Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx & CShades]
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				Title: <strong>Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 00:43:56</strong>
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				<br>A tale of intrigue, character development and history, situated in the city of Venice circa 1420 in the dawn of the Italian renaissance. We start it with a heavy dose of plausible realism but are open to introducing parallel elements of a fantastic and/or supernatural nature.<br><br><span style="font-size: 1em;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Prologue</strong></span><br><br>A letter delivered by messenger directly to Signora Moretti's hand. It was a perfumed, perfectly calligraphed note without a return address and sealed with the figure of tilted, pouring amphorae.<br><br><br><em>Carissima,<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; People say bad news travel with the wind's speed. I find out every day and to my recurring surprise that both those and the good ones move even faster when carried through the channel lanes and in the song of the gondolieri, moreso when they are meant to be known. If she takes after you at all, I see great hopes for her future, yet it is difficult to tell if the world is ready to accommodate more of us. Like you did once, I still have plans larger than its girth.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; The matter at hand is one requiring the highest discretion, and I will not write it down even under seal. Both you and I know there are always ways to get around those, after all. You are certainly thinking of every possible scenario and I don't blame you, but I do mean to spare you the actual knowledge of it so you might as well save yourself the trouble. Instead, I'll simply request to see just how well she can handle herself for the task.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; A meeting is desired, and time of the essence. I am willing to compromise to the point of indulging in your exorbitant fares should my selfish wish happen to take away from her regular duties a significant time. Perhaps a daytime encounter, luncheon or tea, in my place or yours.<br></em><br><br>The signature at the bottom was elaborate but legible, slightly to the left rather than perfectly centered. "Lucia Catarina"<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v176/chameleonshades/catarina/cata12.jpg)</div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>10-03-2009, 00:46:18</strong>
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				It was the middle of the day when Lucia finally got out of bed and called the girl to dress her. At least it wasn't a complicated toilette, the morning one was always easier than the evening's. By the time the corset was tied (loosely), the woman released a big sigh of relief and selected a set of loose, comfortable robes to set atop the ensemble. Her dark hair was gathered in a simple net after brushing for now; the spanish custom set well with one that could boast of sharing the exotic blood in her olive complexion and she had never been shy about hiding the fact. <br><br>"We will have luncheon in the triclinium, but bring her to the colonnade when she arrives" she stated to the girl, not needing to specify who she was referring to. Helena knew her duties well, and was as loyal as any slave saved from a much worse fate could be. "Make sure we aren't bothered, please." After deciding not to wear any jewelery but her pearls, Lucia finally stood up and made her way to the small loggia that marked the center of her residence. Open to the elements, the greenery in display and the central fountain were the reason why she had chosen this house over the others offered to her. That it was a lot less expensive than she could afford had nothing to do with it -- she had much better things to do with her money than throwing it away in a large house she'd never use for much more than sleeping, if that.<br><br>So this is how she would be found today, seated by the edge of the fountain and in deep thought when her visitor arrived.
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				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>11-03-2009, 18:33:41</strong>
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				Sofonisba's thick black hair, twisted into ropes and woven into three buns was barely contained by the treasured jade comb she had thought to wear for both luck and the missing support of her long dead Mama. She surreptitiously tucked a missing lock back in to the knots and set her shoulders back, straightening her spine to the graceful pose that bespoke a level of training uncommon to most.&nbsp; The change in posture enhanced the generosity of her breasts and the small waistline below. Her translucent skin carried the blush of youth that was to be her biggest ally over the coming days.<br><br>She patiently watched as Signora Moretti was helped from the coach by the driver, Sofon's delicate hands folded gently in her lap. They were not as calm as they appeared. Today was the turning point in her life for which the Signora had lectured and prepared her meticulously. She glanced at the woman studying the fountain intently and dropped her lashes to regain her equilibrium. The woman was still stunningly beautiful, and yet she knew she could be deadly vicious if necessary. The Signora had warned her. <br><br>She carefully made sure that the hem of her cotehardie only allowed a demure slipper toe to peak out as the driver now helped her from the high carriage seat. His eyes lingered a bit too long on her cleavage and her flush spread warmly, running to her neck and coloring the more pale skin she had inherited from some northern ancestor long ago. It did not matter that the blush was created by her newly unfolding arts at capturing the wants of men. It mattered that she needed to control which eyes rested on her with this barely cloaked lust. She was relieved to see that Signora Catarina's focus had not appeared to move from the bubbling waters.<br><br>She looked at the understated elegance she saw laid out before her and once again her mind touched on her own festering dreams of splendor. This was nice.&nbsp; Very nice. Her neck stretched a bit longer, her jaw raising in beauty and elegance as she entirely forgot about the driver, slipping her hand from his as though he was simply part of a stairwell banister. <br><br>The driver noted a calculated intensity as her thoughts flickered through her oily dark eyes. Again a lapse on her part. Preoccupied, she missed both it and his scowl.<br><br>Yes, but just nice. She would have better.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 00:27:39</strong>
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				The further the pair were led through the house and into the colonnade she had glimpsed from below, Sofon would get a better look at what the residence might be on the inside. The frescoes on the walls were old but well kept, marking this house as one of those old nobility would have maintained at one time. Only when Helen's steps marked her approach and her guests did Lucia raise her eyes from their prior contemplation, and she remained fully seated until the two were through. <em>So this was her.</em> <br><br>The change in position was fluid, clearly practiced, and as Lucia stood up to greet not one but two visitors, she carefully schooled her expression not to show the distate at Moretti's distrust. <em>What could she do to the girl, really?</em> Her lips curved slightly upwards at the thought. <em>Well, maybe some caution was justified after all. This could be competition as well.</em> Through the slave's unnecessary but required introduction, she watched not the older but the younger one, taking good note of what she could see. At least the old woman had prepared her well, even if it was barely past noon.&nbsp; Once they were formally announced she dismissed the slave with a practiced gesture which was, predictably enough, obeyed in no time at all and left the trio fully alone.<br><br>The fabric of her robes slid around her with every motion, heavy enough to maintain its shape and conceal most of the tall woman underneath. "Andrea" she greeted Moretti with a serious demeanor, remaining in place but reaching out to take the older woman's hands. There was something there, an implied acknowledgement and an exchange of glances that said much without openly saying anything --when the two gazes locked for long enough, Andrea's would be the first to look away. She always had been before. "It is a pleasure to see you again, even if I did not expect to do so." The mild chiding in her voice was warm enough to be considered well-meaning by anyone who didn't know Lucia too well. <br><br>Just like that she released Andrea's hands and it just so happened that the motion placed her right in front of Sophon. This time she smiled. "And you must be the young woman I hear about in whisper and song. We must talk." The last sentence was said with clear authority, and Lucia took a step back then, shifting the wide sleeves of her robes to set just as they were meant to be by her sides while she studied the object of her attention. <em>Not bad. A little too pale, but Cesco might like that.</em> She wasn't sure that was a good thing, either, but it still had to be done. <br><br>"What can you tell me about yourself?" Curiosity prompted the question, but also what she could see of the young woman's appearance and demeanor. Would she tell a small tale of tragedy and despair, a sedate one of home and family, or was she able to spin the yarn of her imagination to where neither of the other mattered? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 18:51:54</strong>
