<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PsVJPDa.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:  Benjamin Benedict Brighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13173582#msg13173582)</strong><br/><br/><strong>STAFF</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Patience is a virtue... and a pain in the ass.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Travers, Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Benjamin watched out of idle curiosity as Andrea descended on the primly dressed woman and swept her off her feet. It wasn't a surprise - Andrea (and many of the other Brides and Grooms) was quite talented at that. But it was only of momentary interest to Benjamin.<br/><br/>Benjamin was not an<em>impatient</em>man, precisely; patience had its place in bartering, and it wasn't uncommon for him to have to wait for the right moment for a deal (or a heist) to work. But he hated<em>idling</em>, waiting for things to happen, and his patience absolutely wore thin when he started to feel the pull of wanderlust again, guiding him to new adventures to experience and new treasures to be claimed, both for himself and for others.<br/><br/>With boredom starting to edge into his view, he pulled out the small book in his waistcoat pocket, and started reading it. He had already read it completely, but he knew that any story had hidden paths, bits that were not evident on the first read-through that only came into light with multiple readings. He momentarily admired the leather work - something that would never have been done where he came from. Leather had such great value for the airships that it could scarcely be used for anything else; the only other known use was for foppishly extravagant clothing. Using it to hold a<em>book</em>- that was unheard of, and for a person's private diary even moreso.<br/><br/>He cracked the leather binding with care, and started reading.<br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">A few paragraphs</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/JRGliw2.png)</div></div> </div><br/>Closing the book again, he puzzled at his own<em>knowledge </em>that Madame Celeste would want this. He'd never met a succubus, or any other form of sex demon. While he'd found that the legend of sexy, lethal women existed everywhere, in every world, it varied - and to the best of his knowledge, they didn't actually<em>exist</em>where he'd come from. But his time in the Bazaar and the myriad worlds it connected to had convinced him that there was no such thing as<em>impossible</em>- there was only that which one had not experienced yet.<br/><br/>He was the Acquisitions Specialist of the One Night Bride, not one of the Husbands himself; his talent was in finding things. He knew the usual things that would always be in demand for the House - both residents and guests would always want food and alcohol in varying quantities, and variety was<em>very much</em>the spice of life here. But every now and then, he picked up some oddity that he<em>knew</em>should be delivered to someone specific. Often, they didn't even know that they<em>wanted</em>it until they'd had it for some time, and the utility of the item became suddenly apparent. Less often, it was a more general need, and that's what he figured was the case with this book - being a unique tale of the life of a sex demon who found love would go quite well in the House's library. But Benjamin's sense told him that it had to be delivered to Madame Celeste, specifically and personally, so that was what he intended to do.<br/><br/>It was truly none of his business<em>why</em>she would want it, although it did prick at his curiosity. He knew that he would likely never know... but perhaps the Madame would be so gracious as to tell him, once<em>she</em>knew. He knew it was not a pressing need, though - it was not urgent to deliver it to her<em>now</em>, and he was comfortable with carrying it until the next time he met her in person.<em>And... probably alone?</em>he thought, wondering why<em>that</em>would be.<br/><br/>Retrieving another rocks glass of whisky from the bar, he sat back down off to the side and continued reading, the day-to-day goings-on of the Great Room no longer interesting him.