<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OV6LkpI.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:  Chantal (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129713#msg13129713)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Engaged for the evening<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Araxis<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The rapid movement of her 'groom' for the evening was far faster than most human men could manage, evoking a gasp of surprise that Chantal quickly stifled, her lips snapping shut as her expression was quickly schooled into one of neutrality that neither warmed nor chilled as his hands raked along her body.<br/><br/>His eyes were brilliant still, beautiful, but they showed nothing of the soul, but soulless men were nothing new, whatever form they wore.  Chantal arched her back, pressing her body into his hands in a conditioned response,  thighs spreading in a welcome that was likewise form over content.<br/><br/><em>"What iz your pleazhure, Araxis?"</em>Her voice was low, husky, with the memory of fear fueling it.  The fear that had taught her to submit was absent now, under the protection of the house, and her own bargain with the loa, but the memories of it seemed not to fade, even if they no longer roused in her the same response.<br/><br/>He felt like a man, certainly almost of all those she had known before the loa had brought her to the Bazaar.   Did he regret, she wondered, that he could not leave her broken, once bought?  It was that thought that heated her more than his touch, the knowledge that he could buy her body, her services, but he was bound by the purchase as surely as she.<br/><br/>Chantal smiled, her dark eyes glinting, honey-toned fingers sliding over his, the clench of muscles in her thighs drawing him closer with a hint of hunger that was unfeigned, despite the wellspring from which it sprung.