Opium Dreams [Sho and Kyndris]
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				Title: <strong>Opium Dreams [Sho and Kyndris]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>09-06-2009, 21:31:57</strong>
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				The entire den was smoky and full of pasty, pudgy men pushing and pulling at their servers, wondering at the slim young men and women to stumble out of the Orient and into the seediest neighborhoods of London. The floors of the den were buckled and water-stained, but the heavy, dark wood furniture covered them well, strewn with an amalgam of brilliant silk pillows and sheer drapes to hide the identities of the clients. The entire place was a maze of color and violet-grey smoke, floating through the air and adding an even headier air of mystery. <br><br>This was, of course, for the commoners. <br><br>A quick trip up the stairs would reveal the more expensive rooms that needed an initial down payment. Also, the most beautiful servers were here, each assigned rooms to rotate between in order to make their clients as happy as they could be. Sex wasn't required but was encouraged, a way to earn tips, and to ensure a client's return. <br><br>Aki had just finished up with his last client, and was already slipping out of his robes to fall into his small cot under the rooms, but was called out by the owner of the opium den. The man was Japanese, fat, and angry. He reached down, dragging Aki out of his little bedroom with his robes still falling off of his shoulders, telling him that a rich man named Turpin was coming in from a great London neighborhood and that he wanted a beautiful server. <br><br>Still yawning, Aki pulled back on the robes he had been wearing. He wore a traditional kimono - women's wear, but the English didn't know that and just enjoyed the rich fabrics - tugging it back up over his body to cover up his white and entirely unmarked skin. His boss yanked the obi back so tight that Aki could barely breathe, tying it into an elaborate knot, knocking the slim young man back a few steps. His boss' rough fingers grabbed at his chin, tilting the small head side to side to check out what the young man looked like and if he was acceptable. <br><br>"Fix your hair. Then get to the room - he'll be here in a few minutes." <br><br>Aki leant over, running a comb back through his hair, pinning some up in braids and loops winding around the back of his head, a long line slipping down over his back in a carefully styled fall of glossy back hair. He stuck in a few jade combs and washed his face, slipping on the white tabi socks he wore in the rooms.<br><br>Hurrying over the buckled floors, he let himself in through a red laquered door into a small but beautifully appointed room, a long bed laid out against one wall, covered in bright silks and rich velvets, a few guttering candles casting a golden glow and flickering shadows about the room. A wood opium pipe, inlaid with gold and jade, lay on a dark red lacquered table. Some matches were there as well, but the treasure of the room was Aki himself, kneeling on the floor by the bed with his eyes trained on the ground. <br><br>His fingers, long and white, smoothed his robes down. His name meant autumn, and given the freezing cold outside, along with snow, he was dressed accordingly. At his neck, multiple gold and red and bronze robes showed their collars, peeking out, with a magnificent black robe embroidered with maple leaves and phoenixes mixing at the hem of his robes, spilling over his legs and up to the burnished gold of the obi clenching his robes tightly shut and clinging to his slim waist. <br><br>His lips were painted a soft, matte red, eyes lined to bring out their inky darkness, slim hands pressed to the ground as he bent in half in a highly stylized bow, meant to please this Judge Turpin. He was a beauty, a gem, stuck in the dirt and mud that this cheap opium den had been built upon. And he was all set there, his sole purpose to ensure that Judge Turpin enjoyed himself. 
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