Madam Velvet's Brothel: Yasdiira's Rooms
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				Title: <strong>Madam Velvet's Brothel: Yasdiira's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>11-06-2013, 21:11:16</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">The section of the house Yasdiira lead Fable in was dimmer lit and quiet compared to the more populated rooms below. As could be expected in such a place, hushed whispers and moans could be heard from behind closed doors, echoing down the halls they walked through. Diira chuckled at the sounds and wondered just who was making them at that moment. A very short while later, she stopped, broke away from the handsome Fable and tossed the front of her cloak aside. She reached to the large silver pendant that was hanging at her bosom and pulled the top and bottom halves apart, revealing a compartment and the ornate key that lay inside. A door stood at their right, though nothing about it seemed to set it apart from the others. Diira slid the old key in the lock and twisted it twice. The gate opened wide to reveal a small sitting room. (http://i1226.photobucket.com/albums/ee406/Mostly_roleplay_pictures/Places/drawingroom1_zpsfe4f87af.jpg) On one side was a bowed window in front of which sat a plush couch and a couple of comfortable armchairs.&nbsp; It was adequately lit with candles and oil lamps and modestly decorated with flowering plants and an elegant portrait. Truth be told, this space was not solely Yasdiira's. She shared the room with others when needed, but its primary function was for her to meet with potential new clients. Opposite the window, a thick oak door stood closed and locked in several ways. That other half of her personal space was far more private and a bit unsettling to some so she took care to keep it hidden. The imposing door was flanked by curtains that matched those on the windows, although there did not appear to be anything behind them..<br><br>"Please..." she said, walking to the center of the room and motioning in the general direction of the coffee table. "Sit wherever you like..." She watched Fable with much interest, hoping to learn a bit about 'his' desires by how he presented himself and where he chose to take his seat. </span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Madam Velvet's Brothel: Yasdiira's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 04:20:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://dieuxdelaterre.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/josh-hartnett-19.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">~*Fable*~</span></span></div><br><strong>Location: Yasdiira's Room<br>Actions: Enjoying the Drow's company<br>Company: Yasdiira</strong><br><br>Fable gladly followed Yasdiira to her rooms, excited at the prospect of spending time with the Drow - even if all they decided to do was talk but it truly hoped for more. He took his time looking at the room. It was brighter than expected but he liked it. It was elegant and comfortable. The feel of the room was energizing without being overly so. That locked door made him terribly curious about what might be behind it. <br><br>When she told him to sit wherever he liked he looked at his options for a moment before moving straight to the middle of the couch. He moved with confidence but he wasn't cocky. He draped one of his arms over the back of the couch after he sat and smiled at her, "So... a question for you Yasdiira - do you find this form pleasing or would you prefer me to change again? I know it's supposed to be your job to please me and all but really I enjoy pleasing others a lot. So do you have any specific craving for a certain kind of form?" As he awaited her answer his eyes roamed over her beautiful body from her head to her toes, taking in all the little details.
