<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>Surrounded by delights<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Antonio, Velen; Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em> Indecent proposals</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Unknowingly, Antonio had advertised himself as an entertainer in the best possible light. Just from the few words of introduction Semele understood that 1. he was not employed by Celeste and 2. he was a diligent worker, utterly in love with the business if he preferred to show his skills instead of chasing skirts paid by his current patron.  The proverbial cherry on top was revealed when he started using the broken lute as a drum. This showed that Antonio was an excellent improviser, just the talent Semele was looking for. A pity that he wasn’t a Groom, she would’ve hired him on the spot and test the hell out of him. But then again, who said he wouldn’t become one if she was convincing enough?<br/><br/>She took a long, scrutinizing look at him, as the tribal rhythm made her hips want to dance and sway. It was a real delight to watch his sculptured arms move as he held the lute between his legs and to see his large hands hit the back of the instrument. Antonio was clearly enjoying himself, attentive to the reaction of his audience.  It was captivating, really. So much so, that Semele became oblivious to her surroundings until Velen came close enough to address her.<br/><br/>"Lady Semele, a pleasure to see you here. I see your guards are as friendly as always."<br/><br/>The little dragon on his shoulder flew around, forcing her eyes away from Velen’s seductive smile before it landed on the bench.<br/><br/>"What brings a lovely woman like you here, perhaps you're seeking the services of a bride. Or perhaps you've decided that a groom might be worth sampling this week. I happen to know quite a few of them."<br/><br/>She gazed into his brown eyes and just had to smile at the remark. Everything from the red streaks in his hair and pointed ears to the toned muscles slightly hidden underneath the fine suit screamed the exotic despite his best efforts to tone it down.<em>Perhaps not his best efforts</em>, she thought and with a swift, yet coy glance at Antonio she waited for Velen to finish speaking before making a reply.<br/><br/>"Ah, pardon me fine musician, do forgive me if I interrupted. I might be able to fix that lute of yours as payment for my unfortunate lack of manners in greeting you if you would like."<br/><br/>The offer was unnecessary, Semele thought. She was already looking to return the satchel of coins she initially offered and then some for a new lute. She made a mental note to add quality instruments to her hiring offer and complete freedom of choice for his costumes. Her thoughts dispersed at the touch of Velen’s tail making its way up her thigh. A most delightful surprise.<br/><br/><strong>"I already have my mind set on you tonight, Velen." </strong>she finally replied, parting her thighs just slightly, allowing the spade tip to slide along her leg just beneath the risen skirt of her dress.<strong>"Will you consider it or show me those that are <em>really</em> worth it?"</strong>Semele was aware that the last remark would sting a bit, even if she was just teasing. But he had to pay somehow for even considering the others, which she already knew and dismissed for the time being.<br/><br/><strong>"As for Antonio’s lute, you need not worry.</strong>she went on, this time searching the room with her cold gaze before stopping at one of the darkened corners near the bar.<strong> There are other...instruments he can play tonight." </strong>Meeting Vibeke’s eyes, Semele summoned her with a beckoning finger.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><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>Unexpectedly unprofessional of her<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Semele, Antonio, Velen; Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>The night’s events almost had her late for the opening act and late for the usual selection of clients. No, it wasn’t Snogflog’s playful little brawl with the newcomer, nor  the untimely arrival of a large shipment of booze almost having been sent through the front doors. Luckily, the staff members were quick as usual to detour the carts to the back entrance of the Casbah. What almost kept Vibeke from honoring her timely record was a man. She couldn’t downright call him a client because he never paid for the offered services. He somehow managed to slip away the other week without paying the lovely creature who did her best to please him.  He had the gall to return during the day asking for special service from Vibeke herself as he flaunted his coins before the staff. He was well-dressed this time and changed his hairstyle and color, but the quiet woman recognized his slightly limping walk.<br/><br/>It wasn’t her job to revenge the courtesan he cheated that other time,  it wasn’t even her duty to pinpoint him to the owner. Yet the way he addressed her and the staff, entering in broad daylight and crudely boasting with his money ticked her off.  Mr. Jeffrey kindly offered to escort the man out  despite his ability to pay big money.  Madame Celeste ran the One Night Bride with the right to choose her clientele and the man didn’t look like he was part of it. But Vibeke welcomed him in her usual expressionless manner and guided him straight into the Madame’s Delights Room. She got him hot and ready, blindfolded and gagged him, tied him up really good. But when it came to actually provide the service, she left him at the mercy of the house gnome who could give just a good a whippin’ as she, except for the targeted spots on his body. The old gnome was blind as a bat and was versed in the sexual acts as much as a monkey wielding a stick. He battered the unlucky sob like he was a pinata.<br/><br/>Dressed from head to toe in black, she was now at the bar gauging the clients. The woman made for a striking appearance, all fully clothed and obviously overdressed compared to the other courtesans. She chose a shiny black corset trimmed with silver studs at the upper end and a tight pair of leather shorts complimented by high heeled boots that reached up to her thighs.  She left her signature black roses flower band behind for the night and opted for a braided crown made from her own mahogany locks, leaving the rest of her hair loose on her slender back. The dark, smokey make-up enhanced her sultry, mysterious gaze, but the center point of her beauty were her red luscious lips.<br/><br/>When Semele curled her finger, inviting her to approach her bench, Vibeke didn’t instantly move.  She took her time to inspect the group surrounding the blonde patron. It wasn’t the first time she and Semele had met and she knew her bodyguards well. Of course there was also Velen, the ever-charming Groom who she was in more than one occasion tempted to …devour. The Half-Elf, Half-Incubus tease made for a perfect toy if only he’d allow himself to be collared and properly spanked, not like the soft tricks he pulled on his gullible clients. There was something incredibly enticing about his tanned skin which made Vibeke wonder how deeply red it could get under her care.<br/><br/>She wondered many things in fact, including what it would take to break that playful, jovial personality of his, to wipe that charming smile off his face and turn it into ecstatic pleas for mercy.  Then her cruel eyes lingered on the musician. She didn’t remember Madame talking to him about any entertainment for the evening, was he seriously trying to make money off of their hard-work? Well, she just might want to make sure he’ll never consider it again. Perhaps she will even enjoy teaching him a lesson or two.<br/><br/>With these thoughts in mind, the tall courtesan moved slowly towards her new client, wondering if Semele was fond of a Bride’s company tonight or had something else in mind. With her no one could ever tell for certain, she rarely visited them and when she did it looked like all she wanted was to put them in some kind of difficulty. Well, Vibeke would just have to match that intention somehow. When she walked, people would move out of her way, intrigued and compelled to get as far as possible at the same time. It didn’t take long for her to stand before the eclectic group.<br/><br/><strong>”Vibeke, this fine gentleman owes me a serenade and seems to lack the equipment for it. Would you be so kind as to help him reach those high notes on his own?”</strong>Now that sounded absolutely dreadful and quite dangerous, but Semele was obviously joking. She just wanted to see Antonio’s reaction, perhaps even watch the color driven out of his complexion for a moment. The tall courtesan knew Pink Hydra’s patron well enough to catch on that hint and offered Antonio a questioning gaze.<br/><br/><strong>”I’m thinking that the pool should make for a perfect <em>mise en scène</em> for a moonlit serenade. Shall we move to the Oasis?</strong>” the blonde woman asked not without a hint of amusement.<br/><br/><br/>