<br/><strong>Name:  Vibeke Veland   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13145390#msg13145390)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Under the stars and close to the emerald depths<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Semele, Antonio, Velen<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Despite Antonio’s somewhat justified fears, Vibeke wasn’t at all in a foul mood. Grumrump’s smacks on her derriere were nothing more than the usual greeting here at the One Night Bride and while she didn’t purposely adhere to the “customer is always right” mannerism, Vibeke had a way to make herself pleasing, or at least curteous to everyone who was considered a client. Especially if said client wasn’t directly her own. Knowing Semele’s generosity, she had little to complain about for now. It’s not as if she needed to get out of her way for the juggler or anything, in fact she was damn certain that he would be pleased to get the minimum attention judging by his attire. He didn’t look like someone who would afford a Bride or Groom by himself. Of course, her number one task as she understood it was to provide a show to Semele and her company, not necessarily to please Antonio.<br/><br/>By the time they arrived, the lovely Evithae already left the mystical waters. Vibeke stood near the pool’s edge waiting for the blonde patron to take her Groom inside one of the closest grottoes, as her wolfish bodyguard remained standing somewhere close. Vibeke gestured for Antonio to come stand in front of her so that all would have the best view. They were neither facing the pool, nor the audience, but each other, side by side with the edge of the pool. She heard Semele settling down on the wide chaise longue, beckoning Velen to join her. Vibeke realized that none of them could be seen in the intimacy of the grotto, whilst her and the juggler were the main focus for anyone coming up or down the stairs spiraling towards the Oasis. Would he back down now that he was utterly exposed to possible gazes from any of the four directions or would he go on?<br/><br/>”We are ready over here. My dear Grumrump, I know how fond you are of verbal descriptions and while I value your opinions very much, please indulge my craving for the night. I wish to hear no other sounds than those from the stage.” Semele said with a hint of amusement in her voice, showing that she meant no disrespect, but that her wishes were passed as law for the night.<br/><br/>”I could not say the same about your enticing whispers, do keep them flowing.” she whispered to Velen. ”They are as euphoric as champagne and probably cost twice as much.” There was a short laugh coming from Semele and then she was quiet.<br/><br/>Vibeke turned her gaze to Antonio and slowly slid down into a squat, like a serpent guided by its charmer. Her rear rested near the heels as she parted her knees with both hands before leaning slightly towards him to keep a close balance. She reached for his buckle and gave him a questioning gaze. It would be the last time she asks permission for anything or wait for him to be ready.<br/>