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				Sofonisba gently touched the hands of Lucia a moment and gazed directly into her eyes. The intelligence that glowed from behind them was somewhat disconcerting with the lack of charmed sparkle that she found common when she met the residents of Venice. She held the gaze the few moments it took to gain composure. A risky trick of hers.<br><br>"Ah, Madonna, I have had a splendid time since my arrival. Venice has such a difference of flavor than Mestre with all of the splendid architecture and romantic canals. Breathless!<br><br>"Upon arriving, Madonna, I had the pleasure of doing a small favor in my travel over for the signore handling import of some glassworks sent over on the ship I was on.&nbsp; Because of the favor, they invited me to spend a few weeks at their villa and I must say, the time has been pleasant, as well as unexpected.<br><br>"I was able to learn a few favored Venetian dance steps that had not yet hit the coastline and Rosetta, their oldest, is very proficient on the harp. She was kind enough to teach me a few of her favored songs."<br><br>She toyed with a brief flirtatious smile, but Lucia was not to be seduced with the charm of the lilt in her voice.<br>"Perhaps my most interesting time was spent learning how to dance in chopines. If I am to understand <br>correctly, Venice is less strict in limiting these shoes to royalty. The height will take some getting used to. I think I almost broke my neck several times." <br>&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>12-03-2009, 23:56:59</strong>
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				Lucia's hands did not withdraw from the touch, and she turned them palms up to receive the younger woman's within them without even needing to look down. She knew her body and her eyes were otherwise occupied staring into Sofon's own. Green, clearly upon looking, and deep to the point of piercing --or perhaps that was just the way she used them, in a search so direct that most would find hard to stare into it. That Sofon held her gaze for as long as she did was a pleasant surprise.<br><br>She listened to the woman's comments on her journey, but the first thing she cared to add was a clear: "Call me Lucia, please." A moment of silence waited for some kind of acknowledgement, and then she moved on with or without it. "And Mestre, you say. That's interesting." It hadn't been that long since the city belonged to Verona, would that have anything to do with the woman being here? Warning bells rang in the distance. Verona, Milan, Sforza, check, check, check in less time than it would take to blink. She filed that away for future thought and focused on what she did know instead.<br><br><em>She plays the harp, she can dance and... </em> her eyes flittered briefly towards Andrea, a glance exchanged of mixed amusement and confirmation. <em>Yes, she had no idea. </em> The combination of this fact with the flirtatious smile brought forth the firth hint of amusement to the courtesan's eyes --a mere flicker, mind you, but there it was, visible enough. "I mostly wear them outdoors" she confessed amicably, releasing one of Sofon's hands to turn to the side and start walking without another look at their chaperone. "To prevent my slippers from being totally soiled. Some ladies have started wearing them inside, and I fear it may become all too common, being as most of them are far too short to even look a man in the eye." There, some free talking of her own should relax the young woman some, and the fact that most ladies wouldn't look a man in the eye anyway was as irrelevant as obvious.<br><br>"But truly, I don't think a mere elongating of hems is going to be enough if you mean to move further than Signora Moretti's house. No insult intended, carissima." The light curve of her lips as she offered that to the older woman was just as telling as the tone of her words -a thin dagger of one. "Do you mean to?" This time the question was direct and to the point, and she intended to get an answer one way or another.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>13-03-2009, 04:28:25</strong>
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				Sofon relaxed somewhat on seeing Lucia's smile, but the tension between these two strong woman was marked and still unsure as to why, she watched their unspoken interactions carefully.<br><br>"Lucia? Thank you for the honor. Lucia, to be truthful, I am always open to ideas on how to better position myself in this beautiful city. My family ties are old and a bit weakened with the city, having removed to Mestre to flee from the pestilence decades ago. I return with some few family resources though, being the first so inclined to seek Venice once more."<br><br>Sofon studied Lucia's eyes again, and then scanned her face searching, wondering whether the elegant woman simply fenced as an adversary or really had thoughts of giving some assistance. <br><br>"Signori Moretti has been a superb hostess, showing me every kindness."<br><br>Sofon hesitated a moment, debating on revealing a few of the additional introductions she was given, as with the carrier of the letters of credit for the wealthier house in Mestre or the simple sealed letters of introduction she was still waiting for the best opportunity to present. However she wouldn't underestimate the potential benefits of the assistance of someone as well placed as Lucia.<br><br>She thought to try some candor to see whether Lucia appeared sincere. Glancing down demurely for a moment, she continued.<br><br>"Obviously a large city like Venice has numerous avenues...and canals" a quick smile "which might lead to a successful negotiation of a good outcome for someone young like myself. Have you thoughts to share on what I might consider as well?"<br><br>She raised her green eyes to meet Lucia's directly this time, woman to woman. Not so much in challenge but certainly in more respectful equility. She knew it was presumptuous, but she also knew that should she take a subordinate role right off, she might be relegated to it for life.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 02:24:33</strong>
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				<br><br><br><br><br><br>It wasn't as much tension as there was a silent duel of wills. Andrea Moretti and Lucia had a long lasting relationship that was as close to friendship as it ever gets between those like them. So far, Andrea remained on the side and allowed the two to get to know each other while she took her time to observe them; she wasn't entirely sure of what Lucia wanted this time and didn't want to tip her hand yet. The black haired snake was always unpredictable, and the letter she had received was interesting enough.<br><br>A shift of her wrist, and Lucia soon had Sofon's arm entwined with her own as they crossed the arched portico into the more private side of the household while the younger woman continued to speak. "She is very kind" she agreed on account of Moretti, not quite smiling but close again. As far as anyone could tell, Lucia was the epitome of sincerity both in her listening and speaking --that is also an acquired skill, even if her eyes flickered now and then at the other woman's insinuations. "Numerous" she echoed, pausing on her walk by the side of a door when she heard the main question.<br><br>Two pairs of eyes met and locked in place, and Lucia couldn't deny that the other woman's were far too similar to her own. When she held her gaze again, the woman's lips quirked just a little further upward. <em>At least she isn't a wet clay puppet.</em> Women without a strong personality and drive didn't survive long in their profession. Not without losing themselves in the process. "But to be completely direct, I am not sure you are ready to negotiate successfully yet. That, or Andrea wouldn't be here." There was the briefest wink there, but she didn't move her gaze away. <br><br>"As for what you might consider, you have options that few do. You could use your family ties and resources to establish yourself in the little court, but you wouldn't be talking to me if that were your choice. The fact that you did come says enough." She wasn't fond of stating the obvious, but in some cases it helped drive the point --let's be direct between us.&nbsp; "You can depend on others, or on yourself. You know who I am, but you also should know that for each one of us that gets even close, there are a hundred more trampled on the way. What would you say your chances are?"<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 03:42:44</strong>
