<div class="floatleft">(https://s22.postimg.org/t5zdc0k4h/Jensen_Ackles_2004_by_John_Russo_-_12004.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Velen Fortensa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13131617#msg13131617)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Welcoming and Watching<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Velen usually was one of the first to be at the door simply because he enjoyed seeing the flood of people. The One-Night Bride was always fascinating to see open. The flood of men and women coming through the door with some looking like they were on a mission and others looking like they were about as confused as they could possibly be since it was their presumably first time. The half-breed incubus stood just off to the side watching the staff circulate, the women look seductive or innocent, and the clients begin their fawning. It was even just a little bit more special seeing Madame Celeste among them today. It wasn't entirely uncommon really but he liked to think of it as a good omen to see her right at the beginning. She had quite the presence after all.<br/><br/>Adjusting the crimson suit he was wearing he headed to the nearest waiter and took a drink. Generally, he had found, you looked more approachable with a drink. Well, he could just start working his incubus charm but that felt a little like cheating. So instead he took to walking through the crowd slowly letting his eyes linger on any woman who happened to catch his eye. Each one could be his bride for the night and he could offer them anything. But none of them looked for more than a second or two before looking away. Perhaps it was the knowledge of his incubus nature. It was hard to tell really since some seemed to adore that facet of him while others believed it made him too predatory. Quite the interesting comparison since more than a few clients had demanded he be just that. Oh he still remembered fondly one of his first clients who had demanded that he "pin her down and ravish her for hours."<br/><br/>He hadn't seen the woman for a week after that and when he did she told him she hadn't been able to walk for a few days. She was still one of his recurring clients to this day though her tastes had changed some. But that was neither here nor there. Velen made use of his powers as he walked to allow small illusions to play around his head. One moment it was a comically small dragon circling his head breathing fire and the next it was halo as if to imply he was truly an angel. He changed it every few minutes to keep things interesting but it was more to showcase some of what he could do. It had taken some time to get his magic to a point where it was considered acceptable to use in the building and, outside of his own room, he was very limited to things on his own person unless a client specifically asked for more. But he could work with that.<br/><br/>Deciding that, perhaps, the best thing to do was to let someone come to him he took a seat on one of the benches. Crossing his legs and letting his eyes roam he was keenly aware of some of the other brides. The more he had come to know them the closer to them he had felt. And more than a few of them he knew, from personal experience over the years, was extremely talented. He had no doubt they would find someone soon enough. Still none of the women seemed bold enough to come to him so he took to meeting their eyes. The first one to keep his gaze for more than a few seconds would be his first choice for the night whoever that woman might be.