<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>making the acquaintance of a potential client<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Araxis<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Whatever the outer form of this seeker, come to this place in search of a bride for the evening, his lips were warm against her skin and his fingers clutched hers as if she were something rare and precious.  It was as much an illusion as his form, but it was a good one.  Not only did it fool her sight, it threatened to fool her other senses, and Chantal did not resist.  The magic of illusion was the true magic of this place and those who fought against it, to see past the glamour, would only find unhappiness.<br/><br/><em>“Yes,” </em>Chantal answered softly, but without hesitation, though she made no move to distance herself, though she did spare a glance toward where Snogflog was being, from what she could see, quite effectively groped.  Accident, or design?  Whichever it was, she would give him credit for making the most of the situation.  Hopefully Snogflog would as well.     It would do the other good to be made much over, even if she, herself, did not see the appeal of violence as foreplay.<br/><br/><em>“I am zhure you know zhat we all come from many different places, Araxis.”  </em>It bothered Chantal faintly to simply address him by one name.  For all that she understood the import of her words, it did not mean that all that they knew could always be easily put aside or assimilated.  Snogflog and her spirited courtship rituals were, if anything, proof of that.<em>  “I am not unaccustomed to zhe occasional disruption, particularly in the pursuit of pleazure.  I hope zhat you were not startled?”<br/></em><br/>Her words were a formality only, her eyes, bold upon his, said with certainty.  He did not look like one who would be easily put off anything he had decided to do, or to obtain.  If he were, she would be quite disappointed.<br/><br/>Her calm in the face of chaos was ingrained, even if it did not always soak beneath the surface.  A few explosions, a bit of broken furniture, some incidental bruising by those nearby, however, were not nearly enough to ruffle Chantal’s serenity.  It was, if anything, vaguely exciting, a sign, perhaps, that the evening would be successful not only for Snogflog and her noisy suitor, but for all concerned.<br/>