<div class="floatleft">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/Setting%20and%20RP/c35e5c8d72d34eb82d71873cb47124bf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:  Antonio Cabrello (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129139#msg13129139)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>While being the center of attention is part of his trade, he's not quite used to being the center of this sort of attention<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Semele, Velen, Vibeke<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Antonio's drums did not stop as the new gentleman approached. As Antonio was merely there to entertain, and largely in order to keep from feeling awkwardly out of place, he had no problem having Semele's attention torn from him. In fact, he quieted his drumming a bit, allowing the two a chance to speak without having to raise their voices too loudly. Aware that a transaction was no doubt going down, Antonio's eyes scanned the room to see where he might go next. He briefly caught sight of Grumrump, who seemed to be getting help from his own courtesan in being lifted off the chaise.<br/><br/>"Ah, pardon me fine musician, 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/>It took Antonio a minute to realize the man was addressing him. He rolled his fingers atop the broken lute, pondering a moment before opening his mouth to speak. Yet it was not he that replied.<br/><br/>"I already have my mind set on you tonight, Velen. Will you consider it or show me those that are<em>really</em>worth it? As for Antonio’s lute, you need not worry. There are other...instruments he can play tonight."<br/><br/>Antonio's gaze followed to where the Lady Semele looked, her finger crooking to suggest a rather pale, intimidating looking woman stood. While the make-up and dress suggested a fragile porcelain doll, the expression upon her face burned with the aggressive and assertive nature of a warrior. He wondered briefly if she had performed more penetrations than been penetrated.<br/><br/><strong>"The orc has already put me into debt to this place,"</strong>Antonio responded to the man.<strong>"And besides, I have a benefactor that can certainly help make amends to my poor traveling companion."</strong>He lifted his lute as if to make his meaning clear, his eyes darting towards the chaise where Grumrump had been sitting. Even if the fat man<em>had</em>been there, he soon would have been blocked by the new arrival. She looked even more fierce up close, and her gaze seemed to suggest that she thought very little of him.<br/><br/>”Vibeke, this fine gentleman owes me a serenade and seems to lack the equipment for it. Would you be so kind as to help him reach those high notes on his own? I’m thinking that the pool should make for a perfect<em>mise en scène</em>for a moonlit serenade. Shall we move to the Oasis?”<br/><br/>Antonio's mouth hesitated again. Now<em>this</em>was most certainly not the sort of performance he had anticipated giving. His eyes locked onto the red lips immediately, imagining full well their capabilities at making flutes or trumpets sing. His stare then traveled down to evaluate the rest of her superbly fit body. Most definitely not one to turn down. Yet something about him felt as if<em>he</em>was the one taking advantage of the generosity of others. His performance tonight was certainly not<em>that</em>good. Once more, his mouth opened to respond, but it was not his voice that bellowed next.<br/><br/>"Would you have my good Antonio perform without me to see?" The fat man Grumrump stepped forward, the courtesan looking to be an absolute mouse beside his bulk. As they slid towards the bench the courtesan, Grumrump's flabby arm around her shoulders, was forced to rub and press against Vibeke, pushing her aside by a step or two. Antonio cringed, hoping she'd keep her wrath in check for now.<br/><br/>"Lovely Semele," Grumrump said, bowing before the woman. He was as much a customer of her establishment as the One-Night Bride, and just as loud at the Pink Hydra. Antonio imagined that it was only the quantity of coin he left in his wake that made his storm of a presence tolerable, though in truth he knew the man as blissfully jovial. "I am honored that you should show interest in my favored entertainer. I came over to reassure him that his Lute would not be sacrificed in vain, for who could allow such a tragedy to befall a minstrel so brave? But imagine my surprise when you demand a performance from him unlike any I'd have seen!"<br/><br/>With a flourish Grumrump slipped from his courtesan, performing a spin that seemed all too agile for his bulk, pushing himself between both she and Vibeke, his hands crashing onto each's ass in a resounding smack.<br/><br/>"But you underestimate him!" Grumrump continued, his squeezing fingers using their hold on each courtesan's posterior to pull them in closer. Antonio began to wonder how much longer his Benefactor would be breathing as he gazed into Vibeke's eyes. "Any man can be pleasured and sing by a courtesan of the One-Night Bride. But I wager you the cost of three nights of the Deific Paradise at your Pink Hydra that he can juggle all six of his balls and not drop a single one as she juggles his own and toots his horn." As if for emphasis, he smacked Vibeke's ass once more.<br/><br/>Antonio grinned, letting out a sigh. Despite being broken, he slung his lute still behind his back. He placed his hands upon his hips, looking at the crowd gathered around him.<br/><br/><strong>"I cannot turn down a challenge such as that,"</strong>he shrugged. It was, after all, a trick he'd never performed before, and he couldn't resist the urge to show off just how good a performer he could be.