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				Signori Moretti fell back to a confidential distance and Sofon knew it was simply because she had given her advice and was leaving it to her to decide for herself. Sofon wasn't naive enough to believe that the Signori would pull her out of the fire if she went against her advice. Nor was Sofon prone to do so if there was a way to meld multiple options into one general path, thus enjoying the potential choices left open as best as possible. <br><br>She relaxed a bit more knowing that the Signore had determined that the hazards could most likely be navigated by Sofon at this juncture. The one advantage of being raised in a household of those more inclined to do business with the community leaders was the opportunity as a child to study the interactions and learn. There was still much left to learn, but at almost 18, she had some awareness of the breadth of the issues at least.<br><br>She concentrated on keeping her intertwined arm as relaxed as possible as they walked. Even though she knew she would need to keep her guard up should the stakes get too high, there was something about Lucia that she liked. She couldn't define it, other than to say she was used to meeting women whom she found to be vapid or busy body and Lucia, in contrast, was a study in intention and focus. There was much that could be gleaned from this woman.<br><br>"In all honesty, Madonna, pardon, Lucia, I know I am not quite ready to begin negotiating my position in this city at this point. There is still much to learn and questions I need answered before I pick a few directions that I would like to consider. I would never want to look back and query whether I understood what my choices were before I made them."<br><br>She nodded and glanced sideways softly, checking Lucia's slight facial responses. Testing the arm entertwined in hers.<br><br>"Learning so much so quickly is never a simple thing. I will not pretend to have not moments where I am overwhelmed. But even negotiating alliances for help can become self-limiting. I speak forthright to you because I will readily acknowledge the success with which you have navigated these very issues."<br><br>Stopping, she once again turned to face Lucia, "Signori Morreti has joined me in kindness to my family and because we have found some areas of mutual interest to share. She does, however, know that although she can be there to catch me if need be, I am like a small infant that has to be given room to take steps before I can truly walk on my own."<br><br>Sofon allowed a serenely disarming smile to spread over her face and focused her eyes with gentleness. A slight squeeze passed to Lucia's attending arm. <br><br>"I am hoping to make several such friends. I am sure that my success will offer some future rewards for those with whom I have had the good fortune of becoming friends. Not that any have need of what I can do now...but the threads of a beautiful shawl are spun in long entertwining strands that can be woven to strengthened the warmth of the whole piece.&nbsp; Without such spinning, my shawl shall lack long term endurance regardless of what I choose to do on my own. as will any others woven into its beauty."<br><br>Now her gaze switched to one of sincerity, "and I do seek assistance from those who would help me to keep the best options open."
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				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>14-03-2009, 04:14:06</strong>
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				<em>Or drag you into the mud.</em> Fortunately Sofon couldn't hear Lucia's thoughts, because they weren't particularly fond of friendship. "In that case, let us eat and talk some more. You aren't starting young, but perhaps that will give you a different edge. I have a few ideas to share." She looked over her shoulder to Andrea. "Coming?" <br><br>The dining room ahead was a clear revival of the roman style, which was probably a little too avant garde for the times --Lucia was one of those to embrace the renaissance of art and spirit with delight. Reclining couches in front of the table and an assortment of fruit and wine to start with, which started to be poured the moment the ladies made their way in. "So. Let's talk business, shall we?"<br><br>The first drink was offered to Andrea, the second to Sofon and Lucia gracefully accepted the third with her free hand. 
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				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>15-03-2009, 10:47:10</strong>
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				Sofon accepted her drink relieved to see the first offered to Signori Morreti. She nodded acknowledgment to the woman serving it, noting how well her wardrobe matched the mood of Sofon's surroundings. The room was both charming and relaxing and she was tempted to lower her guard and enjoy the ambiance and the meal a bit, but Lucia's words about discussing business immediately snapped her back to a somewhat wary attention. Regardless, her eyes couldn't help but to start taking in the colors and artwork with a certain joy. <br><br>"I would welcome such," she affirmed, suddenly realizing that the thought was highly unnerving to her. She focused at pulling in the artistry to steady her hand and fill her with serenity. <br><br>She made herself turn her eyes, once again, to directly penetrate Lucia's. There were moments that she wished this woman would lower her ever present guard and speak from the heart. She knew not to hold to that fantasy, though. Neither could choose to follow a path this narrow if they wasn't going to keep one eye attentive to the sheer rocky cliff just off center. <br><br>Something about her suddenly felt like the vulnerable little child left behind too soon and she wished, again, that her Mama was still alive.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>16-03-2009, 22:56:26</strong>
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				<br>Lucia allowed Sofon to look around for a bit, settling herself on the central chaise and leading the young woman to sit by her side before she let go of her arm. And so she waited for her answer, quietly interested. When it came her half smile did the talking, noticing the woman's nerves and letting her work them off by herself while taking another sip of her wine.<br><br>"Business it is, then." She waited for the eyes to meet, and only then did she speak again, keeping her voice neutral. "You will do." The determination was there, as well as the decision made. Perhaps it was the vulnerability in her gaze, or the fact that she would rise through it, but there was something in this young woman that made Lucia both interested and nervous.<br><br>"Even if you are not ready. Yet," The determination in her tone was clear, she would be made ready one way or another.<br><br>Calmly, Lucia plucked a wedge of fruit and brought it to her lips, taking her time to taste and swallow the first bite before asking her next question. "In the interest not to bore you with what you already know, what do you know so far about me and what I do?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 05:11:24</strong>
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				Sofonisba gracefully picked up a sliver of orange, slowly removing the peal and breaking it into its smallest sections so as to take time to carefully word her response to the delicate question presented.<br><br>Her eyes turned to Lucia in candor, but her words were tentative, meant to gauge Lucia's defenses.<br><br>"I have noted that there seem to be two types of women in positions of distinction in society Those who exchange their the ability to think for immediate security of a husband, and those willing to take more risks to have more choices. I understand you to be wisely in the second category," she studied Lucia's face carefully to be sure that her words were not taken in offense.<br><br>"I have wondered whether you have ever regretted your choice or considered options while acquiring your current exclusive status."<br><br>She raised an eyebrow, her query from the heart. She realized that this too was risky, but somehow she preferred to find a way to have comfortable candor with this woman who could prove an admirable mentor. She paused.<br><br>"Perhaps I overstep myself?" she added gently, should Lucia prefer not to answer.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 06:00:12</strong>
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				"So, in your poetic language, you are saying you know I am a courtesan, and that you aren't entirely sure that you want to follow on my footsteps, even if it is a choice that you already made by placing yourself in Andrea's hands." Evidently, once she mentioned business, Lucia was not one to beat around the bush too much. At least not between those of her own kind.<br><br>"Yes, indeed, there are two types of courtesans, and then there are the wives, so that would make three kinds if it wasn't because, truly, the gentlemen's wives have no place in high society. They are expected to bear their children and raise them to exceptional standards." She paused to consider sofonisba's expression and finish her fruit, daintily licking the tips of her fingers when done. True, there was a hint of a smile as she did so, but taunting is just part of the job description.<br><br>"Some of us may choose to marry. In some cases it is expected, and it has been offered to me more than once; it is usually a business arrangement like anything else, it gives you a certain legitimacy. If that is what you want there are ways to get there. It is not what /I/ want, however. I will say that I don't regret any of my choices, new or old, but then I have always made them with all the cards on the table and then some. Does that answer your question?"
