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 Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2024 7:28 pm
Quote: Characters: Enzo & Nerys Prompt: Enzo looks for a partner to spend the lonely nights with, only to find Nerys.
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Posted: Sun Sep 01, 2024 7:28 pm
   The twilight hour was normally slow. Men were at the nearby eateries, lounging after their long days while indulging in savory foods and drinks. Many of the girls were free, and Nerys was no exception as she entertained herself with a game of solitaire. Cards were easy, the little dots on the face telling her the numbers when she struggled to read the symbols. Anything more would have been too difficult for her to learn.
The door opening made her startle, the cards before her shifting and rendering her game unable to be continued. It didn't matter anyway as the madam called for her. "Nerys! Obediently, she left the cards where they were and flitted over to the madam. The older woman caught her chin in her hand, her thumb running along Nerys's cheek with the closest thing to parental affection she'd ever been offered. Greedily, she leaned into it. "There's our good girl. Someone has requested the best. I trust you to give it to him." Knowing better than to speak back, she gave a small nod. The madam smiled, patting her cheek. "Room three."
She made no other sound than the jewelry on her ankles tinkling together as she padded down the hall. Who was calling on her tonight? Would he be someone she already knew, or someone new? She didn't mind this job, not really. None here treated her as badly as she had been back in Hyouden. Even the worst of her clients would be punished by the madam and her hired help if they got too rough with her. Food was given to her every night. This was a place she didn't need to fear. Something about that brought her great comfort.
While she struggled with reading the numbers, she had learned a small trick to remembering which room was what. Each word had a pattern. And each pattern she had remembered the number for. Three was the blue gemstone room. The room the madam liked to put her in the most, seeing as it was decorated in soft blue pillows and bedding. It was like a theme, knowing that her cold touch was often seen as a commodity in the ever hot deserts of Funkazan. The obvious connection of ice being associated with blue made it something funny for the other girls as well. All of them calling room three Nerys's room.
Her feet stopped before the door, knocking lightly before slowly letting herself in. "Amir," Her tone was light as she spoke. Leaning lightly on the door, unsure what this new suitor would request from her. "May I be of service?" It was a silly question. One she asked coyly. They both knew why he was here, what he had paid for.
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brothel ❅ enzo ❅ dress
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2024 1:02 am
 
A large stein came crashing down on a long wooden table, and light ale splashed leaking down the side of the mug. Four young men were laughing loudly, “Another for the Duke!” one man yelled out to the rightly annoyed barkeep. A large arm pulled a young Enzo into a tight hold, banging his fist onto the table in an attempt to speed up the ale delivery, “Tonight we drown your sorrows… you’re better off without that whore anyway.” Enzo narrowed his eyes, turning his head sharply to glare at the man next to him,
“Who-?!” Before he could finish snapping at his friend for calling his ex-lover a whore, another mug was shoved toward him, and the three surrounding men began chanting “Drink! Drink! Drink!” Luckily for fat man, Enzo never turned down a challenge, so he grasped the drink and threw it back, letting the ale rush down his throat, beer dripping down the corner of his mouth.
The young Duke grinned as he slammed the stein on the table- once again, except this time he accidentally did it with a little more force, and the poor mug shattered. Glass bits rained down on himself and his friends, as well as a few unlucky bystanders. His friends laughed thunderously, they thought it was hilarious, “Thatta boy!” One yelled, slapping his hand on Enzo’s back, “He’s just getting started!” Another yelled- not taking into account that they grabbed the attention of a large, tall man, older than Enzo and his friends, and he was making his way toward their table.
“Aye, look it’s the boy who lost the beautiful Elara!”
Enzo’s eyes shot up to meet the man who had just approached them, “And you are?” the young Lord slowly stood up, meeting the mans gaze. “I’m the guy who won,” So this was him? The man Elara was married off to. Enzo wasn’t head over heels for this girl, but he had fun with her and his mother stopped nagging him about marriage when he was with her.
Plus, he just really hated losing. Especially to this ugly fu-
With a sudden movement, Enzo’s fist found the mans face, striking just below his eye. Not much more was said after that. Glasses shattered as patrons of the pub desperately moved away from the brawling men. The Duke was never good at controlling his anger, it had gotten him in trouble numerous times. This wasn’t the first time he was about to be kicked out of a fine drinking establishment. But despite that, it was more important to kick this guys a**. Enzo figured that although they were pretty evenly matched, he could take him. He was younger, more agile, and well-trained. The two were locked in a brutal exchange, fists landing left and right, chin and head and Enzo wasn’t sure where he was punching anymore, he just was. That is until he started feeling some sort of force pulling him back.
