him, the answer to the question he hadn't even asked yet warming there in her gaze. Roland set his glass down, and while Delaney listened to him speak she picked it up. She watched the Prince while she brought the glass up as though about to drink from it despite its being empty. Instead, she gave a delicate little sniff, then lifted one of the bottles from behind the bar. The glass was set down on the bar once more while she refilled it for him, though she lifted it once more to take a small sip, eyes on him, before passing it back to him with a guilty, playful cant to her smile. A suit like that, she didn't feel like she needed to ask if he wanted another round. He could afford it even if he didn't want to drink it. Besides, the fact that her lips had now been where his had been likely wouldn't escape his notice, and it was just one more way to make sure this little chat ended up making her some money.

"I got all the time in the world for a good-lookin' man with a killer smile," she told him, smiling brightly. She moved around the end of the bar and returned to him, this time with no barrier between them. She extended a hand, and if he didn't seem opposed to her touching him, she'd take his hand and try to prompt him to stand. If he did so and allowed it, she'd hold onto that hand while she turned and led him away from the bar. Delaney assumed that by "chat" what he meant was "fuck", but even if he didn't, her room would provide more privacy than the open bar would.

And hey, it was his dime either way. If he wanted to spend it talking, it'd be far from the weirdest hour she'd ever been paid for.

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Re: Dividends
« Reply #5 on: Jul 04, 18, 10:06:45 PM »
Roland liked her. She was just flirtatious enough to intrigue him and she could carry a conversation. The way she said his name stirred something in himn, something that Roland wasn’t used to from a stranger. He’d grown up around Red Moon women, but Delaney was already distinguishing herself with the easy vibe she laid down. She wanted more than ‘nice’ from him and Roland didn’t blame her. He hoped she was capable of getting more than nice out of him as well.

She sipped from his glass. His eyes fell to those lips and wondered, idly, what else she could do with them. Delaney was coming around the bar now and Roland let his fingers trace over the length of the smooth, wooden surface as she mad her way closer. He flashed that smile she talked about once more and, when she took his hand, he rose from his chair. Roland was all liquid grace, following behind as something sharpened in his gaze. Soft hands, soft curves, easy smile. He didn’t catch the scent of Black Widow on her, either, making Delaney a welcome change of pace from his normal “type”. She didn’t even have Amerys’s dark hair. Was she using Craft on him? He discounted the idea immediately. He’d know if she was.

They headed for the stairs and Roland remembered coming down these stairs some weeks ago to find Lady Voll, of all people, at the bottom. He’d only seen Kelda in passing since then and she hadn’t seemed anymore eager to inquire about his doings there than he’d been about hers. Roland was fine with that. Made it easier to work with her.

When they arrived at her door, Roland knew that “chat” would have to become “fuck” at some point in the discussion. Right now, reached into his Green and opened his mind, studying Delaney as she invited him into the room. He needed to know what she most wanted to hear from him, a way to keep the discussion moving without forcing it or making her shut down before he got what he needed...and what he wanted.

Once they were behind the closed door, Roland reached out with both hands to grasp her shoulders and massage them gently.

Nice place. I like it.” he said, looking around for anything that gave him a better idea of who she was beyond the persona she was playing for him at the moment.



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Re: Dividends
« Reply #6 on: Jul 06, 18, 06:49:46 PM »
Delaney could be a pretty simple creature, in some ways. She belonged to the Bodleian by choice, and she enjoyed her trade. Maybe that came through in the genuine warmth and delight Roland might pick up on while she led him up to her room. Maybe it was the room itself that clued him in, as it was appointed with the attention to detail that spoke of someone invested in setting a scene. He could likely surmise that her job was important to her, and that so long as he was a potential future-happy-customer in her eyes, she'd do what she could to connect with him.

If Roland was observant, Delaney's room might also clue him in to the idea that she was a Little Terreillian native. She had the look about her, of course, not easily ascribing any one ethnicity to her blend of coloring. Among all of the pale, sheer sashes and tapestries that softened the feel of the room was an age-softened banner for Love's Bite, an old speakeasy that had once been a staple of downtown but had closed down years ago. A poster for a defunct band out of Goth peeked out from behind a fall of scarves, as did a piece of sepia-toned art depicting the riverside as it'd looked before a chunk of the development that'd occurred in the last ten years or so. The Bodleian hadn't been around very long yet, though, which meant these things had been intentionally brought here when Delaney was decorating. Perhaps they were all a comfort to her, the way so many people found solace in nostalgia. 

Delaney's room was primarily decorated in whites and neutrals, with little touches of pale color here and there to warm it. Overall it felt young and reinforced the wholesomeness that the low-maintenance styling of her person broadcasted. The bed was neatly made but loaded with comfy-looking pillows and draped in netting. There was a sitting area with a loveseat facing a Craft facsimile of a fireplace, though it was currently unlit. Fairy lights were woven in among the wall decor, though, giving a dream-like feel to the place. The room struck an intentional balance between vibes; people seeking the youthful and people seeking the calm could both find something to appreciate here.

Delaney opened her mouth to offer Roland another drink, but was stopped by his hands alighting on her shoulders.

"Mmph," she hummed, relaxing into his hands. This close, Roland likely wouldn't miss the faint air of seduction Craft that followed Delaney about like a light perfume. It wasn't strong enough to strong arm anyone into anything. It was just a whisper, just something to help ease the mood if there was tension. It probably wasn't any stronger an effect than the little purring noise Delaney made in response to Roland rubbing her shoulders.

"It likes you too, handsome," she told him, a grin spreading over her lips. She lifted her hands to cover his at her shoulders. "C'mon," she said, and she'd tried to lead him to the loveseat to sit him down there. "It's my turn. Here, why don't you take that off?" she suggested, tugging on the sleeve to his suitcoat. "I know you said you just wanna chat, but there's no reason you can't get comfortable. It's a nice jacket anyway, would hate to see it wrinkled."

