Getting Under Your Skin (Arundhati)

[Aislin]

Summer 10, 512 AV Raven colored hair cascaded down a length of exposed skin, a paling white to contrast the bold reds born. Strands filtered in and out of the folds; caught behind black ribbons pulled tight to cinch a waist. Aislin could feel a slight tug each time she shifted, cast her gaze to the subtle sweep of the purple curtain that led upstairs, into the brothel's service rooms. A place she would much rather be. But instead, her eyes were forced to dance over each potential patron with general disinterest. A hint of disdain. Many were eyeing her too. She supposed the lacy strips of fabric which danced up her legs and circled about her middle like an angry serpent were enough to entice them. Perhaps make a few men rise; but still, none seemed to take enough interest to approach her. Offering themselves for the night. She wondered if too much had been lain bear, and the mark was pressing high. Rhysol's blood stain rippling like the waves of the sea just above the upper cut. Three unruly blackened rays strangled by fabric and hair; fighting to do more than simply peek. To burst with an eclipse's darkened light. Her eyes glimmered with the thought, as though catching what had been lost. Keeping it captive in the dark coals buried beneath two alluring seas. Aislin's right pointer circled the lower rim. The bottom of a wine glass left long behind. It had been resting before her for ages now; atop the bar, the remnants it still held never draining. A part of her supposed she should have been the one to nurse it. Ease it of its burden- a few drops of a glimmering golden liquid, which smelled faintly of citrus and alcohol. But she knew she deserved not a single drop. Even so, her fingers lazily circled the stem, lifting the glass at times and swirling the contents, allowing invisible vapors to rise. Tendrils of the soft scent which seemed intimately divine. It served to calm her nerves, in that her inability to attract filled her with unease. But still the night was young enough, despite the moon having long risen; for a brothel. Having put down the glass again, Aislin returned to her finger's circling. Her eyes grazing over the night's crop; the herd of cattle her kind had brought in. It seemed small, but still she knew she would not go to bed empty handed. Her man or woman would come, if only she lay in wait. Her feet, laden with high heeled sandals with a simple black strap strewn across her toes, and around her ankles to keep it in place, clicked against the marble floor as she tapped away her impatience. Knowing how to bide her time never being one of her many virtues. Her lips parted into a delicate pout, exposing two pearly white teeth. The two that hung from the top of her mouth. "Keep, would you take this?" she asked the man behind the counter. "It will not warm anyone's belly this night," she added as he came over and rid it of her fingertips, which seemed to cling in a soft brush to the underbelly of the stamen. A rose being offered to a far more worthy lover. After the petals had been dyed another color; and the leaves torn away. The thorns filed into sizeable claws. When Aislin had watched him pass, she let out a delicate sigh before pressing her lips more tightly together. But not so much as to seem stiff. Someone will come, she told herself as her left hand settled on her lap for but a heartbeat before it began circling. Building up a slight heat on the surface of her skin, while the other rested casually against the edge of the bar. You just have to wait your turn...

[Arundhati]

The House of Immortal Pleasures. She'd been here before. Not very often, but when she did visit, she made it worth her while. Arundhati didn't have a preference for male or female; whoever caught her eye could do. It was usually always 2 gold-rimmed mizas well spent, and today, her eye spotted a light-skinned girl with dark hair cascading down her back. Her own, rather short hair was usually an oddity, and it turned away suitors. Not that she'd ever liked any of them.

She strode up to the girl. She was taller by mere inches, a favor from horse blood. Her arm reached out to the girl and touched her hand lightly, alerting her of her presence. She spoke.

"Hello, dear."

OOCSorry for a short post, but it works to get this thread rolling.

