<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/46/93/31/469331ad60573de1133e62e2cff63ad7.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Evithae 'Evi' (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13129792#msg13129792)</strong><br/><br/><strong>COURTESAN</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Enjoying some relaxing pool time with introspection<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Very rarely had Evi intentionally avoided those coming through the doors in search of carnal delights, and as she observed such an occasion, she felt justified in her reasoning.<br/><br/>It was a time for celebration, after all, and would only be for a little while.<br/><br/>Eight years ago, to the day, she had come in search of a new life, and Madame Celeste had been merciful in her generosity, warmly welcoming her into the establishment without much ceremony.  She gave her an opportunity to live comfortably, and at her own pace.  The only price — a small one, in retrospect — was a small token of favor from her nightly conquests.  Evi would be willing to pay many times that amount if that was the requirement, as long as she could stay in a place she’d made her home.  Those who worked alongside her were her family, and the guests who came and went, well, they left their imprint on her.  And she would bet her own arm that she left hers upon them.  Those who returned claimed that her voice haunted them after, luring them right back into her arms.<br/><br/>Perched on the side of the pool, a dainty foot moving lazily through the clear water, she took time to enjoy herself before any other had the chance.  Sometimes it was easy to get lost in the gyrating bodies, entwining limbs, and sheer ecstasy of it all to forget precious moments such as this.  Seeing to her own needs before she pushed them aside to tend to another’s.  Collecting herself, taking a few deep breaths.  Enjoying the familiar splash against her skin, and sauna-like humidity in the air.  It wasn’t the same as where she’d come from, but it was good enough to call a sanctuary, even if it was shared.  In fact, she enjoyed indulging her clients in the water, where she felt most powerful.<br/><br/>As a predator of the vast oceans, it was only expected.<br/><br/>Her white hair was left down and, with light shining down from the high windows, absorbed the other colors surrounding her.  Greens and blues, even a hint of gold haloed her head like a crown, bringing out the brilliant emerald of eyes framed by a smooth, porcelain complexion.  For her attire that evening, she reached for a recent favorite given to her by a doting client — a black corset with matching garter and thigh-high stockings, with edges detailed in gold.  The stockings only covered part of her thighs, leaving everything below the knee bare.  Before entering the pool area, she'd taken her time preparing herself; between a long bath, careful attention to her hair, and a dab of perfume behind her ears for something extra, she felt like the seductress she was born to be and had succeeded in becoming.<br/><br/>She gazed longingly into the shimmering depths, debating on whether she should shed her garments and go for a swim; she was already late, would it hurt to keep them waiting any longer?  Probably not.  Fingers traced over a strap to her garter, itching to give in to that temptation, before receding back to her side.<br/><br/>Soon, she promised.