Enzo attempted to shove off the men who were trying to break up the fight, but he was outnumbered. Familiar voices were yelling at him, first, they sounded as if they were underwater until finally it was clear that It was his friends’ voices. A warm liquid dripped from his eyebrow, causing him to reach up and touch what the source of it was. ’Great’ Enzo sighed, rubbing his blood between his fingers before he looked at the mess in front of him. It happened again. He should feel bad, the man lying on the ground was clearly concussed, he was slurring his speech and struggling to stand up. The Dukes friends waved off the barkeep who was pleading for them to leave, and led Enzo out of the door. Since young Enzo was still heated, and having trouble calming down, his friends came up with an idea to cool him down. The night didn’t have to end, one had mentioned- then suggested that the best way for Enzo to get over someone is to get under someone else. Unfortunately, it was late, and most of the young women had left the town to head home.
That is how Enzo ended up in a cozy room, with blue pillows and blue bedding- a perfect fit for the young lady he was about to meet. Enzo was… a little nervous, though he would never admit it. He had never been to one of these houses before, but he had heard stories of some of the women who worked in similar places. Some not-so-young, not-so-pretty stories. He wasn’t shallow, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have preferences.
Enzo looked up as he heard a knock at the door, he shuffled a bit on the bed as he waited to see who would walk through the door- and then, he was captivated. The woman who stood before him was beautiful, and that confused him, surely this wasn’t her. She must be the one in charge. His thoughts were interrupted by the girl formally addressing him, "May I be of service?" He was stunned- this was her? The corner of his lip turned slightly upward into a small smirk as he began to study the sight before him.
The man stood and respectfully bowed his head to the beautiful young woman leaning against the door frame, “My lady,” he began while slowly approaching her, his eyes taking in her frame, looking at her as if she were his prey. Enzo stopped when he was a few inches from her, his eyes lingered on her lips before making their way to match her gaze. Her eyes. They were unlike anything he had ever seen- chilling and breathtaking. “What is your name?” He continued, ignoring her previous question of service, “I like to know who I am doing business with.” His grin grew as he leaned forward, placing his arm above her and resting it on the door frame. His body casting a shadow from the flickering candles placed meticulously around the room. He needed to take out his frustrations, and she was perfect.
OOC: N/A Location: Brothel Company: Drunken idiot friends -> Nerys
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Posted: Mon Sep 02, 2024 4:47 pm
As he stood and approached her, three things became very clear. Firstly, he was tall. Compared to her many were. But he had to have at least a head on her, though it was difficult to be entirely certain just yet. Secondly, he'd had a rough night. It was written on his face, from the smear of blood that been wiped off of his brow right down to the predatory gaze in his eyes.
“My lady, what is your name?”
Finally, he was the kind of client Nerys preferred the most. The bow he'd given her, the respectful tone. There were a few like him. Ones who didn't look down on her because of the life she had found her way into. They were men with kindness in them who just wanted to fill a lonely night. He was inches from her, closing her in against the door. Not backing away, she pressed her back against the door with a coy little smile. The way he looked at her carried weight. Each searing look something she could almost physically feel until he met her eyes.
It was like she was an oasis in his eyes. His own were beautiful. Vibrant in a way she hadn't seen before. The way they glimmered with some unspoken promise was captivating. “I like to know who I am doing business with.” Leaning over her, his mouth quirked into a smile that told her he liked what he was seeing. It also made it that much easier for her to reach up and gently brush her thumb over the dried smear of blood. The sight didn't phase her. They were near a military camp, and many of the men came in after training to let loose and blow off their pent up steam. Instead it made her heart ache to wonder if he was one of those men. Would she be able to ease his burden?
"Please Amir, call me Nerys." Slowly she let her cold fingers trail down the side of his face, the tan of his skin making how pale her own was that much more apparent. Stepping away from the door, she pressed herself into his chest. Letting the hand that had trailed down his cheek slip under his ear and card into his dark hair, she held his gaze for just a moment.