If Roland obliged her, she'd move to stand behind the couch, and would start rubbing his shoulders.

"So. Roland. What's got you lookin' for little ol' me?" she asked him, her tone unhurried and straddling the line between playful and sultry.

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Re: Dividends
« Reply #7 on: Jul 12, 18, 11:49:05 PM »
Roland did, in fact, cast his gaze about the room as he rubbed Delaney’s shoulders for a moment. Learning that she was from Little Terreille allowed him to relax with her, just a little. Roland loved Little Terreille, even after everything that had happened, and it was always nice to find someone else who cared about it enough to have keepsakes. The banne for Love’s Bite especially caught his eye because, until now, he hadn’t know that any of thing of that old place still existed. The nostalgia made him think of his youth and times when Little Terreille held all the promise in the world, even for a young man who’d little gone from rags to riches overnight.

Love’s Bite? My old man used to frequent that place. He loved it. My mother used to hate those stories.” Roland said, laughing at how much Dorian and Grisela used to tiff over that.

He followed her to the loveseat and sat down, unbuttoning his coat. Delaney helped him slide it of his broad shoulders, exposing the light blue dress shirt and black tie beneath. She had a point about not wrinkling the jacket, so Roland let her take it and got comfortable on the loveseat. The Seduction Craft was so subtle that he almost missed it. He’d had to concentrate to pick it out of the air. He let it go as soon as it happened because he found that he didn’t mind it at all.

She’d find his shoulders tight with tension. Roland sighed as she worked his muscles. The tension and stress of the last few days faded away until all he could think about was the feel of her hands. It all felt so good that it took him a minute to answer her question.

Yeah, that...so there’s a gent that comes around here from time to time. Simon. Calls himself Brick, I guess. Been trying to catch up with him. I heard you know him.” Roland said.

Is that true?



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« Reply #8 on: Jul 13, 18, 09:57:56 AM »
"It was a good time," she said with a grin, regarding the old pub. "I knew the owners, back in the day. Hung out there sometimes when I had time to kill." When she was looking for clients, that was. The owners had been Hell Lords, though that hadn't been terribly well known. It hadn't been unusual for their girls to haunt that place looking for lonely men with deep pockets. Those folks were gone now, though, and that thought threatened to sober Delaney's mood for a beat.

She pressed through and distracted herself with setting Roland's jacket aside and setting hands to the Prince's shoulders.

"Wow," she breathed, as she began to knead at the knotted muscle under her hands. Her voice was intentionally soft as she spoke, meant to help with the process of relaxing him. "I'm glad you came to see me, sugar. You're walking around clenched up tighter than a virgin's knees. What on earth has got you so stressed out?" Young as she might've looked, Delaney was no newbie to such work. She worked the tension out of his shoulders and neck with experienced hands, gently leading him away from whatever stress had tightened him up in the first place.

It was Delaney's turn to pause when Roland finally asked about Brick. Her hands kept moving, but she took a beat or two to try and decide on a response to his question. It was against policy to talk about other clients, but she didn't want to shut down the conversation entirely and have him walk away now.

"Everyone around here knows Brick," she told him, smiling sideways as though the question amused her. "He comes around now and then, sure." That much, at least, was public knowledge and nothing she felt conflicted about sharing. "The desk would probably hold a message for him for you, if you asked," she offered, helpfully. "I'm more interested in you, though," she said, a note of playfulness returning to her voice. She leaned down nearer to him. "What kind of work do you do, sugar? I bet it's something hard, based on how tense you are, hm?" It was hard to discern whether she knew who he was or not. It was entirely possible that she was just allowing him the chance to construct a fantasy for their time together, or maybe she really was just disconnected from Territory politics enough to have no idea of his station.

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Re: Dividends
« Reply #9 on: Jul 13, 18, 10:22:13 AM »
Delaney’s comments over his shoulders earned a deep sigh, though whether it was because he agreed with her or because she’d finally worked that damned kink out of his neck, it was hard to say. Between the training sessions with the guard and making sure that he was on top of his game at all times, Roland had several plates spinning. He sighed again as she worked out another tension knot, a groan of relief escaping his lips he felt his body loosening in response to her work. Delaney was a natural at her chosen profession.

Those hands of yours are magic, m’dear.” Roland murmured. These simple acts of touch carried a note of intimacy that Roland was missing from his life. Had he been asked before this moment, he wouldn’t have been able to name what was missing. There would have been some hand-waving, a few non-committal sounds, and then a shrug of his shoulders. It was hard to render Roland speechless, but talking about his feelings was certainly a way to do it. He didn’t expect Delaney to start unpacking his issues (thank Mother Night), but she’d already earned her fee by offering Roland something he rarely received: being the focus of someone’s undivided attention.

Ehh, it’s work. Mostly. Business stuff, working with Courts.” he said.

Knowing that Brick frequented this place didn’t tell him much more than he knew before, but knowing that the desk would hold a message for him helped. She probably couldn’t say much more without breaking some kind of oath. The Red Moon women that Roland grew up kept a strict, unspoken rule about not talking to clients about other clients. The Bodleian probably had the same policy in place. Delaney deftly swung the discussion back to him, though, confirming Roland’s suspicion. She wanted to earn her keep today. Roland was inclined to let her.

I’m trying to build a better life for people who, all told, probably don’t want it. But I’m a sucker for trying to fix things. Always have been.” he said.

I want to take care of the people I grew up with, but most of them don’t really need it. Sounds pretty silly, doesn’t it?



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Re: Dividends
« Reply #10 on: Jul 13, 18, 11:15:51 AM »
"Mmph. I don't doubt it," she said, when he revealed that he worked with the courts. Her voice remained soft, nearly a purr in its soothing cadence. "That's a headache waiting to happen no matter who you are." She was glad to hear him take the lead about leaving a message for Brick; it left her free to focus on tending to him rather than having to split her focus between meeting the needs of her current client and protecting the privacy of a previous one.