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				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 15:09:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">There was a knock at the door they had just entered and the drow smiled as Fable made 'himself' comfortable on the couch. "Pardon me for a moment..." she said, walking to the entryway. Ever diligent, Cato had made quick work of bringing a small glass carafe of shining blue wine to her. "Thank you, truly, Cato." she said, quietly slipping him a generous tip for his trouble.<br><br>She considered Fable's question as she took a few short strides across the room. The opposite side of the bowed windows held a walnut hutch. She opened the expensive modern glass cabinet doors and took out a silver tray, placing the pitcher and two long-stemmed crystal flutes on it. "Hmmmm..." she hummed thoughtfully. She sized up Fable's current form while she brought over the tray. Sitting it on the table in the middle, she took a seat to the side of the couch, turning her body to face him. Truth be told, she was a very open-minded soul who found beauty in many things. Given the open-ended proposition that was Fable, she was like the proverbial kid in a candy store. A shrug came and she grinned, her teeth a stark white against her very dark skin. Fable's current form was definitely pleasing enough: a strapping male with just a hint of mischievous boy to him. "Wear whatever skin you feel comfortable in." she said with a quiet chuckle, lifting one glass in an offering to him. "I'm far more interested in what made you choose me, exactly." she said, her voice slipping seamlessly into a more enticing manner. "And what it is you're looking for?"</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Madam Velvet's Brothel: Yasdiira's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 00:13:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://dieuxdelaterre.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/josh-hartnett-19.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">~*Fable*~</span></span></div><br><strong>Location: Yasdiira's Room<br>Actions: Enjoying the Drow's company<br>Company: Yasdiira</strong><br><br>Fable smiled and chuckled lightly as he took the offered glass from her, "I am comfortable in any skin from a flea to a giant. But since you seem to like this one I'll just stick with it... for now. Let's see... why did I choose you?" He reached over and lightly put his hand on her smooth thigh, "Well, you are charming, beautiful, and you have a very pleasant energy about you. Being with a Dominatrix sounds very intriguing. It will be a new experience for me and I love trying new things. I've always enjoyed a strong woman taking control. Or a man for that matter. I do enjoy being dominated and having such situations out of my control. I have willingly acted as a slave a few times just to experience it. I don't mind being tied up or hurt a bit. I've enjoyed all the times I've been tied up in a friendly way. The unfriendly ways not so much. It is surprising how much trouble one can get into without even trying to. I was once arrested for simply bowing in respect to someone if you can believe it. Turned out in their society it was an insult to lower your head to someone." <br><br>He chuckled and took a sip of the beautiful blue liquid. At the taste he made a pleasurable noise and smiled, "This is wonderful! It is so smooth and delicious. Will you tell me more of what a Dominatrix does exactly? I have heard rumors and I have a pretty good idea but I would love to hear it from you in that beautiful, sexy voice of yours." His hazel eyes looked into hers awaiting her answer. She was an interesting person. Slipping between personas as easily as Fable itself did. He couldn't help but wonder if it all really was her or if the real Yasdiira was hiding away in there somewhere buried beneath all these layers.
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				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 01:17:17</strong>
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				Diira raised her glass as Fable took 'his' and smiled as she listened to his explanation. Her eyebrows arched when she learned just to what extent Fable could change appearances. She smiled and took a sip of her fine wine as he touched her leg, not minding it at all. "Oh! I see." she said quietly, nodding in understanding at what had drawn him to her. She was satisfied, knowing that there was no misunderstanding of her role in the brothel. <br><br>She laughed when he mentioned having been arrested just for bowing. "That <em>is</em> odd..." She watched delightedly as he enjoyed his first taste of her drink. <br><br><em>"Will you tell me more of what a Dominatrix does exactly?"</em><br><br>She moved her wrist in a subtle, circular motion swirling the blue liquid in the process. It was not the first time someone had asked the question, of course, but seeing as he had almost described the approach so perfectly before she was a bit surprise when he was the one to pose it this time. A flirty bat of the eyes came then and she chuckled. "Well, the eloquent way to say it is that a 'dominatrix' removes the stress of control from her subject." She readjusted herself in her seat, unclasping the green cloak to fall behind her. "Many of my clients find it enjoyable and relaxing to be in a situation of pure surrender, allowing me to tease them and tantalize them to the both of our hearts' content." A serious look came across her face and she placed her glass upon the coffee table nearby. "Of course, as far as a 'service' goes, mine is purely in a non-sexual capacity. If someone is looking for merely sexual interaction, they would be best to seek out one of the usual brothel girls." The somber look melted away and she smiled warmly. "That isn't to say that I don't take anyone into my bed. Only if I do, the client must be willing and it would be <em>my</em> choice." Diira couldn't help but give him a playful wink then, allowing herself to become hopeful that he might be interested in just that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Madam Velvet's Brothel: Yasdiira's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>19-06-2013, 18:06:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://dieuxdelaterre.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/josh-hartnett-19.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">~*Fable*~</span></span></div><br><strong>Location: Yasdiira's Room<br>Actions: Enjoying the Drow's company<br>Company: Yasdiira</strong><br><br>Fable nodded at what she said about what a dominatrix did. He was glad he had been right. He had simply wanted to make sure the rumors were true. He couldn't help but grin when she said she wasn't against taking people into her bed, only that it was her choice. Nodding, he said, "I'm glad I heard right then. Well, so you know... if you so choose I am willing to have some sexual interaction with you as well." He winked at her and took a sip of his drink. This would be fun. <br><br>"So, do you mind me asking you the same question - what made you choose me? You don't seem to be the type to just take anyone as a client." he said and looked at her with interest. It was fairly rare to see a Drow on the surface. Especially a female. He wondered what her story might be but didn't want to ask just yet. Perhaps later. Because she didn't seem to mind it he left his hand where it was on her leg. He liked the feel of her smooth skin. His fingers would occasionally move slightly to caress her flesh. Part of him hoped she might invite him to her bed later but he wasn't sure that she would. It was something he would simply have to wait and see. He certainly wouldn't push her on the issue.
