57 Summer, 515 AV
With a head turn and a soft closing of the eyes, just enough to peep out from under her lashes, Fire inspected the makeup applied. One of the other girls helped her with the black liner so that the lines were more crisp and clean. The golden and beige powders on her lids she did herself and it had actually turned out pretty decent. Her reflection shone back on her from the wall, it was one of the few times that she actually got to see what she looked like, other than using the reflection off water.
A smoothing of the short damask dress, black slippers were slid on dainty feet. Roaming the back rooms, her steps were unheard against the plush rug on the floor. Pacing was quickly becoming a bad habit of hers when she was indoors for too long without a task. Her last client was of an unusual sort. A stout man with a rotund belly, hair that had started to thin on top and was combed over to hide the shiny skin. He'd given her a decent tip and the job hadn’t been that difficult.
What had his name been? Alfred? Allen? She needed to remember incase he ever came back again. A slim finger tapped against pink lips, eyes cast toward the ceiling in thought. She was pretty sure it had been Alfred. He paid to have her feed him, keep his glass full and quench his thirst. Although she was asked to be in the nude while doing so, it hadn’t been that unpleasant. Maybe he just enjoyed a nice show with his dinner? Who knows.
After the dinner for Alfred, Firenze had gone to the backrooms and refreshed her makeup and washed up, spritzing some of the scented water on that she’d bought in Sunberth. It had a faint smell of powder and flowers and when mingled with her own scent she thought it was quite pleasant. Not too overpowering and not so soft that it wasn’t noticeable.
One of the girls, a redhead with soft pale skin, round in all the places that Firenze wished she had more of, walked by with a silk robe on, her hair was piled on top of her head. “Hey Fire. Not too busy?” She walked over to the mirror that Firenze had just been at and started inspecting her face. “Not right now, no…” A heavy sigh and a glance out the window told her she still had quite a bit of time left before she would call it a day. Eyes turned down to her legs tucked up on the couch, fingers picking gently at the lace on the bottom of her dress.
“Well..” a finger lifted up lashes and then pinched cheeks to make them rosy,”I’ve got a guy waiting, but I’m not finished with this last client…” a turn of the head to the side, Firenze watched the woman fiddle with her looks. “This one I had to even take a break from he just doesn’t want to stop,” a giggle escaped her lips, “If you want the other client you can, I don’t know when I’ll be done.”
She turned with a bit of a flare, a hip cocked to one side, the robe tied tightly at the waist. Fire watched her start to walk back toward the door and to the front of the building. “Hey, wait!” Calling out, she hopped up from the couch she’d been lounging on, “What room is he in?” The redhead turned her head and called over her shoulder, “First hall, third door on the right.”
Golden eyes watched the hips wiggle their way back to work. Smoothing her dress, a check one last time in the mirror, Fire made her way out of the back rooms. Searching for the first hall was easy enough, a count of the doors… one… two… three. A soft inhale, one last check and she knocked softly on the door, waiting for the client to call for her.
With a head turn and a soft closing of the eyes, just enough to peep out from under her lashes, Fire inspected the makeup applied. One of the other girls helped her with the black liner so that the lines were more crisp and clean. The golden and beige powders on her lids she did herself and it had actually turned out pretty decent. Her reflection shone back on her from the wall, it was one of the few times that she actually got to see what she looked like, other than using the reflection off water.
A smoothing of the short damask dress, black slippers were slid on dainty feet. Roaming the back rooms, her steps were unheard against the plush rug on the floor. Pacing was quickly becoming a bad habit of hers when she was indoors for too long without a task. Her last client was of an unusual sort. A stout man with a rotund belly, hair that had started to thin on top and was combed over to hide the shiny skin. He'd given her a decent tip and the job hadn’t been that difficult.
What had his name been? Alfred? Allen? She needed to remember incase he ever came back again. A slim finger tapped against pink lips, eyes cast toward the ceiling in thought. She was pretty sure it had been Alfred. He paid to have her feed him, keep his glass full and quench his thirst. Although she was asked to be in the nude while doing so, it hadn’t been that unpleasant. Maybe he just enjoyed a nice show with his dinner? Who knows.
After the dinner for Alfred, Firenze had gone to the backrooms and refreshed her makeup and washed up, spritzing some of the scented water on that she’d bought in Sunberth. It had a faint smell of powder and flowers and when mingled with her own scent she thought it was quite pleasant. Not too overpowering and not so soft that it wasn’t noticeable.
One of the girls, a redhead with soft pale skin, round in all the places that Firenze wished she had more of, walked by with a silk robe on, her hair was piled on top of her head. “Hey Fire. Not too busy?” She walked over to the mirror that Firenze had just been at and started inspecting her face. “Not right now, no…” A heavy sigh and a glance out the window told her she still had quite a bit of time left before she would call it a day. Eyes turned down to her legs tucked up on the couch, fingers picking gently at the lace on the bottom of her dress.
“Well..” a finger lifted up lashes and then pinched cheeks to make them rosy,”I’ve got a guy waiting, but I’m not finished with this last client…” a turn of the head to the side, Firenze watched the woman fiddle with her looks. “This one I had to even take a break from he just doesn’t want to stop,” a giggle escaped her lips, “If you want the other client you can, I don’t know when I’ll be done.”
She turned with a bit of a flare, a hip cocked to one side, the robe tied tightly at the waist. Fire watched her start to walk back toward the door and to the front of the building. “Hey, wait!” Calling out, she hopped up from the couch she’d been lounging on, “What room is he in?” The redhead turned her head and called over her shoulder, “First hall, third door on the right.”
Golden eyes watched the hips wiggle their way back to work. Smoothing her dress, a check one last time in the mirror, Fire made her way out of the back rooms. Searching for the first hall was easy enough, a count of the doors… one… two… three. A soft inhale, one last check and she knocked softly on the door, waiting for the client to call for her.
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