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				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 06:43:36</strong>
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				Sofon's laugh is warm and spontaneous.<br><br>"I do believe I like you, Lucia. You are direct and so comfortable with yourself. So sure. I hope that I can acquire those traits as I grow." her eyes twinkled in her first honest pleasure since her arrival.<br><br>"I may have misrepresented my meaning. I do not mean to infer that I question my path or choices. I have made them. Rather, I would love the opportunity to learn from your strengths. The best people to seek wisdom from are those who have proven to exercise their own so well."<br><br>Once decided, Sofon refused to stay defensive with Lucia knowing that being overly protective was never a way to instill trust.<br><br>"I would ask for your friendship, Lucia, knowing that there are limits you may want to place on that and thinking it of value even so."&nbsp; Sofon studied her eyes and waited patiently for her response.
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				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 07:24:42</strong>
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				<br>Andrea's snorting laughter was the first answer to Sofon's profession of friendship, but that just earned her a piercing glance from Lucia. "Helen" she called promptly. "Please show Andrea the gardens. Also, if you will hand her the purse I left on the table for her, make sure she signs all that needs signed before she leaves."<br><br>She turned to the young woman next, observing her demeanor thoughtfully. "Friends are difficult to come by in this profession, Sofonisba, and many will laugh at the idea. I shall say I won't brush the idea off, and we'll see how we like each other --who knows, you might come to hate me before long." She even smiles to that, clearly used to the latter situation more than to the former.<br><br>"First..." Lucia relaxed in place, draping herself on her seat. "...You must know I give nothing for free, and nor does anyone else. Write down in your little book of tips. So. What you want, what I want, and what each of us can offer, shall we?" She finishes her drink and sets it down on the table, keeping her eyes on the woman by her side. "What you want I can give. Entrance to the Doge's palace and a reason to be there to start with. The choice of your lovers, if any at all, would be left to me."<br><br>"You must agree that I know better in that sense, yes?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 09:45:46</strong>
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				"I am, perhaps, a bit less comfortable with the leap that is occurring as fait accompli at the moment. Perhaps the discussion should continue a bit. After all, stating a preferred relationship outcome is not the same as giving up all rights to myself as though I have not an option or thought or a speck of humanity. After all, if I can achieve 50% of what you have on my own alone, or potentially nothing if I befriend you, Lucia, what is the benefit?" Sofonisba eyes suddenly flash with the stubborn determinism her family has come to know and love about her. It was the same that earned her what assistance she had obtained in letters. She would never relinquish all for promises of nothing. And though she realized that Lucia was well-positioned at the moment, she also knew she had not turned all of her cups.<br><br>She sat very still and kept her eyes on Lucia, her back straight and chin up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>17-03-2009, 19:11:39</strong>
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				<br>"It is a wager" Lucia stated without a single doubt in her mind. "In this life, everything is. You have to figure out what you want and what it will take you to get there." She leaned back slightly, the better to observe the woman in front of her. "You aren't exotic enough to stand out, but you could bank in your venetian looks for as long as you keep them. The harp and the dance may take you to an event or two. The dresses won't, but I'm sure you'll be able to learn by yourself what to wear soon enough."<br><br>Unlike Sofon's straight lines, Lucia's current position was all curves and relaxation, which the heavy robes could only accentuate upon draping over her frame --yet unlike her poise, her words held no softness of their own. "What can you get for yourself? Perhaps a merchant husband, a condottiere if you are lucky. Or you could choose your own lovers as you would, by looks? by feelings? by wealth?" She is studying Sofon's reaction to each suggestion, reading which one affects her the most and how.<br><br>"Or you could listen to what I offer and realize that nothing is not an option unless you fail in following my requirements. Are they that harsh?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 18:46:33</strong>
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				Sofonisba's silence stretched out as she struggled with both her emotions and her consideration on how best to respond. As Lucia paraded each option passed, Sofon discounted them as unsuitable. What Sofon wanted most was the very thing that Lucia chose to demand as a fee: freedom of choice. A willful child in many ways, she preferred not to be harnessed to the path of another. She could, however, master a single-minded determination to stick with her own path once she saw something she desired. <br><br>Her face did not reflect her thoughts; a skill that she had put much time into developing when under great stress. However, she had not yet mastered the incredible fluidity of Lucia's body...the grace and ease with which she appeared so untouched by the choices as she fenced.<br><br>She was both offended and challenged as she heard the truths that Lucia tossed out so passively on her attributes. She had learned more than what Lucia had listed, other womanly skills for entertainment and communications. Perhaps her greatest skill was one she had made sure to guard so as to avoid challenging those who would protest. Unlike almost all of of her gender, she was a voracious reader. It had been something uncle Tonio had taken a perverse delight in seeing to. That and allowing her to stay in remote areas of the room in quiet activities while he carried on his business and community discussions. It had been to her advantage that he had never sired a son.<br><br>She studied the orange slices before her, deep in thought. Time was growing short for even the remotest respectable response without being confrontational any more than she already had.<br><br>Gathering her resolve, she once more looked into Lucia's eyes, directly, her challenge changed but choices within.<br><br>"I am listening, Lucia. It is a leap of faith. I would value a variety of aspects of an alliance of some sort with you. It would be my preference for it to be amicable. Perhaps you could give me a better idea - some insights into how such an arrangement might work."<br><br>She returned her hands to a casual pose in her lap and relaxed the line in her back to open herself for new perspectives previously unconsidered.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 20:23:00</strong>
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				<br><br>Lucia followed the progress of her words on the young woman in front of her, watching and studying her expression. Her lack of expression told her as much or more as a reaction might, causing the corner of her mouth to deepen with a kind of mirth that would be only apparent to those who knew her well. There were all kinds of schooled expressions, but they all meant there was&nbsp; a hit deep enough for the person to hide behind the mask, and she knew a lot about hiding. It showed promise, however, that Sofon already knew that it was necessary for survival. <br><br>She didn't rush the other woman, but rather sat comfortably and listened to the silence, watched her appraisal of the fruit while she gathered another and finished it, holding her wine in a relaxed grip. Very relaxed. This woman had many strengths, tapped or not, and it would take time to get to know and nurture those that were most important. When Sofon spoke again, Lucia tilted her head to the side in an attentive gesture, nodding at the end of her statement.<br><br>"I would expect you to listen, yes" Lucia quipped, "and I can assure you that more seasoned people would&nbsp; have been delighted at the offer. I, however, am not looking for seasoned people, on the contrary, what I value is that you have no terrible habits to break, and that you are still untouched. At least, that is what I've been given to understand." She left it there, pausing to take a long drink while watching Sofon over the rim of her glass for any telling reaction.<br><br>"In fact, I've offered to double the highest price that has been offered so far for your first night, provided that it is deferred until such a time I deem you are ready for it, with someone of my choosing. I will also loan you whatever may be necessary to achieve a comfortable position within the little court, provided you return it to me once your position is secured by your own merits afterward at a low interest. All I will ask for is your... amicable alliance... and your deference to my choices in theory and practice until you are knowledgeable enough to choose for yourself."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 21:08:13</strong>