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				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>21-06-2013, 05:19:35</strong>
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				<strong>"Oh"</strong> Diira said in a sing-song way, drawing out the syllable. She straightened up and looked at him in a mock-serious tone due to the near-formal way he addressed the idea of the two of them sleeping together. A playful wink followed and she relaxed her posture again. Her warm smile widened after this exchange, she was pleased with the way things were going so far. <br><br><strong>"That's an easy question to answer."</strong> the drowess said, moving slightly closer to Fable's current masculine form, subtly sliding his soft hand a bit further up her thigh as she did so. <strong>"You seem confident, intelligent and imaginative... What's more, you're respectful."</strong> She raised a finger and held it vertically in front of her, to make a point. <strong>"Of course, <em>that</em> is important to me."</strong> A Wicked grin came across her dark face for a moment before she sat up a bit more and licked her lips.<br><br><strong>"Hmmm..."</strong> she hummed thoughtfully. <strong>"I would like to get a little more information from you before we begin.... For instance, where do you draw your lines at what is acceptable and not? And do you feel it is necessary to define a "safety word" or sign before I take you into that <em>mysterious room over there</em>."</strong> The last four words came out in a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned towards him, exposing an enticing décolletage.
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				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>25-06-2013, 23:36:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://dieuxdelaterre.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/josh-hartnett-19.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">~*Fable*~</span></span></div><br><strong>Location: Yasdiira's Room<br>Actions: Enjoying the Drow's company<br>Company: Yasdiira</strong><br><br>Fable watched all her movements with interest and the way she so easily flowed from one emotion and way of holding herself to another. She really was almost like a shapeshifter herself. It made him wonder just where the real Yasdiira was in all of it or if perhaps, like it, all of it was her. When she moved closer and naturally moved his hand further up her thigh he moved his fingers, subtly stroking her soft skin. He smiled when she held her finger up and said being respectful was important to her. Then that wicked grin of hers made a pleasurable little chill run up his spine. "I always try to be respectful to all those who deserve it... and you certainly deserve it." he said softly with a small smile.<br><br>Fable listened intently as she spoke, just as he had been all along, glancing over at the mysterious door as she whispered about it. His eyes were quickly drawn back to her and that lovely body of hers she was giving him a nice view of. "Well, really I'm up for just about anything so long as it doesn't involve terrible wounds and dismemberment." he said then smirked, "I don't think you're the kind into that sort of thing though. It's not like anything can truly harm me but it isn't something I enjoy the feeling of. I trust you. A safety word is always a good thing though. I will choose... hmmm... strawberry." He chuckled lightly and smiled at her. 
