<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/OV6LkpI.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:  Chantal (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129713#msg13129713)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESEAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>attempting to close the deal<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Araxis<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>“I have no love for coin, Araxis,” </em>Chantal answered.<em>“Coin is the most base of all exchanges.  If I find out what you wish to know, I would ask … something pretty, something that will make me remember your eyes.”</em><br/><br/>It was not greed that motivated Chantal, at least not only greed.  To have a purpose beyond moving from one client to the next was its own kind of wealth.  Of course, there was competition for the clients, the challenges to acquire more popularity, and to chase the particular pleasures that their congress could bring, what the wealth could bring, but purpose beyond mere survival was all the sweeter.  She felt the spark of interest, true interest, light, and her gaze turned toward the way Snoggie and her prospective client had gone.<br/><br/>She supposed that even if the orc broke him, there were still avenues she could pursue.  He had been speaking to Madame Celeste,  and since Madame had some difficulties leaving the brothel, she often had them run errands for her.  If no opportunity to find out what Araxis wanted to know presented itself, she could always find a way to pursue it on her own … providing that he made it worth her while, either with some pretty thing or in … other ways.<br/><br/><em>“The price depends upon what you wish,” </em>she answered, instantly slipping from calculation to playing the coquette, letting her hips brush against his as she leaned in closer, the softness of her breasts pressing against his arm, cushioned by their clothes.   The house’s rates for most things were standard, with the exotic appeal and popularity of the girls added in as an additional percentage.   Nothing other than pride prevented the brides and grooms from discounting their rates for special clients, or increasing them for others, but Chantal did neither in this case.<br/><br/><em>“Would you prefer somewhere more private, or would you care for a tour of the more public areas?  Or have you seen them all already?”</em><br/><br/>For herself, it did not matter.  There was enjoyment in public performances, but more freedom in the private, but it was his pleasure that mattered in this, and she did enjoy pleasing her clients … particularly the ones who were far from ordinary.<br/>