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				The flush was uncontrollable and spread from the suddenly pounding pulse in her throat outward, both upward into her cheeks and down into her breasts. She had thought she would be prepared for the question when it was broached but knew that things were not hidden from Lucia as well as from others. It was an area where Lucia had complete finesse and refinement but was her asset with least experience. She had but one first night to offer of herself, and in many ways, it terrified her...All the more that Lucia sometimes had feral looks that could lead one to believe that if you displeased her, she could make the event intolerable. <br><br>Something in her was thankful for the small lovingly exquisite exploring and experimentation she has shared with Alexander at fifteen. A sense of melancholy at the memory of his loss helped her regather her composure.<br><br>At least, she thought, this was not a lifetime promise and could afford her the independence of her own residence while she followed Lucia's tutelage.<br><br>There was no question that the offer had to be accepted. It was the only real opportunity, the point having been driven home by this woman she was still trying to penetrate.<br>She took a sip in wine, now delaying an answer to establish some sort of self-respect and hopefully boundaries on such.<br><br>"I do believe your offer is an avenue of opportunity that I would be remiss to pass," she finally acquiesced with as much grace as her body knew, once again, meeting Lucia's eyes evenly. "And I appreciate the generosity of the offer."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>19-03-2009, 23:10:09</strong>
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				<br>Well, that blushing was delightful enough. Lucia's foot stirred under her robe at the sight, stretching from the ankle out in a slow circle while Sofon was taking her time to accept the foregone conclussion. Cesco had begun to bore her by now, and it wouldn't be a good thing to let it show --a better patron would be almost unthinkable, so this would at least give her some outlet to entertain herself. She hadn't had the advantages of a mentor when she started, and she wondered just how much more she could have achieved then. Her pearls tickled her with the motion and she nearly smiled again.<br><br>"I will take that as a yes." She lifted her glass into a toast, and a gesture to Helen at the door had the slave nod and walk out, while the meal arrived in carefully cooled plates. Not a feast of indulgence by any means, but rather one appropriate to be the first of the day in the hot season, cold cuts, cheese and breads, olives and salads. At first sight it was a well-prepared meal, appealing to the eye and tongue.&nbsp; "We can enjoy ourselves for a little longer, I think, and you can tell me more about yourself. I will, of course, be glad to answer any questions you have for me the best I can."<br><br>The older woman allowed herself a near smile then, leaving business as finished and rearranging the pleating of her robes to let some more air in. If it just so happened to allow a rather indiscreet glimpse of a long, molded leg, it just might be taken as accidental --which it was not, of course. Lucia was at home and the message was deliberate; she didn't hold herself to the same tenets that most society of the time did, not in her home and not in private, and Sofon was now part to that privacy. "Where are you staying, by the way?"<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 00:29:52</strong>
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				Once the decision was made, of course, Sofonisba felt much less stressed and cornered. Done was done. No sense trying to second guess a path that was the only with a bridge over a canal. She could still feel the blush though and had taken note that the first real tug of pleasure she had seen in one of Lucia's smiles this day had been in response to her blush. She raised her glass to Lucia and allowed a smile of pleasure to etch her lips. <br><br>"Done, then, yes," she agreed, thinking that things would necessarily be easier for her from this point on. Her face softened into the natural beauty that accompanies the enthusiasm of youth and the end of a first glass of wine as it is refilled. Still reserved somewhat, she determined that she would take the opportunity to change what she could of the stiffness of this new friendship. She realized that Lucia would hold to the formalities that their arrangement would offer, but Sofon was stubborn if nothing else, taken to trying the impossible as her family constantly pointed out.<br><br>Her mannerisms became more graceful and her voice picked up the natural lilt that had charmed Alex when she had first met him. Thus eased, she found herself hungry and in the mood for the diverse offering of the meats, cheeses, and other delicacies. Several were new to her and as she tried them and sensually rolled them in her mouth, she teasingly attempted to regale Lucia with her odd descriptions of the flavors and textures in terms of poetry.<br><br>Once she had eaten the bird's fare that would keep her waist small she turned to the more serious question posed by Lucia. <br><br>"I am currently staying at Villa Carerra, old family friends of my uncle. It is a short term arrangement until I am situated and has been satisfactory the last few weeks. They have a guest room that I use, but as merchants, frequently have travelers in need of its use."<br><br>Her eyes caught Lucias and she warmly smiled. "And you permit me questions. You are such a gracious hostess, Madonna!" her expression impish, "well, yes, I have curiosities...perhaps you could share one of your more pleasant surprises about this profession we have chosen."<br><br>She saw Lucia's flawless leg bared below a corner of her robes caught on her footstool and averted her gaze, blushing less than earlier, but blushing non-the less. She envisioned a patron worshipping it on his way to....to...she almost giggled aloud. She had no idea what. Well some. She had heard rumors and many quite pleasant. <br><br>Her eyes flashed back towards Lucia speculatively. Questioning but not asking. Waiting to hear what was forthcoming. The back of her mind painting oddly unfinished pictures of the exotic nature of a Courtesan.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 07:38:36</strong>
