<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/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Antonio<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>Partial nudity</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The whole thing was rather unusual for her, really. Vibeke had her share of deviancy, most of it created by herself, but this was completely...unique. As Antonio moved closer to the audience and began explaining what sounded like a whole circus act, the dark beauty remained in the same position gazing somewhere in the distance.  To the others it might have seemed like she wanted to be anywhere else but there or that she was at least bored and they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. There was something Vibeke constantly craved and all the other moments of the day or night where just a prelude, not even an interesting one, to that one goal.  Her ears registered Antonio’s words just barely :“...four...business...not Vibeke...toss...light one...” , while she was already anticipating the next “high” in her mind.<br/><br/>Lately it got harder and harder for her to reach that state, to have her blood and adrenaline pumping as she literally worked her ass off for every client. What she was seeking was  indescribable, there were no words for it, but she felt it, deep in her gut and then some. It was like heroin and weed trips without the side effects. And  it all stemmed from exerting full control over someone, but lately the sessions felt too short, the clients too weak. There was never enough time for truly mastering her art,  clients paid by the hour, rarely by the night and they came and went just like the tide. Vibeke had few regulars, but once they’d form some kind of attachment or need beyond the professional she’d discard them without a second thought. She was too emotionally detached to form a bond outside of the establishment, perhaps this was what she lacked. To have someone under her control 24/7, for her to decide if not all, at least most aspects of that someone’s life, not just in the bedroom.  She often wondered if that was the case, but never bothered to go down that path. Deep down she was afraid of commitment, not because it meant to reveal her vulnerability, but because committing meant you wanted to live for that someone, for something. And that was exactly what she didn’t need. She lived her life from one high to another, waiting for that ultimate bliss, the last, true ecstasy of death.<br/><br/>It was for that reason that she was the odd one out of the group.  While most came to the One Night Bride for entertainment, to make money, to lose themselves or simply to feel alive, be they clients or courtesans, she wished for none of those. Vibeke longed for death.<br/><br/>“Again, aim for me, not Vibeke or the pool." The words seemed to come from far away, drawing her back into a world she could’ve simply forgotten. The juggler returned  fast-paced before her and with a “ready when you are” encouragement he started his trick. They were all pawns in the hands of Fate and Vibeke saw no harm in playing along for the time being.<br/><br/>Her porcelain hands reached for his waist once more, this time pulling his pants down just above his knees and revealed  a physique suited for a Groom. She briefly looked up to watch Antonio’s expression, focused as he was on the moving balls. Returning her emerald gaze to the literal object at hand, she placed her fingers on its length and the other hand right beneath Antonio’s jewels, cupping them. Slowly she stroked him to hardness, exceptionally gentle for her tastes, not knowing what kind of preferences Antonio had. The idea was to make him lose focus in a pleasant manner, not to physically assault him. Or at least, that is what she understood from the bet.<br/><br/>She grazed his sensitive flesh with her long, black fingernails before she parted her full red lips and blew hot air over it. Lifting his hardness she then came closer and pressed her lips on his scrotum. To the audience it looked like she was giving him a long and pressing kiss, but Antonio felt the swift, teasing licks coupled with the soft little bites from her pearly teeth.<br/>