The smile that bloomed on her face when he confessed to wanting to fix things warmed her voice when she responded.

"Not for nothin', handsome, but that sounds a little too good to be true, if you ask me," she told him, keeping the topic light and just a little playful. "Seems like that's not something an LT native is gonna trust too easy, I bet. Some people dunno how to live a life that's not hard. They feel like they aren't worth anything if they're not suffering for their daily bread, you know? Nice guy like you, I bet that frustrates the hell outta you, huh?"

Her hands had been working the whole time. Despite the fact that the knots were gone from his shoulders, she continued the massage with a softer touch just because he seemed to enjoy it. Now, however, she paused. She leaned down until her face was beside his, and looked over at him from an angle.

"But it doesn't sound silly at all to me. It sounds noble. Little Terreille needs more of that, so don't you let 'em wear you down, handsome. Alright?" She gave him a sideways smile, then stood up to her full height again, and rubbed her hands in long strokes down his shoulders and over the tops of his arms, then back up to his neck and forward, down over his chest.

"I'd like to help you relax, sugar. I think I'd enjoy that very much, in fact. What do you think?" Her hands dragged back up to his shoulders, then pushed down again, this time a little lower. With each pass, her hands pushed a little closer to his abdomen, only suggesting where else they could go. To reach his abs she had to lean near to him, and while there she turned her head so that her lips brushed his ear as she spoke. "You gonna let me take care of you, sexy?"

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Re: Dividends
« Reply #11 on: Jul 21, 18, 02:39:35 PM »

Mm. yeah. Point taken. Guess I’m just stuck on the idea of appealing to people’s better natures.” Roland said, when Delaney pointed out that many of the natives didn’t understand a life that wasn’t hard. Even the ones who worked all day and went home at night to very little could say proudly that what they had was theirs and that they didn’t owe it to anyone else. Roland recognized that kind of pride and it was a hard thing to shove down, even when someone in an expensive suit showed up proclaiming a better way to live their lives.

Yeah, it sounded bad when he thought about it like that.

Whether or not Delaney was working him right now, it didn’t matter. It felt good to hear, out loud, that Roland wasn’t wasting his time trying to help others. Amerys never considered it a waste of time, but she wasn’t deterred by the idea of hard work. She lit the way and forced others to follow. Delaney’s encouragement, combined with the way her hands moved over his body, brought deeper relaxation. Those hands moved lower down his body, though not as low as they could have. Roland was suddenly interested in how she could take care of him and his hands grasped her wrists.

Yeah, I want you to take care of me, Delaney. I’d like that very much.” Roland said, a bit of a growl in his voice. He turned his just enough to capture her lips with his own, pressing a soft, yet heated kiss to her mouth. He released her wrists to let her explore she wanted, though the kiss grew more demanding if she let it continue.



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Re: Dividends
« Reply #12 on: Jul 24, 18, 04:41:39 PM »
I'd like that very much, the Prince said, like he was accepting a dinner invitation. The man needed to unwind something fierce, Delaney thought. Slowly, though; he seemed the sort to like a kind of controlled descent. The witch's responding grin was eclipsed by Roland's kiss, the heat of which only confirmed for her that he'd gone too long without expressing himself properly. She was glad for it, really; few people appreciated her work so well as those who didn't know how good they could have it. With every moment that passed she built out more of the profile she'd begun collecting for him in her mind. Every client was different, every one had particular preferences and ticks that, when tended to properly, could make the difference between a visit to a brothel and a visit to Delaney in their minds. After he was gone she'd start a memory crystal for him, a repository of all the little details she'd learn about what he liked and didn't like. A well-off courtier was enough of a catch on his own, but one that was nice to look at and took care of himself? There was no way Delaney was gonna let him go without doing everything in her power to make him a repeat customer.

She didn't shy from his kiss, and instead matched him press for press, pull for pull. It was easy enough to let the contact rouse her, and the longer they played at that kiss, the longer her Craft would seep quietly into his body and keep him invested. Not that she thought he'd need help. Not with her hands making those slow passes over his abdomen and chest. She undid his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt without so much as a glance, and if he didn't stop her she'd soon have his torso exposed.

"Damn," she whispered, a little short of breath between kisses. She lingered with her face near his, but turned her attention to his body while she pushed her hands down over his newly-revealed flesh. "Daddy you are fine," she whispered, as though more to herself than to him. When she met his eyes again, she was grinning playfully. "Where've you been hiding?" She didn't wait for an answer, though, and kissed him again, instead. While she did so, she leaned further and let her hands slip down over the front of his pants. She all but purred against his mouth at the feel of him there beneath her hands, and she lingered there a moment to stroke him through his slacks.

Delaney broke the kiss again when her lungs were screaming, and she nipped at the Prince's lip and jaw while she caught her breath. Unfastening his belt and slacks became an effortless thing, and soon she had him in hand, the weight of him cradled by the warm silk of her palm. Her lips wandered to his cheek, his temple, then his ear, where he'd hear a quiet Mmph of approval when she began to pump her hand slowly around his dick.

"I gotta admit, you got me a little excited, handsome," she confessed, her voice low and sincere at his side. "We're gonna take our time and make sure you're feelin' good... but I already can't wait for what's coming," she said, her voice rounded with a playful sort of guiltiness. "Mm, I like the way you feel," she told him, her voice dipping to a distracted whisper. "Shhh, uh-uh..." she said, when his hands moved. Bands of Craft pressed his wrists into the couch cushions. It was only Basic Craft, a mere whisper of power that he could break through without any real effort, if he wanted to. If he didn't want to, the effect would make just enough of a brace for him to strain against with his mundane strength. If he wanted. "Lemme take care of you, sugar," she entreated. "We're just getting started. You just relax, and let me make you feel good."