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				<br>So this is where relaxation begins. Lucia served herself and ate with good appetite, not seeming to worry about her figure or how daintily she brought food to her lips, that was a skill reserved for company of late. She watched Sofonisba's pecking without commenting on it, a corner of her mouth twitching once when she caught both fleeting glance and flush together.<br><br>Now that it was a done deal, the young woman seemed to relax as well, and Lucia approved of it, particularly when it showed more grace and charm than before. The conversation moved on to flavors, and she found herself actually grinning at her particular description of the olives, and the fleeting thought of what she could compare them to if they hadn't been pitted. Perhaps next time she would find out.<br><br>The mention of her staying arrangement made Lucia somewhat thoughtful, but she left that thought for later. It certainly wouldn't do to remain in a family home once her status became known, but they would deal with that when they got there. Either way, the next question and impish smile clearly deserved an answer. "Pleasant surprises" she echoed, and they had been few and far between, but her eyes stared into the distance, locking into the large fresco on on the opposite wall. It depicted a hunt, with a beautiful woman holding the reins of a horse and the forest in the background.<br><br>"I knew a gentleman once" she mused, leaving the food aside and taking a re-filled glass from the table instead to taste the wine as she spoke. "Who I realized soon enough enjoyed getting what people wouldn't give willingly. It surprised me to find out how well I could show unwillingness towards things I loved or were the easiest to do. He offered a perfect pearl for each time I'd let him drink for me, and What started as a ring became a collar, then a princess length strand, an opera necklace, and I have never grown tired of adding length to the rope. He stills believe I can't stand the idea of it, of course." This time she smiled, all the way to her eyes. "Thinking back, I could as well have been a virgin too." Green eyes flickered under the light of the day, filled with mirth as she reached through her robes to caress the double string that rested around her neck and disappeared far below.<br><br>The musing, speculative gaze turned again to Sofon then, steadying there. "Your turn."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 08:04:26</strong>
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				Sofon was touched by being allowed to see a memory of tenderness cross Lucia's face. It was such a brief moment...a short and undertold story...but expressed so much and told a tale of a spirit hidden deep within Lucia. The spot that Sofon searched for in all whom she knew...that point in humanity which bonds.<br><br>She didn't want to disturb the musing or slow the tales, but she was in the dark as to the trade and couldn't resist seeking clarification. She was afraid she was going to hear about more than she was ready for, but life's risks....<br><br>"Drink for you?" Sofon asked softly, gently, her mouth enveloping the question with delicacy and intrigue. Her eyes softened from their mirth and probed with great sensitivity...truly curious but wanting to be discrete...to protect Lucia's admission to favoring whatever it meant. She held herself still, hoping not to spoil the mood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>20-03-2009, 08:51:46</strong>
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				What? So we find that Lucia could actually laugh, her eyes bright as she looked at Sofon. "Drink for me, from me? I am not sure that's something you really want to do. Besides, it is utterly dirty, and clearly not something a Lady of my stature would be expected to be seen doing, or even heard of having done it." There, she suddenly looked suitably mollified even. She let the stem of her glass roll between her thumb and forefinger, making the wine within swirl in a slow, languid wave. <br><br>All through this she kept her eyes in Sofon's, challenge as clear as the mirth in her eye.<br><br>"Either way, I meant your turn to share something pleasant, profession-wise or not, but it is definitely your choice." And so, the ball was back in the other field.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>22-03-2009, 02:19:32</strong>
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				Sofon found her self blushing again, with simply the idea of an intimacy so private or taboo that Lucia, herself, could be viewed as damaged for having participated...her mind started clicking through options she had heard of and dizzied quickly. Most with concepts that she did not fully grasp the actions of. She pulled her thoughts back from their wanderings, her eyes somewhat unfocused.<br><br>"Well, obviously, I have so much less to tell. Perhaps one I find somewhat delicious relates to a certain condottiere that used to visit my uncle when he had some time. I noticed after a bit that he seemed to find his way to our parlor when it was time for me to come through. Or would move to the kitchen for some elusive reason when I helped there. It was a while before I took note, but I did. Perhaps it was his eyes that gave him away." her mind had calmed enough to direct her eyes at Lucia's once again.<br><br>"It began on his visits in my 13Th year and continued throughout the next two seasons. It was an accidental occurrence that left me in the parlor playing the harp in his presence when a guest with perhaps a bit more wine than is wise bumped my harp, almost toppling it. There was a small audience but this condottiere was close enough to help me catch it, righting it. In the process, he came much nearer than I would have allowed, and found himself staring at my ankle accidentally revealed below my hem. I know not whether it was the combination of the closeness, or his pleasure of seeing what is normally more discretely hidden, or just my ankle itself that caught his fancy, but he flushed and it became rather apparent that he became excited, you know, as men do from time to time. <br><br>"I took pleasant delight in finding ways to reveal my ankle to him alone when no others were in view...accidentally of course, and with the same result each time. I pretended to take no note and watched him under lowered lids as he, such a strong man, attempted to regain control. In retrospect, I am glad that I was under the roof of my uncle at the time." <br><br>She giggled and her eyes sparkled in secret mystery at the memory. "I had not known that a simple vision would create such a reaction before that."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>24-03-2009, 22:37:41</strong>
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				So she didn't take the bait, maybe she was even more innocent than she thought. Next time Lucia would just have to try to be less subtle. The anecdote only confirmed her conclusion, and the older woman studied Sofon for a little longer. "It is often the simplest things that create the stronger effects" she stated, knowingly.<br><br>The rest of the afternoon was spent in quiet banter and gossip, with little to none talk of business other than for Lucia to state that Sofon's current accommodations were not appropriate, and to encourage her to think of her options before their next meeting. She named the address on the Rialto where she had had an appointment set with a seamstress, and offered to send a gondola to pick her up.<br><br>Lucia spent the next two days without any change in her regular rutine, and showed to the appointment late enough --the seamstress was used to it and had long before started giving her appointments earlier than she expected her to arrive, that's just the way things work in Venice. It was a rather luxurious setting once one would bet in, by the way: rich fabrics draping in soft folds from the windows and over an old Empire divan and drawing desk; Heavy fringed pillows of silk and velvet in jewel tones strewn in different directions, resting invitingly upon windowsill, carpet&nbsp; and platform; designing sketches, buttons, lacings and clasps set aside on different displays; and of course an apprentice or two practicing their stitching.<br><br>"Four evening dresses to start with, the corsets and underthings, We will see what happens after the first party before we order more." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>26-03-2009, 06:53:35</strong>