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				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 05:18:57</strong>
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				In many ways, Fable was right about Diira. The drowess had indeed honed the skill to slip from one personae into another with ease. It was time around others that gave her this gift - one of her race hardly ever found a place where they fit in and she did her best to catch on and read people. It had saved her life on several occasions. Luckily, Velvet's place was open and accepting of nearly all ethnicities and lifestyles. Yasdiira was safe here and that allowed her a certain sense of ease that would otherwise be missing whilst she plied her trade.<br><br>She smiled warmly back at Fable as 'he' said she deserved respect. A few slow nods came then as she listened intently to what he would and would not like. She chuckled when he said his chosen "safety" word, bringing a hand up to touch her lips. Something could often be devised of her clients from the words they chose for such things. She doubted that any word could give her a peek into the inner workings of Fable, though... she couldn't help wondering if the word he chose would seem oddly fitting somehow after the fact. <br><br><em><strong>"Well, then..."</strong></em> she began, her eyes flashing with a dark intensity. She slid over close enough that their thighs touched and brought a hand up to his face. A single finger went under the lovely carved chin Fable presented and lifted it up so that she could meet his mouth with a tender kiss. Pulling back, she licked her lips again, her eyes fluttering for a short moment as she savored the taste of him.<strong> "Now... I shall call you my 'pet'."</strong> She said, a corner of her mouth turning up in a wry little smirk. <strong>"And you shall call me 'Mistress'. Do you understand? If you do understand and willingly submit to me... stand and walk to the other door..."</strong> It was a small test of Fable's personality, but an important one. Now began Diira's real work at reading him - she needed to know if he would be compliant or stubborn. Thus far the former seemed the case, but his true colors would show through now that the chase was on.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Madam Velvet's Brothel: Yasdiira's Rooms</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Demik</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 18:20:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://dieuxdelaterre.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/josh-hartnett-19.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">~*Fable*~</span></span></div><br><strong>Location: Yasdiira's Room<br>Actions: Enjoying the Drow's company<br>Company: Yasdiira</strong><br><br>Fable moved his hand up to her side as she scooted closer. His eyes closed as she gave him that tender kiss, savoring it. Her lips were so sweet and soft. When she pulled back and licked her lips he did the same with a wide smile. At what she said he nodded and said, "I understand Mistress." He could have resisted and a small part wanted to, curious as to what she might do, but ultimately he decided to comply.<br><br>Giving her side a gentle stroke he stood and walked over to the door. Once there he turned to face her, still smiling in his boyish way. He had brought his glass with him and took a sip as he watched her. He was still terribly curious about what lay behind this door and what was to come next. Now that he knew he was going to find out for sure he was definitely excited.
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				Post by: <strong>SpiralSpider</strong> on <strong>11-07-2013, 06:52:38</strong>
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				Yasdiira raised a pale, thin eyebrow as Fable diligently followed her suggestion. 'His' current "boy next door" looks went along well with being so well behaved so she couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. If he continued down the path of good behavior - at least for a little while - she'd be able to take it real slow and find out so many things that made the boy tick. She smiled, delighted at the prospects, and rose to follow him to the oaken portal.<br><br>The door was impressive; easily standing over eight feet tall - a height well accommodated by the old-fashioned southern architecture that Velvet's place had to boast of. Diira gracefully raised a hand and began deftly undoing the many locks and latches that kept her room hidden from the bulk of Velvet's clientele. She smiled and looked at Fable with hungry eyes as she did so, not even bothering to give the bolts a look as if undoing them was easy as running fingers through her hair. The last bolt clacked loudly, echoing throughout the cozy sitting room they'd just been conversing in and Diira kept a hand on the door as she went on in a serious tone. <strong>"I want you to know... that the walls of this room will emit no sound to the rest of the building. I have it this way so that my guests can be as... expressive... as they desire and are not bothered by the other clients as well."</strong> She pushed the door and it swung slowly inward, revealing a darkened room within. <strong>"If the idea of such seclusion bothers you, there is still time to change your mind, of course. But if not..."</strong> she punctuated the last words by taking a few quick steps into the chamber, pulling up a dark iron candelabra, she snapped her fingers and the five wax pillars flared into life. <strong>"Then step into my Parlour..."</strong> She winked at the obvious joke, a play on her race and an old nursery rhyme. A grin split her lips as she bent and held out a hand in welcome to Fable's arrival.<br><br>The sitting room's light aided the few flames she carried in order to dimly expose the interior of the windowless space. The furniture was Gothic in motif and made of either hard, sturdy wood or wrought iron and the walls were covered in thick burgundy velvety curtains. Other than the change of aesthetics the room looked far more harmless and tame than someone might expect. There was a table that displayed a smattering of culinary delights, with a high-backed chair sitting on either end. On the far side of the room, a daybed could be seen just barely out of the gloom and there was a very tall wardrobe to one side. Diira slinked her way to the middle of the room and waited to see Fable's reaction, hoping to ascertain more about what he desired and enjoyed. 
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