If Roland didn't stop her, she'd continue stroking him off. Her free hand would roam over his chest and abs, and every now and then would pass down over the top of his thigh. She'd kiss him some, and tug at his earlobe with her teeth now and them, and trail kisses over his cheek and chin and throat and the tops of his shoulders. Her scent, delicate and light, permeated the space around them, blended with her own rising arousal and the Craft that tried to keep Roland's stoked. When he was truly roused, when his whole body began trying to answer the urge to thrust into her hands, she'd sink her face down flush against his, temple to temple, turning her head just long enough to nip at the rise of his cheek.

"Tell me how you want it, handsome," she cooed softly to him. "We've plenty more rounds ahead of us, but how should the first one end? I can bring you through just like this," she said, pausing her words for the half-beat it took for her to make her point with the quickening strokes of her hand. "Or you can watch me try to take that big dick all into my mouth. Orrrr I can climb on top of you and ride you while you cum. What would you like best, sexy?" And it mattered not whether Roland indicated one of the options she'd named or something entirely. She'd obliged him in whatever he picked.

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Re: Dividends
« Reply #13 on: Jul 26, 18, 10:38:31 PM »
Roland’s body responded to Delaney’s touch faster and sharper than he expected. Whether it was Craft or just the need to feel someone’s hands on his skin, Roland didn’t care. Delaney didn’t back down from his hunger, either. She responded to every kiss and touch with equal fervor. Her compliments boosted his ego. She unfastened his belt and Roland groaned in approval at the feel of her hand closing around his shaft.

Fuck. Yeah, just like that. Don't fuckin' stop...” he breathed. Roland prided himself on his control, but he was still Blood. But he didn't need that here. He didn't want it now. Delaney wasn't Amerys or Ana. He didn't need to play it safe here.

Craft bound his wrists and Roland smiled, content to let the game play out. Being touched while not being able to touch Delaney in turn made his cock harden even more. Her hand began to pump him and every feeling, world narrowed to down to every place where her skin touched his. She kept stroking him, kept coaxing his release with one hand while her other moved over his skin. Soon, he wanted to fuck her hand. His breathing grew faster and more shallow.

Fuck me, baby.” he said, his tone demanding. It wasn’t just the words of a paying customer, but a man who knew what he wanted and was tired of tiptoeing around it. Roland had lied to himself when he arrived. He told himself that he was only going to fuck Delaney if the mood struck him. He was here for info first and maybe something else. But the moment she said his name, Roland wanted hear her scream it. Hell, he would have taken hearing her scream anything, so long as he did it while he was buried inside of her.

Nngh...fuck me. Now.



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Re: Dividends
« Reply #14 on: Jul 27, 18, 09:29:41 PM »
The cussing came out the instant Delaney had him in her hand, which was so often the way things went. It still tickled her, evidenced by the bright, sweet smile that split her lips at his reaction. She continued to pepper the side of his face and top of his shoulder with kisses and nips, and filled his ear with little purrs and coos of contentment while she stroked him. It warmed her when his body began to flex, when his hips started pushing against her hand. Delaney didn't know jack or shit about Roland Cade. She didn't know about his work, his Bond, or his love for LT. She didn't know about the things that had him stressed, or how rarely he let himself seek out such physical pleasures, or how much his control meant to him. All she knew just now was that he was into this moment with her, and that was all she needed. When he demanded that she fuck him, she pressed a kiss to his cheek and whispered, "Anything you say, sugar." She bit her lip, but grinned through it as she tilted her body forward and over the back of the couch. The Craft binding Roland's wrists melted away while she slid into the seat, into Roland's lap, specifically, and cupped his face in her hands.

She was still grinning while she kissed him, more deeply and intently than she'd been able to from his side. While she did so, she sat up on her knees and straddled his lap, then pushed his slacks down away from his hips.

"I've been hopin' for this since I saw you at the bar," she told him, breath short when she finally broke the kiss. "Not alotta men come in here lookin' quite like you, sexy." She licked his lips, teasing him, while she reached beneath herself and positioned his cock against her core. Had she been walking around this whole time without panties on, or had she just vanished them that discreetly? Hard to say, but the end result was the same. She sat down on his hardened shaft, and every bit of the smiles and little laughs blanked off of her face. She gasped as she speared herself on him, eyes locked onto his as though he'd betrayed her somehow with his size. She took him slowly, unless he forced the matter, allowing herself time to adjust to him for that first stroke.

"Damn, sugar," she panted, finally, when she was sitting flush against him, his cock lodged fully inside her body. She rocked against him once and Ooohed, while her eyes closed and her head tipped back. "Sweet night, you feel good," she murmured. She rolled her hips against him for a few more strokes, acclimating herself to him before she settled her body more squarely atop him, and pushed up with her thighs to lift herself off of him some.

Back down again she sank, her hands cupping at the back of his neck for balance, and she held his eyes if he seemed into that. If he wasn't feeling the steady gaze she'd bow her head and touch her temple to his, but either way she'd start to bounce atop his dick while making the most decadent little whines and breaths of pleasure. As much as she seemed to enjoy herself, Roland was the lead, tonight. If he indicated he wanted anything else from her she'd oblige him with a sultry grin. If he didn't, she'd ride him until he spilled himself inside of her, just as she'd promised.


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Re: Dividends
« Reply #15 on: Aug 03, 18, 10:09:01 PM »
Sugar had always been something to add to coffee or a drink, for Roland. The way that Delaney’s tongue curled around that word ensured that, after today, Roland Cade would never look at sugar the same way. He didn’t care that she was a sex worker. He didn’t care that this was all part of the game. It just felt good to let himself go and fuck someone who wanted it. She kissed him and his hands were on her ass the moment the binding Craft melted away.