The shifting of her anklets tinkling together mixed with the soft sounds of their shared breaths as she pushed herself around him. With a soft caress to his cheek she let her fingers glide down his arm before catching his hand and guiding him back towards the bedding. Once they were close enough she spun back to face him, a giggle bubbling out of her when he was leaning over her once more. Now he could more easily claim his prize once the mood hit him.
Leaning into him, she found herself pressing herself onto her toes to lessen the difference in their height. Her hands slid up his chest before tangling in the hair at the base of his neck. This was a gamble. Not every client liked to be kissed. Some found the women here too low to share intimacy with during the act. Normally she would let the client do it first to be sure, but something within her was urging her forward. The way that he had stared so openly at her lips had helped her internal argument. Whether she would openly admit it or not, Nerys wanted to do something for him. Or maybe it was just that he was too handsome to resist.
Their lips were nearly touching when she finally spoke again. "Amir, would you tell me your name?" Her voice was barely a whisper. Some clients didn't like to disclose their names, but part of her hoped he would. For no other reason than that she wanted to know it. Up close she could see the flecks of gold and amber in his eyes. Eyes she was searching for any sign that he didn't want what she was about to do. Finding none, she gently pressed her lips to his. It was a soft kiss. Sweet and innocent. One that he didn't immediately pull away from.
Pulling back, Nerys let her eyes flutter from his lips to meet his eyes. He tasted of ale, giving away what he'd been doing before coming here. Not that she minded. Keeping his gaze she slowly dragged her tongue over her lips, savoring the taste. "What 'business' would you like tonight?" She knew he hadn't answered her first question, yet she found herself asking anyway. This was his evening. She would give him what he wanted.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2024 12:33 pm
There was something about the way she pressed her back against the door that triggered something in Enzo, almost feral. The way she was looking up at him, meeting his gaze, giving him that little coquettish smile. He began moving closer to her when she reached up and put her thumb over his brow- almost immediately putting him at ease. Such a small gesture, but her touch was gentle, something the young Duke had not been used to. Enzo was a dominant man, in everyday life and especially in bed. It was not often that he allowed whomever he was sleeping with to touch him. It wasn’t a conscious move, he never even thought about it, and it wasn’t like women hadn't tried. It’s just that when they did, he was quick to grab their wrist moving their hand away.
So, when her fingers trailed down the side of his face, Enzo almost missed her name. “Nerys,” he repeated, his voice softer now- though still a little gravelly from the drinking. “It’s lovely to meet you.” At the start of the inviting encounter this evening, the redness on his face could have been confused for the heavy drinking that occurred earlier that night. But there was no mistaking the shade darkening the moment that Nerys stepped off the wall and pressed into him. Her touch was chilling, enough to cool down his gradually warming face- the feeling of her fingers tangling into his hair made him let out a heavy breath. One he didn’t realize he had been holding.
Her eyes.
Her eyes continued to pull him in, the way she held his gaze he felt like there was a force keeping him from breaking it. The sound of her anklets clinking refocused him, his pupils dilated as she moved her cool hand from his cheek down to his arm. Tough guy Enzo was putty. As he was guided to the bed Enzo found himself taking this opportunity to let his eyes wander once again. Her body was on full display through the thin fabric covering her, “Enzo,” There was no hesitation in his answer, he wanted her to know- no, he needed her to know his name. They hadn’t even gone further than light touching and yet he wanted her to know him, to remember him.
His gaze matched hers as she seemed to search for permission to do something, although in his mind, she didn’t need it, and never would. Thankfully, she understood- her lips were soft, as soft as he had imagined, no, softer, and they had an iciness that he had never experienced before. The kiss ended quicker than he had hoped for, but watching her drag her tongue over her lips was a nice sight- so he couldn’t complain, but he wanted more.
"What 'business' would you like tonight?"
Enzo’s lips curled up into an impish grin as his hand automatically moved to her hip. His fingers gently pinched and pulled at the loose fabric- fabric that teased him and begged to be ripped off. Gently, he wrapped his free hand around her neck, his thumb delicately stroking the side of her jaw- tilting her head ever so lightly. His hands were large compared to her face, so much so that he barely had to move his hand to allow his thumb to move from her jaw to her bottom lip, brushing against it and threatening to enter her mouth at any moment. For a second time, the young lord ignored Nerys’ question, he only had one thing on his mind. His hand slid under her chin, tilting her head up to him as he moved in to touch her lips to his once again. His kiss was, less innocent- to say the least, and while he was enjoying her tongue, he moved her back gently onto the bedding. Against his raging instinct, he paused and took a second to look at her, “I hope this is okay.” He knew where he was, he knew what this business was, he knew what he paid for, but he was still a gentleman, and he didn’t want to frighten her. If she did not want to continue, he wouldn’t push- but he hoped that was not the case.
