NPC: Hannah
Location: Loveless
The stench of shame clung to the air in the den of inequity as it did everyday, as the main hall of the establishment filled with gambling and socializing between.men and women alike; such was how Loveless came to be. Madame Zana happened to be a clever woman, very clever indeed when it came to what the patrons wanted. Hannah favored her real well when it came to people she could respect, but then again Hannah's list never really grew when it came to respect. The depravity in the room that filled the brothel with such dirty sensual energy, this was the place that Hannah enjoyed being in most. She was actually quite glad to have her room back here, now that things were getting into order. Yet even though she had always found herself in a playful mood with most of the men and women here, Hannah had been far to busy to enjoy in the debauchery this place had earned its reputation for.
Like now. In the chair admist all the other furniture where men and women played their little foreplay games, until they decided to take their little scheme to a more private place, the firey red head with icey blue eyes only sat with a sailor next to her. He was a broad man built with extra beef, a scar over his left eye which had healed shut. Brown hair cropped and.messy just as the beard was, an intimidating look he held nonetheless. "C'mon Hannah!" His voice rasped like a toad, deep and scratchy. However Hannah didn't look at hm, she only sat legs crossed in the chair. Her attention seemed to be focused onto her nails, but in truth Hannah was listening. Listening and aware.
"Sorry Felix, but seein' as how your information was worth nothing... then you'll get nothing" She toyed with him unamused, a casual blow on her finger tips as if she had better things to do.
"Gods damn it woman!" Felix hit his hand on the table furiously, anger built up in his expression. However Hannah just sat there with a devious little grin, as she continued to play with him a little further. "I told ya ev'rythin' I know, now we had a deal!"
"Oh save it for the Kelp Beer would you," she adjusted herself in the chair, "its such a major turn off when you act like a baby."
"Petch it! Petch it and betch you! Inartan bitch!" He quickly rose up in anger to storm out the place, a victorious smile on her face as she went back to playing with her nails.
"That was so Syliran there." She mused with a giggle, eyes now onto a different man that walked in. "Curious," she mumbled, "He looks like he's lost.... or was until he found this place." She checked her tunic and straightened out a few wrinkles in the cloth, her thighs nearly exposed to any who looked down in that general area. Hannah wasn't one for modesty, why be ashamed of it when you looked so good?
"Hannah's words.", "Other's words."
