<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>Approaching a potential client<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Semele, Antonio<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/>There was always something happening in the Great Hall and today was no exception as Snogflog seemed like she had found herself a client for the night whether the poor man knew it or not. Everything he'd heard about her was how powerful she was, talented she was, and more than a few men whispering about how intimidating she was. To Velen she was a unique woman that was perfectly suited for this place. She was exotic, by nature, and certainly unique in her methods and mentality. While he wasn't as close to her as others, perhaps, he was certainly fond of the woman. And even more fond of the entertainment she could make with such a simple action.<br/><br/>But his attention did not remain there for a long as a woman met his eyes and let them linger. He grinned back at her with a little predatory delight playing across his features. A glint in his eye and a supernatural grace to his steps he started moving through the crowd. Effortlessly he grabbed a drink from a passing waitress while managing to avoid every single patron. Except for the ladies who he always drew just a little closer to to see if he could get their hearts racing. He lived for that kind of thing after all. Quite literally given his incubus nature. But he didn't feed on that pleasure. Not here and not now. Madame Celeste had been clear that as long as he was here he needed consent to do that. Some people tended to freak out if you just started feeding.<br/><br/>As he passed through the crowd he saw a few of the other brides working. Andrea, just making her way out, was the picture of beauty. Designed that way and with a power that made her not unlike him but using technology as opposed to his magic he was fond of the woman. Not bedding her, perhaps, but she was certainly one worth talking shop with as it may be. Chantal was also working her way through the crowd here. Stunning as ever the woman was every bit brilliant and beautiful with every move. He tended to have more fun trying to outwit her on the rare occasion he wasn't just being a plain playful trickster. Madame Celeste herself was among them. He owed the woman a great deal and she was perfectly stunning. She was a succubus, full blooded, so he was in awe of what she could do and how well she knew how to deal with her clients, staff, and anyone else. Truly she was a role model in a number of ways. Psyche was just as unique as the rest of them. He had been here for a little while now and it seemed like she never aged. Cursed though she might be she had eternal youth which most people would die for. And a fair number did for that matter. She was perfectly gorgeous and even a glance was enough to make men swoon in their own way. Velen himself still wasn't entirely sure what he thought of her though.<br/><br/>But he focused his attention on the woman who was now talking to an entertainer of sorts. The illusory dragon perched on Velen's shoulder with little plumes of fire coming from its mouth as the petite dragon tried to look intimidating and spectacularly failed. Or at least that's how he wanted it to look. The more intricate the illusion the easier it was to sell clients on his power. This dragon was about the size of his hand, covered in small red scales, gold jewelry adorning its horns, and the plumes of fire were a spectacular blue color to denote the heat it would have if it was actually breathing fire. The musician by her side was beating on his instrument in an attempt to play a song of some sort. Velen couldn't tell what at a casual listen but he had to admit the man had a good sense of rhythm.<br/><br/>Ignoring the two guards, because he was sure they wouldn't see him as a threat, he approached the woman. Once he was closer he recognized her. She had been here before but more often for a bride rather than a groom like him.<br/><br/>"Lady Semele," he said as he stood not more than a few steps in front of her "a pleasure to see you here. I see your guards are as friendly as always."<br/><br/>Casually cutting the distance short he slipped onto the bench with just barely enough room between them to be considered decent in most circles. He kept his smile broad and brilliant as the dragon on his shoulders took flight doing a few circles around her guards before perching atop back of the bench.<br/><br/>"What brings a lovely woman like you here," he said "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/>Velen looked over at the musician who was beating away on his instrument. He wasn't one of the hired entertainers but his narrow focus on Semele had made him act without tact or manners.<br/><br/>"Ah, pardon me fine musician," he said with a nod "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/>While the look before had been almost predatory up close was a different story. Perhaps it was just the incubus in his blood that, at a distance, gave him the eye of a man on the prowl. As close as he was the jovial mannerisms from the eager motion of his hands to add emphasis to his words to the vibrant color of his eyes. For someone called "Demon Prince" he certainly didn't seem all that devilish on the face of things. Of course Semele might notice the spade tipped tail peeking out from behind him slowly moving towards her leg so it could brush against her thigh. A light gesture but one that, if unchecked, could easily progress further.