OOC: N/A Location: BrothalCompany: Nerys
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2024 1:32 pm
A Few Days Later...
“Come back and see me again?”
Gentle words from a beautiful woman, a woman who hadn't left the young Dukes mind since their evening spent together a few nights ago. Enzo leaned back on a large bench in the stables, it wasn't common for royals to be hanging around the horses but he always felt calm around the animals. His eyes burned holes through the ceiling, as he let out a heavy sigh and pushed his hand through his hair, he couldn't get Nerys out of his head.
The prior evening, Enzo had gone out drinking again with his friends. His father pissed him off again and the only way he knew how to deal with it was to drown his emotions in booze, just so he wouldn't blow up on him. His temper was short, and his dad knew which buttons to press to bring it out of him. His family wanted him to find someone he could marry, and for a while he was able to convince them that Elara was it and they wouldn't have to worry about it. Since she was married off the topic came bubbling back up. However, thanks to the looming war he was able to put the "marriage topic" on the back burner, but it didn't stop the tension within the family.
The Dukes head pounded, he muttered shoving his head in his palms, clutching it in hopes he could squeeze the hangover away, but no luck. The old milk-made who had worked for the family for so long that Enzo thought she was an immortal witch cackled at the sight of him, chills ran down his back at her voice. "Get up and go to the market and get some ginger root and feverfew, mix it in some hot water and drink it as a tea, you'll feel better in no time," He sighed, the old woman did know what she was talking about... of course the witch would know. Enzo squinted at the loyal milk-made and forced a smile, "Thank you..." His voice was low, and he was clearly not in the best spirits, but the young Duke stood, using his arm to support his body against the wall before slowly moving outside of the stable towards the market.
He rarely went to the market, especially during the day, if he went to town it was for the taverns and well, that was it. Enzo shuffled through the townspeople, thankfully no one recognized him because he wasn't in his "royal garments." He preferred it that way, people treated him like he was normal, he always hated too much attention. It wasn't long before Enzo realized he didn't know where he was going, every stall looked the same to him. He sighed, he felt like he was in a huge maze, and there were so many people and his head was pounding and well, it was awful. Enzo put his hand over his stomach as it turned menacingly, threatening to greet the folks shopping peacefully around him.
“Amir Enzo?”
His mind cleared instantly, the only thing he could hear was that voice. Enzo shifted slightly so he could look in the direction of the voice, his heart pounded deep in his chest. Familiar icy blue eyes looked into his, a warm smile planted on her face. She stuck out like a beam from a lighthouse, her soft pale skin and light hair amongst the others, it was undeniably her. "Lady Nerys," He attempted to clear his throat but it still came out rough. He smiled back at her, his face tinted with a light red streak as images of their night spent together flashed through his head. "I uh," he paused, hating that for the second time she's seeing him he's recovering from another hard night. "I'm not feeling the best so I came here to find something to help soothe my stomach..." Moving his hand, he rubbed the back of his neck out of slight embarrassment.
As she started towards him he found himself moving forward wanting to meet her as quick as possible, ignoring the small bout of dizziness. When he approached her he wanted to wrap his arms around her- like they were not only lovers but close friends, however the thought of making her uncomfortable by crossing a boundary caused him to hesitate. What if she didn't want to see her "clients" out and about? If she didn't would she have called out to him? Enzo stuck his hand in his pocket and managed a charming grin, pushing doubtful thoughts out of his head. "It's so good to see you I-" he hesitated once more, nerves unsettling his stomach somehow more than it already was, "-I've been thinking about you..." He softened his voice as he looked down at her, studying her frame in the sunlight- she took his breath away.
Not wanting it to be a short interaction, Enzo quickly thought of a plan to spend some time with her, "I don't want to intrude on your day but would you be able to help me find some ingredients I need?" His gaze melted into her, maybe he could steal her for the day, would she be allowed? He wouldn't want to get her in trouble but he was feeling selfish.
OOC: N/A Location: Main Hall Company: Nerys, Haruka Mood: Excited/Nervous
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