<br/><strong>Name:Semele (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129368#msg13129368)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Holding a jewel (or two) on her lap for the briefest of moments<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Antonio; Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em> None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>She was so ready, so eager for it. Semele hoped for a song good enough to match the dynamic scene going on between the Orc girl and her probable client. That would have been the only way to make a real show out of it, instead of a total fiasco in her eyes. Certainly she was always up for entertainment, but it had to be of a certain quality and she had such high standards for improvisation. Instead of giving Antonio an encouraging smile, her icy blue eyes narrowed. She switched from client to patron-mode, ready to evaluate every little detail of his performance: his pose, his facial expressions, his voice and lute, even the way he would address the audience and herself. But then Semele got to evaluate much more than that.<br/><br/>The second crack came louder and with a doubled effect of surprise. She did not expect a second toss, much less the breaking of yet another (and expensive) piece of furniture. Oblivious to the immediate danger posed by the whirling piece of wood, Semele sensed movement from behind. The Wolf-twins moved in sync, one going around the bench, the other leaning from behind, stretching his large paw beside her as he aimed to catch the threat before it reached destination. He unwillingly pushed the bench then, slightly lifting and leaning it in front, just in time for Antonio to land straight into her lap. Semele took a deep breath, instinctively trying to balance the sudden pressure of his weight. Then just as fast as he landed, Antonio lifted himself and sat beside her, much to the dismay of her bodyguards. They gave a short growl and nothing more, conscious of their failure to protect her from any incoming threats, be they wood or jugglers.<br/><br/>Semele curled a smile when she finally realized what the hubbub was about. Antonio’s lute was violently stabbed by a kamikaze table-leg. Indeed, he had performed adequately and then some. Any other client would have perhaps shower him with words of gratitude and coins. After all, he valiantly threw himself in front of the impeding doom to save her, sacrificing his beloved instrument instead. The means to his living, the loyal partner of his travels. The voice of his fingers...she made her mental point.<br/><br/><strong>”I believe there are other ways you can make up for it.”</strong>she said simply and smiled, gazing straight into his eyes. She was now certain that Antonio was not part of the Bride’s staff.  He did mention being “upstaged by the local entertainment” which meant he wasn’t a Groom, nor a hired performer. Suddenly his value as a possible catch for the night increased tenfold. Instead of paying for his services, she would seduce him. She felt like she was suddenly on the winning side. She would get to hire him for much less without having to outbid whatever Celeste was paying him.<br/><strong>”I am Semele, owner of the Pink Hydra.”</strong>she gave him the back of her hand.<strong>”Am I right to conclude that you are not part of the establishment?”</strong>It never hurt to double-check. All embarrassing predicaments were fun, until they happened to you.<br/>