She pushed his slacks down. Roland barely managed to keep himself from spearing her like an impatient teenager. He wanted to draw this out until she was ready to take him in. She spoke and it was like fire in his brain. Her kiss felt like it would set him on fire. He never saw her vanish her panties and, somehow, it turned him on more than he hadn’t noticed. Later, when he was back at the office, he’d drive himself to distraction trying to determine just when she’d gotten rid of them.

Her cunt claimed his cock. “Damn, baby.” he said, even as his hands moved to guide her hips and help her take him all the way in. She rode him, their temples touching, while Roland matched her whines and moans with moans of his own. Her name was the subject of several of those moans, though he silenced them by kissing her hard on the mouth.

Then he rolled her to her back, laying her down even as he remained lodged inside her. His hand reached down, lifting her leg at the thigh. He wanted just a little more from her, enough to claim her in full for this short time that they had together. He withdrew from Delaney almost completely, then drove himself deep inside her. Roland groaned as hardness met incredible softness, and he repeated the motion until he was pounding her pussy with deep, hard strokes. Her breasts bounced with each stroke, but all he could focus on was the way her breath caught, the sound of her screams, the way Delaney took everything he gave her. All the while his climax built until he could hold it back no longer.

Roland spent himself deep inside Delaney, and then withdrew slowly before lying down beside her as best he could. He stared up at the ceiling, catching his breath.

I wanted to do that the moment I saw you. Damn.” he said, laughing aloud. All the stress and annoyance he’d felt before arriving felt like a lifetime ago. He was silent for a while, mulling something over, before speaking again.

Would you be good with it if I stopped in, now and again?” Roland asked.



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Re: Dividends
« Reply #16 on: Aug 03, 18, 11:12:04 PM »
Roland shifted to lay Delaney back on the couch and she held tight to him and grinned against his kiss while he did it. He'd find her not only willing but also quite the limber little thing, and she gave no complaint when he summoned her thigh to his waist. When he shifted things up and began to really fuck her in earnest, Delaney was too into it to keep up the grins and the bubbly little sounds. Instead she gasped at each of the first few thrusts, and then moaned with a fullness that'd escaped her before. She was a professional, so maybe he'd never really know whether she was just playing to his ego when her body shivered beneath him and her voice tore out of her in a quick and desperate scale. It sure seemed real, though, complete with the contractions of her core that would all but milk his cock.

Indeed, she seemed a little dazed after, though she focused on him quickly enough.

"Yes," she coaxed him on, hands lifting to cup his neck almost lovingly. "Yes, baby, yes..." she breathed, panting, breathless, needful beneath him. When he came inside of her she welcomed it, her hands rubbing slowly over his back and shoulders, her voice rolling in a quiet and pleased purr while the last of his release shook him. He rolled off of her and laughed, and it was enough to summon a lazy smile back to the courtesan's face. She'd give him a few seconds to catch his breath, and then she'd roll towards him, posting her head on a hand so that she could see him. Her free hand touched down on his chest, and she watched it while it traced lazy patterns over his skin. He asked if he could stop in now and again, and despite the fact that she bit her lower lip, it did nothing to quell the grin the rose in response.

"Mm, you'd better," she whispered, leaning more towards him. If he let her, she'd dust his lips with a light kiss, and then nip gently at his chin. "But you're not leavin' me already, are you sugar?" She pulled herself up to sit atop him, straddling his waist. The dress she'd been wearing was still in tact, though she made a show now of very slowly peeling it off over her head, leaving her in nothing but her stockings.

"We're just gettin' to the good stuff," she whispered, walking her way down his chest on her hands until she was close enough to tease his lips with her own again.

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Re: Dividends
« Reply #17 on: Aug 24, 18, 01:00:44 AM »
Delaney was paying attention to him, making the moments between them count as though he might get up and walk out at any moment. It was nice to be in the company of someone who wanted to see you, no matter their motivation. Things at Tarn Nataniel were so damned impersonal (owed to the massive structure they worked out of) that Roland felt the Territory Court building sucking the energy out of him. Delaney’s fingers trailed down his chest while she looked at him, and all Roland could think about was how she sounded while he fucked her.

Yeah, that was going to make it hard to concentrate on work now and again.

Nah, not leaving yet. I’ve got some time and I work late, anyway.” Roland said, taking her hand and pressing it against his chest. The warmth of those digits, of her skin, felt like it was spreading through every nerve in his body. Maybe the alcohol he’d had before had a little something to do with it. Even if it did, Roland wasn’t fussed about it. He and Delaney were having a good time.

Are we getting to the good stuff? Because I’m in the mood for that.” he said, brushing his lips against hers. His reached out and grasped her ass, pulling her hips closer to his. His kissed her mouth, once, and then his lips kissed her neck, then followed its curve down to her shoulder. From her shoulder, Roland’s mouth kissed its away over her collarbone until he was at the hollow of Delany’s throat.

Mmn.” he murmured, inhaling her scent. Amerys had felt like this, pressed against him, but the pressure inherent in pleasing his Queen was absent here. Roland was glad to just be Roland and treat himself to the company of a fun woman and a good time.

Yeah, I think we’ll have to make this a regular thing. I’ll want to see that smile of yours...and a few other things, sooner than later.” he said, leaning down to take one of her hardened nipples in his mouth. He began to suck it slowly, letting his tongue brush against the tip over and over while his fingers tangled in her hair.



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« Reply #18 on: Sep 24, 18, 01:49:01 PM »
Delaney's lips parted and she inhaled softly, sky-blue eyes lulled while she watched Roland at her breast. Those twin blue suns were gently eclipsed when he began to suck, and her head tipped back while she purred her satisfaction. One hand cupped the side of Roland's face, thumb stroking fondly over his cheek. The other was curled at his shoulder, holding her upright even as he made her body want to sink like a pile of silk. She leaned back from him, just enough to put an arch in her back and make it easier for him to reach her breasts, and she wasn't shy about letting him see how he was causing her breath to hitch here and there. Unhurried, she let him entertain himself there as long as he wished, and only when his lips began to wander did she pull herself more upright and try to capture his mouth in a kiss. She hummed happily as she did so, both hands drawing in to lightly land at the sides of his neck.

