Post by RainbowMist10 on Nov 2, 2017 21:35:48 GMT -6
GENEVIEVE, courtesan
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Stone walls were painted with dim lights, a warm glow to the etched and cracked rock walls as the candlelit lights shimmered and wobbled gently. Patrons came and went through the lounge, disappearing behind doors to rooms belonging to coworkers while others slipped away to head into the opium den. Laying sprawled out on one of the couches lining the lounge area, Genevieve let out a small hum. A wine glass hovered by her head, kept upright and aloft by a subtle green force. It was at times like these, where relaxing was key, that her telekinesis came in handy.
Noises created a blanket about the brothel, a steady hum to cut through the previous silence. On occasion, the white mare nodded to a horse that'd come in, having recognized them from previous appointments. Luckily for her, it was a day off. She'd recently needed the day to sprawl about, drinking and during rare moments, even participated in the usage of the opium den. Today, she was simply on her first glass of wine, ear flicking as she took another drink from it. Glancing over with bright emerald hued eyes, Genevieve watched as a coworker - Nuala, specifically - stepped into the brothel, followed by her slave. The bridle gave it away, mostly.
She'd not talk to the stallion much, having stuck to her own. This place was home but it was also work, and she especially did not confuse work with leisure time. Especially considering how physically taxing it was. The mare let out a hum, shifting her weight a small bit and placing more on another one of the numerous downy pillows settled behind her. Quietly, she observed the stallion (admittedly a little jealous of his exceptionally long mane and tail. Why couldn't hers be that way?) and took in his features. It was uncommon to see the arabian cross scanning another in earnest but as soon as she'd started, Genevieve dropped her gaze and took another sip of her wine.
He appeared stressed? Perhaps? At least that's what she was picking up from his vibes. But vibes were just possibilities and she could very well be wrong. As another horse entered the brothel, Genevieve nodded in a pleased fashion, greeting the guest happily given he was often a regular. Briefly, he distracted and humored her until the mare found herself to be quite bored. With a quiet apology, the mare placed her glass onto a nearby table, before standing up and shaking out her mane. She glanced over towards the long-maned stallion again, inquiry in her gaze before she turned to step towards him. Nuala had gone somewhere, leaving him alone. Subtly was not her strong suit but forwardness was.
"I noticed you appeared.. tense," she mused towards him, ears pricked forward. "Would you care to join me through the city? Would your mistress mind?"
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MONSTER GIRL