[Aislin]

A new set of heels clattered against the floor. Aislin could tell it wasn't one of the other whores from the uneven gait; far too much weight poured onto the right foot, as opposed to dipping all of it into the balls of one's foot, so as to glide as opposed to waddle and produce cacophonous tone. Syna's tidings leapt into her iced gaze as rose petals parted into narrow slit, a delicate smirk as a shadow crept across her visage. As the sound grew louder and then stilled, the prostitute was alerted to the Kelvic's presence but a few ticks before her arm came forward. Slender limb crawling over flesh, so that pale fingers could dig lightly into the back of her knuckles. As though the stranger were but a child beseeching a mother's attention. Inwardly, Aislin could feel her heart skip a beat as her gaze swept over pale skin. What did we say? she asked herself as the fingers flattened, allowing their bodies to brush. It was only a matter of time. Aislin could feel a soft, tingling sensation crawling up the length of her arm as her swan's neck twisted. Her raven colored locks coiling around her neck as though it were a snake, slithering up the side of her shoulder. Her bright blue eyes lifted, her lashes fanning as though they were a pair of wings. "Hello," Aislin whispered as she came to her feet. With her shoes, the two woman were about the same height, although the Kelvic graced her by a few inches. Aislin turned her hand, allowing the palm to press against the Kelvic's. She held it a moment, before gently pushing it up the length of the girl's arm and onto her shoulder, where it circled the supple curve of ivory bone like an eagle would over an earthen bed, after having spotted its prey. Her blue eyes fell onto those much darker as her free hand came forward. Palm pressing into Arundhati's hip, before climbing onto her remaining shoulder, where it began to mirror the actions of its partner. "Have you come seeking but a moment's release?" she asked. "A time doused in only pleasure?" she wore on as her tongue slipped past her lips, where it trailed around the supple curve suggestively as her hands began to sink. Following the slope of the Kelvic's back to her rear, where she offered a soft squeeze before bringing her hands back up a few inches. Allowing them to rest for a time as she pulled herself closer. So that their lips dangled but a few inches apart. So that she could feel a sense of heat rising between their bodies, hear each of their hearts beating. Aislin held the position a moment, before leaning forward. Extending her tongue towards the Kelvic's neck. A neon green vein which pulsed between a bed of skin; the curvature in the neck where muscles and skin pulled taut. A tick later, budding pink trailed up the undulating curve towards the ear, where it circled the lobe hungrily before catching it a moment, sucking softly before releasing as her right hand came back up. Falling into the woman's unruly, yet surprisingly soft, deep red hair. She held Arundhati close now, allowing their bodies to press tightly against one another as her breath trickled over a thin sheet of saliva. "You came to the right place. Pleasure can be found here," she whispered, as her fingers scrunched. Running through the hair casually as her left hand dropped, onto the lower thigh, where it offered another slight squeeze as Aislin's lips came away. Her eyes melting as they caught the light of smoldering candles. Her djed releasing so that it could offer a single sense of emotion as she fell away just enough to look into the Kelvic's eyes: lust. There was a pause as Aislin's hands circled the Kelvic's body, and then naturally fell away, at which point, she filled her with another emotion: a sense of longing. "Care to spend the night stranger?" the hypnotist whispered as seductively as she could manage, as her hands returned to her sides. "It won't cost you much," she added as a mischievous smile crossed her lips. She was awaiting a reply. One she was certain she could get, considering how her magic prodded. Submit. Give in to base emotion. You know you wish to spend the night. To have a good time... And with Aislin in your bed, you will. OOCIt's alright. And meh, this isn't even remotely sexy. At least, I can still get away with it, considering how my pc is a novice in the art of seduction.

[Verilian]

Aislin +1 Seduction +1 Hypnotism Lores: n/a Arundhati n/a You Question My Logic? : So there wasn't really much to reward here, but if you have questions, feel free to ask. Notes: Well, not much to say, thread was abandoned before it could get going. Oh well, keep up the good work! Notice As per the request of the Founders, threads cannot be graded unless your CS is up to date. This means you need to add threads to your thread list when you make new threads, keep your skills up to date, ledger, living expenses, ect. If you aren't up to date, you'll get a PM from me before i grade your thread. If you are up to date, disregard this notice.