15th Day of Spring, 514 AV.
Once again, Stefan, the brothel musician, found himself running errands for the Velvet Curtain, though this time it was something simpler than the last time. The job was simple enough, though: just look for a shop called Red Diamond Fashions, and give a list to the owner, along with a bag full of gold mizas. However, then Stefan saw the list, he couldn’t help but feel glad for the lucky bastards who would enjoy the articles in the future, as it contained mostly attractive lingerine, dresses and underwear for the prostitutes. He couldn’t wait to see it himself, actually.
Why he was doing this, again? It had to do with the fact that Stefan could be easily convinced by the Madame Silka, and for her, he would jump the waterfall. It was something he always had: he was easy to persuade, and easier to seduce, though he didn’t mind the last one. Seduction was always a fun game to play, full of excitement, and if he was lucky or skilled enough, it could end in something quite pleasant. Sadly, he was better musician, and that’s why he played for the dancers and didn’t was a prostitute himself.
It took Stefan a full hour to find the place, but by the 17th Bell, he managed to get into the place. On the outside, the cottage was unassuming, but the inside, on the other hand, was another story. It was cosy, and the clothes on display were simply marvellous. Works of art, which Stefan liked, though he couldn’t help but wonder the price of them. He himself liked good looking clothes –especially leather, as he always had an odd fascination for it –, but never got a chance to truly use them, except for the times where the prostitutes borrowed some clothes to him.
Still, he couldn’t help but feel shame at his clothes: just a simple green cotton shirt, gray linen pants and a simple set of leather boots. Practical, yes, but simple. The young bard passed through the racks of fine clothing, and go towards the main desk, with the list and the bag full of mizas on his pocket.
“Afternoon...” he said, still fascinated by the clothing on display, but when he posed his eyes on the woman on the desk, a smile formed on his face “...Lovely day, isn’t it?”