BCW - Die Weisse Amsel
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				Title: <strong>BCW - Die Weisse Amsel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>08-07-2013, 01:47:44</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Die_Weisse_Amsel.png)</div><br>The best money can buy. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178785.msg8528976#msg8528976)
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				Title: <strong>Re: BCW - Die Weisse Amsel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Mayerling</strong> on <strong>13-07-2013, 14:38:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/69/Bundesarchiv_Bild_146-1989-072-16%2C_Matthias_Erzberger.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Wilhelm Bohlm<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Die Weisse Amsel – Willkommenraum<br><strong>TIME OF DAY:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> None<br><hr>From the outside, Die Weisse Amsel looked like a three-star pension at best, thus Bolhm was surprised that the inside had such a themed opulence. A feeling of relief came over him when he realized he had not been deceived about the establishment. Two of his friends from the Reichstag had discovered this place a few months earlier, and the fact that it was only a short walk from the Reichschancellery made it both convenient and efficient. Bolhm, a German, was drawn to both of those aspects in any enterprise.<br><br>As best he could Bohlm pushed thoughts of his family back home aside as he approached the main counter where an old auntie was perched behind the desk; doubtful if she was ever part of the profession proper. The entrance fee was four marks for an hour, and included up to three drinks and a meal. It did not include sex. She handed him a menu, which to his surprise included not only the food available, but also the names of the girls working that day, and a few words about each one. <br><br>The auntie, making up for her dour appearance with a soft and welcoming manner, sympathized with this being Bohlm’s first time in a brothel, and she sat him down at a sumptuous three-quarter circular bench upholstered in embroidered silk that surrounded a small wooden circular table. She ordered schnapps aperitifs for them, and sat with him for a few minutes until he felt a little more comfortable. She then asked if any of the girls on the ‘hauskarte’ as she called it, appealed to him. The auntie smiled, asked him to trust her, and promised to send an appropriate special lady down to join him presently. <br><br>As he waited, Bohlm found the anticipation exciting. He downed the rest of his aperitif, and waited with a certain spring in his hips for the girl to be brought down. He pushed the menu away from his body, and removed the pince-nez from his nose and slipped them into his breast pocket. The soles of his shoes tapped against the floor. His heart was pounding, and his body was flooding with endorphins. The rush was a thrill in itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: BCW - Die Weisse Amsel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 12:18:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/61/Alicia_Lisecki_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Alicia Lisecki<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Die Weisse Amsel – Willkommenraum<br><strong>TIME OF DAY:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Wilhelm Bohlm<br><hr><br>Alicia had arrived at Die Weisse Amsel an hour earlier. She liked to arrive with time to spare before her shift, to get ready. She would shed her modest attire, take a long bath, perfume her body and then change into her work clothes. Today that consisted of a purple and gold corset (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/78/Corset_alicia.jpg), black garter and stockings and silver heels. She lay on the bed lounging like a lazy cat until a knock came on her door. Bernadette, the old woman who ran the place, stood in her room and gave her a smile. <strong>“Liebchen, I have a client for you. A new comer, so I want you to be gentle with him. He looks like a high roller, so we want him to return.”</strong> Alicia took one last drag from the cigarette she had been smoking and then put it out in the ashtray on the small table by the bed. Her reward was a wrinkled nose and a frown from the old woman. <strong>“I’ve told you not to smoke those inside your room, my dear.”</strong> <br><br>Bernadette moved to pick up the ashtray as well as proceed to the window to air out the room. The coquettely furnished space was aimed at heightening the atmosphere of sensuous fun. Alicia swung her legs out of the bed and proceeded towards the door of her room. She then crossed the corridor to reach the stairs. She made her descent and immediately spotted her client sitting at the table. He looked slightly nervous, which gave him away as a first-timer. His clothes and distinguished air made her guess he was a politician or a diplomat. She had shared her bed with many of those since starting to work at Die Weisse Amsel. She moved elegantly across the room and slid into the semi-circular seat he was sitting on. <br><br><strong>“Bonjour mon cher. My name is Alicia and I am here to make all of your dreams come true…” </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: BCW - Die Weisse Amsel</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lord Mayerling</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 23:58:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/69/Bundesarchiv_Bild_146-1989-072-16%2C_Matthias_Erzberger.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Wilhelm Bohlm<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Die Weisse Amsel – Willkommenraum<br><strong>TIME OF DAY:</strong> Early Evening<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Alicia Liseki<br><hr> “Alicia…” Bolhm repeated her name, a distinguished smile brightening up his face a bit. “I like that name. My name is Joachim.”<br><br>Bohlm was proud of himself. He had made up an entire cover persona to hide his identity when he came to the Amsel, and fortunately he wasn’t too nervous to have forgotten it. He was quite pleased with her look: her fashion hinted to a time before the War, although she juxtaposed it with a short lacey skirt, and her hair was still long, unlike the <em>buibkopf</em> that had become so popular among women in Berlin…and Hamburg, Munchen and Dresden for that matter. <br><br>“All of my dreams?” Bohlm chuckled uneasily. “I only came for sex. You…<em>do</em> do that here, yes?” Bohlm started to ramble with nervousness. “I have never been to a place like this before. We have them in Sachsen of course, but nothing like this place. It is beautiful. It must look amazing at night with all the lights. Some of my colleagues recommended this place to me. Not that I can share their names, of course.”<br><br>Finally he realized he might be boring his companion. “Excuse my drivel. It is the politician in me. Would you like a drink?” Bolhm didn’t know if that was the protocol, but it seemed appropriate enough to the situation. He leaned closer to her so he could lower his voice, his demeanor becoming a shade more salacious. “So how does this work?” 
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