"Mm, you keep that kinda hotness up, and you can see anything you like, sugar," she whispered, once the kiss broke. "But why don't you come with me..." she said, pushing gently back from him before rising to her feet. She held onto his hand even while standing, as though reluctant to let go of him completely. If he followed her to her feet, she'd bite her lip and grin, and then turn and tug him by the hand towards the bed on the other side of the room. "I'll see if I can find any more kinks to work out while you're takin' a breather, hm?"

If Roland was interested, Delaney would lead him to the bed and wait for him to lay across it, then she'd climb atop him, her light and warm body straddling his so that she could massage his back and shoulders more thoroughly than she had before. She summoned scented oils to work with, and a touch of spice kissed the air while she devoted her attention to working any remaining stress from his body.

Once Roland had had a chance to rest, Delaney began to subtly weave her White into her touch, using traces of Seduction Craft to combat the drowsiness that might be vying for control in the well-tended Prince. She leaned lower over him while she worked, breasts brushing his back here and there, and began whispering to him about how good it'd felt to have him inside of her. She told him about some of the many different ways she already wanted to feel him before they were through, hoping to draw him back towards ardor again.

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« Reply #19 on: Oct 30, 18, 11:01:12 PM »
Delaney would fast become an addiction if he wasn’t careful.

He followed her to the bed, glad for both the place to lie down and for a more comfortable place to continue their session. The release was worth it, but not nearly enough to satisfy him.  He lay down and she massaged his back, working out the stresses and strains of his days at Tarn Nataniel, largest building in Goth. One could see it from anywhere in the city. The scented oils drove away Goth’s perpetual scent, the fear and loss that still permeated the city after years of gang wars and terror.

Amerys had done good work, but Roland knew that her success had come mostly because Lord Harmaa allowed it. Harmaa controlled the money and the muscle, while Amerys brought her dreams to life. That should have been enough for Roland. His Queen was happy with her rule. She was happy to make Little Terreille something better.

So why was he still bothered?

The Green Prince might have fallen asleep wondering about that, but his body responded to the power of Delaney’s White. Her scent was more pronounced and the weight of her body on his back coaxed his hunger to the fore. He hardened against the bed and sighed, ready to feel her pussy devour his cock again, ready to feel her ride him with the same wild abandon from earlier. This time, they were both more comfortable, allowing her to set the pace for this round of carnal enjoyment.

Then she started whispering. Her voice smoke, and spice, and honey, nearly as good as her hand at making him hard once again. He didn’t care that he’d recently cum for her. All Roland wanted to do was roll over and let Delenay tell him how good he felt while he was lodged inside her. He countered her words by telling her how badly he wanted to bend her over and fuck her. How hard he wanted to drive himself into her until he came again. He told her that he wanted to take her again and again, in as many positions as she could think of before they were completely spent.

He shifted so that he could roll over to his back, keeping her astride him. He licked his lips and smiled up at her.

Go slow this time. I want this to last.



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« Reply #20 on: Nov 02, 18, 05:23:11 PM »
Roland turned so that he was on his back with Delaney still atop him, and the witch bit her lower lip and smiled down at his voiced desire to go slow this time. She spread her hands over his chest, intentionally sliding them down over the sculpted muscle between his collar and hips. Appreciation for the look and feel of his body veritably oozed out of her; she didn't seem to have to reach very deep to make it seem like she was having a good time. That little grin broadened as she leaned forward, slowly lowering herself onto her hands until she was close enough to kiss him.

"Anything you say, sugar," she whispered, reminding him that she was only too happy to oblige whatever urge struck him. Mischief and contentment glittered in her bright eyes, even moreso after she nipped at his lower lip and sat up atop him once more. "For you? Baby, I got all night..." With her Craft still oh-so-lightly perfuming the air about her, she continued moving her hands over his front. She paused at his shoulders to rub at the muscles there near his neck when she passed them, and then continued that gently-massaging sort of touch down his arms and back up. She went slow, as he'd asked, though while she worked she rocked her hips back and forth atop him. His hardened cock was lined up intentionally with her core, so that she bathed him in the heat and the damp of her while she worked, and rocked, and whispered soft assurances to him.

"I like the way you talk when you get goin'," she confessed to him, when she'd stretched things out as long as she thought he could take. She grinned at him, then added, "Then again, maybe I just like the way you talk, period." She raised herself up just enough to be able to position him properly, then slowly sank down, spearing herself on him with a series of small gasps that sincerely stole her smile away. Eyes closed, she seemed lost to the feeling of it while he parted her, and indeed her core was well-slicked with proof of how into the moment she was.

"Ohhh..." she breathed, as she settled herself flush against his body, his cock lodged deeply within. Her eyes opened to lowered slits, finding his face while she began to gently rock her hips, causing his cock to stir her insides. Her pink lips parted, and her breathing stilled momentarily. When she caught her breath it was rushed, shortened, quick. "Mm, my Darkness, you feel--" she started to say, before pausing to dig her hips a little more deeply against him, which silenced her for a beat. "Damn... feel so good." More complex compliments were lost in favor of moans and purrs. She took hold of his hands and encouraged him to touch her, however he liked. The plump rise of her ass made a convenient place for his hands to grip while she rode him, though her thighs were velvet-soft and inviting as well. Her belly was trim and smooth, and if he passed his palm over it he'd feel the strength of her core and the tension in her muscles as they worked to stroke her body against his. Her breasts were full and soft, nipples knotted into aroused little peaks at their tips. If Roland allowed it, Delaney would slide his hands up to cup her breasts, and encourage him to squeeze them while she fucked him.

