<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>Engaged for the evening<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Araxis<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Was that a hint of surprise in his eyes?  Yes, Chantal thought to herself with a good degree of satisfaction.  She had surprised him, and she enjoyed the reaction, though not overtly.  The biggest outward indication of her satisfaction was a slight tightening of her fingers, a deepening of the professional warmth of her smile.<br/><em><br/>"Az you wish, Araxis,"</em>she agreed, her dark lashes dipping down over her dark-colored eyes as she inclined her head, feeling the soft tickle of her hair upon her bare neck and shoulders with the gesture.   Was he being circumspect, or did he simply prefer spontaneity?  Either were qualities that added depth to any interaction, but she rather hoped it was the latter.  There was artistry in a choreographed performance, but perhaps more in one that was improvised, dependent upon the mood, the moment, and caprice.<br/><br/>His bright blue eyes suggested something of coldness, but his body against hers was warm, firm, and indicative of bold energy -- all attractive qualities to Chantal.  Would Madame Celeste resent that he had chosen her for the night?  A shiver of disquiet scrabbled down her spine, spider-like, and then skittered away as she dismissed it as a foolish thought.  She had never seen the slightest degree of jealousy from the madame, an attitude that Chantal admired and mostly shared.<br/><em><br/>"A bed it zhall be zhen.  Zhis way, if you please." </em>Her fingers slid down his arm, slowly, the tips of her nails softly brushing, and then her hand was extended in a gesture of invitation, inviting him to take her hand if he desired, or simply an indication of direction, toward the stairs leading upward.<em>"The Azurite Room may please you, in honor of zhe beauty of your eyes."</em><br/><br/>There was no need to call for the crude exchange of coin, not for a regular such as Araxis.  Such things were handled discreetly by those whose wealth was a certainty in the Bazaar, and, as Madame decreed, it often increased the generosity of clients in their gifts, and their tips.  Of all crimes in the Bazaar, the most serious was not to pay ones bills, and those mysterious forces that regulated the commerce had ways of collecting ... unpleasant ways, by all accounts.<br/><br/><----- Moving to The Azure Room (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266805.0)