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				The Gondola had come to carry her to the address on Rialto at a time which made it obvious to her that she could not arrive on time. Attempting to be gracious, her eyes still snapped as she worried that Lucia would measure her according to her own preferences instead of common behavior in Venice. <br><br>The gondolier helped Sofon climb to the steps as the lapping of the water changed her footing. The air was heavy with the water off of the canal and the day a bit warmer than normal. She stepped quickly and was relieved to enter the coolness of the dwelling. On entering, Sofon was first relieved to see that Lucia had yet to arrive. She was then pleased to see the beauty of the rich colors and fabric textures. It spoke well of the seamstress and her ability to create instead of replicate. <br><br>After announcing herself, she found herself ushered to a chair and served some light biscuits and cool tea. Sitting gracefully, with her long neck lifting above delicate shoulders, she nibbled at the biscuits and felt a sense of relief at the time she had to cool and gain composure. She noticed the woman glancing at her speculatively on several occasions, sometimes tilting her head, sometimes slightly closing an eye and and appearing to lose focus. Once or twice she held fabrics up in the air in her direction as though evaluating the effect of the colors and texture. There were moments when Sofon picture her own hands with new clay studying possible objects in search of her muse. <br><br>Sofon watched the closest apprentice carefully placing her stitches in small meticulous increments that bespoke of training for excellent craftsmanship. When Lucia entered, she briefly rose with a smile and greeted her by touching hands and placing silent kisses on each cheek, as she would a sister or cousin. She was pleasantly surprised to hear Lucia request four evening dresses and the appropriate undergarments. It was more than generous for her initial opportunities to prove herself. In no time at all the Signora had stripped her down to her barest of underthings and began measurements. She stood back and studied her figure from several angles.<br><br>Sofon had a few characteristics that stood out over some of the common women of Venice: her longer neck, torso and legs which allowed for an elegance that some did not have. The fullness of her breasts and hips, as well as her diminutive waist was typical for the Italian women in and out of Venice. Another feature that frequently received notice was her fragile wrists with long tapering fingers.&nbsp; None of her features appeared to be overlooked by the seamstress, who was still studying her like art in the works. Sofon found pleasure in knowing that Lucia selected someone with such promise.<br><br>The chatter was light while the evaluations were done and much was limited to her or Lucia remarking over a certain fabric or colour or preferences on laces and accessories to adorn the finished pieces. Sofon felt as though her tastes were underdeveloped each time Lucia found one that was elegant or beautifully understated. She was learning to appreciate the depths and fullness of Lucia's eye for detail.<br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>27-03-2009, 01:05:02</strong>
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				<br>Lucia&nbsp; greeted Sofon with a wram embrace of her own, lips offering a firm pressure to each cheek.&nbsp; From there, she relaxed with her own cup of tea while the first measurements were taken. She took particular interest in her new friend after the undressing, making a point with her direct gaze --the intensity of said gaze may or may not have been another, most likely she just liked what she saw. <br><br>Going over the fabrics, Lucia set another one aside, heavier than most. "She will need a cloak as well, and make sure the hood is large enough." It was a non-sequitur that the seamstress would know just large enough for what. All the while the seamstress worked, they exchanged idle gossip, a clear indication of the woman's familiarity with Lucia's occupation and its basic requirements; where the milanese had been spotted throughout the last few days; the rising price of jewelery; in the end something about a senator's wife's figure made Lucia laugh, and the seamstress seemed well proud of achieving such reaction.&nbsp; <br><br>"We'll keep your hair up mostly, I think" she said to Sofon directly afterward, reaching to gather it in her hand and lift it. Lucia's current attire was comfortable, and while her laces were tighter on the back, she hadn't bothered to close them all the way and her dress was modest enough, yet thin and light for the heat of the day. She climbed the platform to stand by her side, watching the full-length mirror ahead. Her free hand reached around to smooth Sofon's chemise, bringing it closer to her body to accentuate and delineate each curve as she watched, careful. "What would you say?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 01:33:41</strong>
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				The instructions regarding the cloak spread a flush of deep pink from Sofon's neck onto her face and down over both breasts, slightly causing her to struggle with the growing frequency with which her sensuality arose nowadays. Because she wore only the slightest of underthings at the moment, her secrets were more exposed and, under lowered lashes, she was sure she saw glances exchanged between the apprentices. She had heard stories from some of her older friends about cloak hoods and carriage rides or other more hidden locations, and had a fair idea that the reference had to do with appropriate discretion when undergoing indiscretions.<br><br>She kept her eyes averted from Lucia, knowing that she seemed to watch Sofon carefully, always evaluating her for her appearance and reactions. There was no hiding these and when Lucia's eyes had been studying her almost naked body as she was first undressed, it had already caused some warmth. There would be no question here as to her lack of control in these reactions. Still, she had seen some sort of...approval?...some look cross Lucia's face as she first stood unclothed. It somehow made her feel better about what God had given her, particularly in light of her new profession.<br><br>She had been pleased with the display of warmth Lucia had shown when she first arrived. She sensed a true bond of some sort growing. A budding friendship of a more honest and trusting nature. She still somewhat held her guard, knowing that a displeasure could shut that off in a minute if it was something that hit Lucia in a way that found some hidden mark. She didn't know Lucia well enough to be sure of how to navigate those marks.&nbsp; She tried to remember the same of the senator 's wife mentioned that caused Lucia so much pleasure when the seamstress demeaned her figure. It certainly sounded like it pointed towards some interesting tales about the senator himself.<br><br>Lucia's hands on her heavy hair caused tingles to her scalp and nape. She always loved it when someone else touched or arranged her hair. Then Lucia stepped on to the platform and moved in closer to her body while she twisted and lifted and moved it, studying its best vantage. Her clothes brushed against Sofon's skin in places that were not accustomed to being bared with another near. A confusing warmth spread through Sofon and she stared in the mirror at Lucia's face while Lucia was studying the changes in the movement of her hair. She had the urge to... she lowered her lashes and studied her thoughts...flee? She held still. Breathless. When Lucia rearranged her chemise, moving it sensually across her skin as she pulled and tucked, Sofon had the urge to giggle and gasp at the same time, but withheld both as well. Looking in the mirror, she was once again bemused that Lucia's eye for detail could find just the perfect ways for fabric to define her curves and hair to define her facial features.&nbsp; A new line that she had not yet tried.<br><br>Diverting her discomfort, those mixed reactions she could not define, she broke into an elated smile canopied by sparkling eyes and clapped, breaking into a tinkling laugh. <br><br>"Lucia! How do you know these things? I never would have tried that!"&nbsp; Through the mirror, she saw the two apprentices look slyly at each other behind her and wondered what she had said wrong. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>28-03-2009, 07:29:37</strong>
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				<br>The more Sofon blushed, the closer Lucia came to a smile. <br><br>In the end, she was beautiful. Perhaps because they shared traits, perhaps because they shared more. Standing by her side and slightly behind Sofon, the older woman shifted slightly as her companion laughed, lifting Sofon's hair a little higher and sinking her fingers into it. She had to remind herself to slow down when she found just the right portion of hair to get a workable grip, and no, she didn't pull, but the way her fingers tightened there for a moment may have been felt like a small tug on the young woman's scalp. She brought her fingers around and twirled it, turning curls into a slow knot and then back around so that the small, tightened ringlets at the tips could fall against the side of her face, softening the angles and drawing forth the color of her eyes. "Like this" she stated, and if she could feel the hardness of her corset against her own nearly bare back.. well, that was just how close Lucia was. <br><br>"It is what I do, what I know best. So will you, it only takes practice to learn what arouses a man the most." <em>Or a woman</em>. That was an idle enough thought, but a true one. Her eyes roamed over the image of Sofon's body slowly, using the hold on her hair to direct the change: a slight pull back to arch her neck, almost to rest the back of her head upon her shoulder but not quite; a shift to the side to get the best light into her cheeks and lips, brightening them and giving an extra gleam to her eye; a light pressure from behind with a soft lift at her breast to arch her back just enough to emphasize without seemingly trying to. She parted her lips at the sight, as if to say something that never quite came out. <br><br>Instead, Lucia's eyes focused in the small relief that Sofon's nipples created on the fabric, paying zero attention to the apprentices. "Marina" she addressed the seamstress in a soft croon, "Make one of the stays tighter than the other, now that I think of it." <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>30-03-2009, 23:58:31</strong>