"Yesss..." she purred, no matter where he touched her, so long as he touched her. "Love those... strong... hands..." she panted, her voice growing breathier the longer they went. If he let her, she'd slide one hand further up, over her chest, up her throat, towards her face. She'd press a pair of his fingers to her kiss, then part her lips and take those same fingers into her mouth. Her tongue lashed through and around them as she began to suckle them, purring quietly while she did so.

...for a moment, at least. She couldn't ride him this way for long before, those lips were parted by unintentional gasps, and the eventual lifting of her voice from her lungs. Delaney came hard, and the orgasm rippled through all the parts of her, from her mind to her voice, her breathing, the thighs that gripped his body and the core that gripped his cock. She shuddered in undulating waves, hands gripping hard on his wrists while she all but lost sight of Roland entirely for a moment.

Delaney lowered herself forward and down on him again as sense slowly returned, her breath still short even as she pressed a lazy kiss to his lips.

"Mmph. You're somethin' else," she whispered, before a grin spread across her lips. She bit at his lower lip again, and then sat upright once more. "Did you feel that?" she asked him, with a little laugh as she resumed riding him. "'d you feel how deep you got me?" She posted her weight on her hands atop his chest, and began to dip her hips more fully, more determinedly against his, drawing out the stroke. "We do good work, you and I," she teased him, that grin flirting with her lips once more.

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Re: Dividends
« Reply #21 on: Jan 01, 19, 10:48:25 PM »
Roland couldn’t get enough of Delaney. His hands roamed her body, grasping and gripping as much as he dared. She purred under his touch and that only made him want to touch her--need to touch her--even more. His hands cupped her breasts, then slid downward to grasp her ass. She rode him and he urged her onward with his moans. They came together, the moment stretching out for what felt like eternity. Then it ended and she was lying beside him. Roland stared up at the ceiling, catching his breath, while he figured out the rest of his day. While he wasn’t late for anything yet, he would have to get back to Tarn Nataniel and hustle to check in on Amerys before he got back to work.

He rolled over to his side, a lazy grin on his face.

Yeah, we do real good work. I’d stay and see what else you’ve got in store, but...I  have to get back to the office. All play and no work, well..you know what they say.” Roland said. He had to get back to work. Amerys would stop by his office at some point (if she hadn’t already), and she’d have questions if he wasn’t there. He also needed to make appointments with John and Breck in the future to talk about a couple of things.

Hey, so about earlier. You said that the front desk could hold a message for Brick? But I was thinking that the next time he’s around, I could be around. I really just want to get in touch with him about a business opportunity. And if you helped me with that, I’d make it worthwhile.

Well, more worthwhile than all the fun that we just had. Because you really know how to perk up a day, Delaney.
” Roland said.



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Re: Dividends
« Reply #22 on: Jan 13, 19, 06:10:19 PM »
Delaney bit her lower lip, but it didn't stop the satsifed grin from washing brightly over her face when the Prince rolled to his side and grinned at her. She reached up a hand and touched his lips with her fingertips, then rolled to her side to match him, facing him, and kissed his mouth lightly.

"I like the way you smile at me," she told him. "You may have to get back to work, but I may just lay here and, uh... think about that smile for a while," she teased him, nipping lightly at his lower lip. When it was clear Roland wouldn't be lured back into another round she eased off, sitting up to give him a little more space.

He shifted the topic back to his desire to connect with Brick, and she looked back at him, turning just enough that she could watch him from over one bared shoulder. Her smile turned sly, as though she'd caught him being bad.

"Now, Prince," she chided him gently, her mood still playful and sweet. "How would you feel if I let some other handsome fella talk me into tipping them off to when you were gonna be here? That'd be shady of me, don't you think? And while I might be tempted to make an exception on account of how much I like that smile of yours, that kinda thing would get me tossed outta here in a skinny minute. You don't want me on the street, do you, sugar?" she asked, reaching back to pet his arm gently.

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Re: Dividends
« Reply #23 on: Feb 07, 19, 11:48:03 AM »
Roland knew that he’d be back here again soon to see Delaney. Aside from the great sex, there was something else about her that drew his attention. She was empathetic, smart, and she had a way with words that stroked Roland’s ego. He hadn’t smiled this much in some time. It reminded him of the days before things in Little Terreille changed, when he knew that he could find a way to shift a bad situation into a good one. Since then, he’d been walking around half-asleep and always on edge for fear of something terrible happening to Amerys, or his parents, or his friends.

Delaney was just the right medicine for the moment. He imagined her laying here and thinking about what they’d just done and the idea nearly made him reconsider leaving just so that he could give her one more moment to remember him by. Instead, he worked on getting dressed because he did, in fact, have to get back to work. And now he’d go back to that work with a smile on his face and in a better frame of mind.

She chided him about his request about Brick and Roland looked down at the floor, laughing about being caught out. She reminded him of Griselda, the way she caught on to people’s games and chose whether not to play them. She wasn’t playing this one. Roland wasn't annoyed, but he realized that he'd just have to make Delaney see the value in working with him.

No, I like you right here where I can find you.” he said.

And I'll find you again soon.” Roland said, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from her face. His hand lowered to capture hers and he kissed her knuckles once more before taking up his tie and getting it straightened. He wasted no movement or time returning himself to the nigh-perfect man who’d arrived awhile back, but he was definitely lacking the tension that he’d brought in with him.

He looked over to her, reaching into his Green as her words played back in his mind.

"I'm about to walk out of this room. Before I do, though, I think you should make that exception for me where Brick is concerned." Roland said. He held up a hand to forestall another chiding. "Now before you tell me again that would be shady...think about this. Finding Brick will help me keep Little Terreille safe. It'll help me keep my family and a lot of people that I care about safe. You help me and you can profit from that." Roland said, shrugging.

