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Talking Business (Danjali 2) She padded into her room after she had spent the evening dancing and entertaining for the court. Anjali had already spied out the noble that was to be her client for the night. He had kept his eyes on her all night with the same lust that she saw out of all men. Well, all men but one. And she wasn't expecting that one man to be sitting crosslegged on the edge of her bed.Talking Business (Danjali 2) by ~AimLane
"The hell are you doing in here, Devyn Hummel?" she said, striding up to him. "I told you that you'd regret it if you didn't take your chance that night, but you can't just trespass! I should have the guards called on you."
"Oh, you wouldn't do that. I'm here to m
The Courtesan Patch (Danjali 1)The room they gave him for the night was very luxurious, with a four-poster bed adorned with dark purple colored drapes. The rugs beneath his feet sank at his touch. There was a blazing fireplace beside a small table with two chairs. On top sat an unopened bottle of wine, in what he was sure was an iced pail. Fresh ice, certainly. The room smelled of a mix of clover and cinnamon.The Courtesan Patch (Danjali 1) by ~AimLane
The servant bid him goodnight and to enjoy himself before shutting the door.
Despite the biting wind at this time of year in Chrysiope, the room was warm enough that he doubted he would need all of the silky sheets and coverlets that decorated the bed. Ever
UnexpectedEthan paced. He only did so when something was truly concerning to him, and he was never one to ever be concerned by much. He was…is…an assassin. There wasn't much a sharp blade couldn't fix in his estimation. This was completely beyond his estimation in any way, shape, or form. The notion of creating life instead of taking it? It was more foreign to him than anything he could think of.Unexpected by ~AimLane
Mira had been sick for the better part of a week and a half now. Any time they had meat or cheese with a meal, she at least got queasy, and often ended up bent over a bucket or the bushes outside while he rubbed her back and held the hair out of he
Uncivilized Music Devyn emerged from the veil of multi-hued dresses. Though her wardrobe was a rainbow, she wore the plainest of the bunch…but it was only plain to those that didn't know its story. The tan cotton dress was still fancy for that of a peasant, but that was because it was a wedding gown. After years of wear, embroidery and beading were unraveling and falling off. It was given to her by a rare sort of client: a man that treated her as a confidante and lover instead of an object. No one could value that dress more.Uncivilized Music by ~AimLane
"It's a good thing you're wearing that dress. Anything else would have been quite out of place where we're going."
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