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				Sofon's eyelashes briefly found heaviness and something about the tug of her hair spoke to her of safety. She has a brief flash of an older memory, loving, secure, but it was gone before she could capture it.&nbsp; She rolled her eyes back open, the entire reaction is milliseconds.&nbsp; She felt corsets against her back and blended the memory flash into an increased awareness of the similarities…and differences.<br><br>There was a reassurance in Lucia’s assertion at her own expertise of this knowledge and that Sofon would learn as well. Like many experiences she had accidently encountered which aroused men, she saw this as another way to exert a subtle control to get her own needs met as well as pleasing those who were in the position to do so. That was the very nature of her calling. She knew she would learn much from this woman’s insights. She doubted that there could have been a better mentor for her in the city on those subtleties. <br><br>She watched as Lucia studied her face and body while she moved her head and hair and posture. Sofon saw glimpses of her own beauty flashing through the poses and something that hinted as recognition and approval of such skittering over Lucia’s ever so subtle facial changes.&nbsp; She head was drawn back almost to Lucia’s shoulder as Lucia worked her hair. She now could feel Lucia’s warmth the length of her body. Lucia pressed a finger into her back causing her to arch more and display the full firmness of her breasts. An expression crossed Lucia’s face and she felt the breath tingling her ear and neck as Lucia spoke in a sultry, crooning voice.<br><br>“"Make one of the stays tighter than the other, now that I think of it." <br><br>Sofon’s eyebrow lifted speculatively. Whatever would that do? She glanced at the apprentices before allowing the question bubbling within to hit her lips. They were looking at each other with knowing smiles and the repetition of it hit the part of her that was used to being treated respectfully by the help. <br><br>Eyes snapping, she first kept her eyes focused through the mirror on one and then the other until they we properly chastised and dropped their gaze. Satisfied, her voice still may have been a bit too forceful when she was able to turn back to her question.<br><br>“Why uneven, Lucia?…what does it do?” her eyes returned to Lucia’s in the mirror and her eyes were still snapping with fire while her neck was lifted even more regally.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>02-04-2009, 00:43:23</strong>
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				The younger womans' reactions were met once again with approval. Lucia moved closer after she finished speaking, using the relaxation she felt in Sofon's body to draw her fully against herself. Now she would avoid distractions, and the womans' continuous looking to the apprentices had her gesturing their way to scramble. <br><br>Without a word, the youths picked their things and left through the back door.&nbsp; The seamstress just grinned, coming closer to examine the figure that Lucia was emphasizing and studied it from closer. It was she who answered the young woman's question, after a nod from Lucia's side.<br><br>"The fashion is to make the stays to fit perfectly, and it works well in most cases. It is also comfortable in comparison, so they are good for walking during the day and visiting. Signora Lucia sometimes prefers to wear them tighter to emphasize her waist, and they are very fetching if you can learn how to breathe within."<br><br>Lucia nodded her agreement with the older woman, her grin widening after a moment when she held that fire in the mirror with her own eyes. Deliberately, she cupped the underside of Sofon's breast and pushed it up and in, much like a very tight corset might and creating a visible, much higher and larger curve while her fingers sunk into the sensitive, firm flesh. "Like this" she illustrated for the second time, but by now Sofon might even feel the pressure of Lucia's own captive breast straining against her back.<br><br>"Do you have my dresses ready, by the way?" With a quick nod, the seamstress left as well, turning to follow the apprentices to wherever she kept the finished products.&nbsp; The hand never quite moved away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Taymynx</strong> on <strong>06-04-2009, 03:03:52</strong>
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				Sofon watched the events unfold in the mirror as a rather surreal sequence blending other sensations in as oddly unexpected little accents. The assistants slunk out to her relief and the seamstress smiled and disclosed the secret of the stays immediately followed by the soft pressure of Lucia's breasts as she was pulled back against her. Then Lucia's smile changed to one she couldn't fathom and her eyes returned to Sofon's in the mirror while her hand came up to her breast showing her the concept. Sofon glanced down in the mirror at the new fullness, recognizing an image she had seen on others that seemed to mesmerize all men present. But her awareness was on Lucia's near body, her hand intimately touching her outer breast, some murmured words and the sudden absence of the last of the remaining staff.<br><br>Her eyes returned to Lucia's in the mirror and again a blush spread over her. Her confusion was absolute. Her hair still held her in place and any move seemed as though it would bespeak of panic, which she could feel rising, but could not explain. Her nipples rose again, in the emotional upheaval that swept her. She could neither understand or act on the feelings that washed her. She could only determine that some sort of acknowledgement or response was due.<br><br>"I have seen that result before and was not aware of how to achieve it," she worked to keep her voice even and sure, and yet could tell the tone was slightly lower than normal. She kept her eyes locked on Lucia for a moment more before lowering her lashes and then softly began to move into a more upright position once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Venetian Rhapsody [Taymynx &amp; CShades]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CShades</strong> on <strong>08-04-2009, 08:07:53</strong>
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				Lucia took her time to answer, waiting for the seamstress to be out of eavesdropping range while she continued to play with fabric and flesh.&nbsp; "Now you know," she murmured, but whether she meant the result Sofon was talking about or something else entirely, that would be anyone's guess.&nbsp; The rise of Sofon's nipples under the fabric made it tighten even more, and this attracted the older woman's attention far too easily, as did the sudden stillness in the younger one's frame. She loved it. Suddenly, it would have been so easy to turn the touch into a caress, to turn the surprise into arousal. Too easy.<br><br>She slowly released her hold, letting the chemise fall back into place and conceal most of what her touch had revealed before. "Now I definitely know you are a virgin" she said, not without humor. She turned then in place, offering the back of her dress for Sofon to help her with the buttons and laces there. "Come on, help me with this before she comes back. We haven't discussed yet where you are to stay.&nbsp; Villa Carrera is probably not the best option at this point, unless you are going to be extremely discrete.&nbsp; I am afraid that while discretion is a necessity in our chosen path,&nbsp; it isn't so easy to maintain in the gossip-town they call La Serenissima."<br>
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