He moved to sit back on the bed, his hand reaching out to take hers again.

"But if you can't help me with this, then you become my next person of interest. If I start digging into you, what would I find? If I make you the next person I want to know about...what do you think I'll dig up?"

He flashed her that smile she liked, but this time there was something sharper behind it.

"I guess what I'm asking you is...whose secrets are worth more to you? Brick's or yours?"



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Re: Dividends
« Reply #24 on: Feb 08, 19, 01:24:45 PM »
With only a White Jewel to her name, Delaney was fully oblivious to whatever purpose Roland had for reaching into the well of his Offering. She was smiling brightly at him, seeming fully appeased by both his praise and his promise to return. She bit her lip when he kissed her knuckles, but refrained from interrupting him while he dressed himself.

The smile was slow to leave her lips once he delivered his parting words, as though she only slowly understood what he was getting at. Even then, her expression shifted to one of hesitance and confusion rather than anger or outright fear.

"Person of interest?" she repeated, and despite the fact that he had hold of her hand, the rest of her inched away in a slow, mild recoil. "What's that supposed to mean?" But she knew. The concern that laced through her features was proof. But she reset herself, pushed a warm and silky smile back onto her lips, and rose up on her knees on the bed to draw nearer to him.

"Sugar, I don't have any secrets. All I have is a talent for making people feel good," she said, petting the side of his face if he allowed it. The same Crafted seduction that had brought him to interest before was thick in the air now, subtle but heady. "And the only way I get to make good on that talent is by workin' here. And I wouldn't work here for long if people got wind of my helping to set my clients up to be found when they don't wanna be. I wanna help you, sugar, you gotta believe me. But this job is all I have, really," she said, eyes seeming all the more large and gentle for the quiet plea that suffused them. She bit her lower lip and slowly let it tug free, worry shifting her delicate features while she studied his eyes. "I wouldn't betray you, either, you know," she whispered.

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Re: Dividends
« Reply #25 on: Mar 21, 19, 11:29:35 PM »
Roland was silent as the Seduction Craft washed over him. He could leave right now and not come back. He could let the matter drop and find the information on Brick another way. He could pay people to get him what he needed and leave Delaney out of it. She seemed like a good person. She was a great fuck. If he messed this up, he probably couldn’t come back here and see her. That would be shame, especially when he thought about that thing she did with her hips. Her pouty little mouth made all of her words sound like music to his ears.

If this wasn’t so important to him, he would take her once more and just leave. But he was sick of playing by rules that no one else used anymore.

So he reached up and closed his hand around her wrist, hard enough to get her attention.

I thought you’d say that. But you’re worried about the wrong problem. The rest of your clients don’t concern me. My name is Roland Cade. I’m the First Escort of Little Terreille and I get pissed off when people tell me they want to help but they can’t. Usually, it just means that they won’t.” Roland said.

Even now, all he wanted was to throw her back down and convince her to give him the information that he wanted with kinder methods than he was trying to employ now. He hated threatening people, but this was about keeping Amerys and little Terrielle safe. Against that, a pretty woman’s personal comfort wasn’t worth much.

I’ll come here and spend good money with you on a regular basis if you help me. But if you don’t, your problem won’t be about not working here. It’ll be about me finding out where family lives. Your brothers and sisters and everyone you care about. Then I’ll start burning their lives to the ground. I’d rather not do that. I like this place. I like you quite a bit. But finding this man is important to me, same as it is to keep quiet that I’m looking.” Roalnd said.

So let me make it worth your while. No one will know you told me. Just you and me. Help me out. You’ll make good money and it’ll keep rolling in so long as you give me what I need.” Roland said, turning her hand over to kiss her palm.

But the offer’s off the table when I leave this room. You don’t help me and the first thing I do is figure out how and where your family lives and works. Then they start losing jobs, privileges...everything. Bit by bit until there’s nothing left.” he said.

So the next thing that talented mouth of yours needs to do...is give me that information I’m looking for.



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Re: Dividends
« Reply #26 on: Aug 21, 19, 10:17:51 AM »
Delaney froze when Roland took hold of her wrist, when the sudden strength in his grip matched the change in his tone and the weight of his words. Her lips parted as he spoke, eyes widening some while his threats succeeding in threading little vines of fear through her scent. The math wasn't hard to do, even if it was terrifying. Roland Cade. Delaney had dealt with her fair share of busters who claimed more power than they had, but she knew that name. A courtier of any significant title could make alot of shady shit happen without batting an eye; she knew that from experience. A courtier from the Territory Court could rewrite a commoner's life entirely, if they were savvy enough. She didn't doubt that he had the power to make her family's lives miserable, nor that he was cold enough to do it. The way he'd turned on a dime had proved that much to her already.

So it was a quick and easy calculation to determine what her best chance of survival was in this, and so it didn't seem to take more than part of a second for her to fold in the face of his threats. She fixed her face, drawing a breath and erasing the stunned fear that'd filtered over it. She laughed softly, nervously, and summoned another smile for him.

"I wish you'd just started with that. First Escort Roland Cade, huh?" she repeated, letting her head cock to one side while she eyed him as though pleased by the revelation. "I didn't know who was askin', sugar. That kind of pillow talk will get me in trouble with a normal Joe, but if it's helpin' to keep the Territory safe..." Caramel-colored shoulders shrugged gently, and her thumbs rubbed over the back of his hand reassuringly.

"He comes around on Thursdays, early before the evening crowd. He runs a nightclub, and likes to come de-stress some before the weekend grind. He spends a couple of hours here, usually. Not every Thursday, but most."

She faltered then for a beat, and lifted his hand, curled within both of hers, and brought it to rest against her chest.

"You won't tell him that I told you?" she asked, looking sincerely worried over the prospect. "He doesn't need to know how you know, right?"