35 Spring 501 AV
From where she sat, the people below seemed to be nothing more than a river. Ebbing, flowing. Bubbling -- sometimes in boisterous laughter, other times with momentary fits of anger. The window was small, but Siobhan could see orange fingers painting the sky just above, red tones stretching further with every passing chime. The sun would be setting behind her, out of sight from here.
"Getting dark."
The voice was soft, relaxed. A purr. A simple sound, but it brought a small grin to Siobhan's lips. She spun to face the speaker, cocking an eyebrow in lighthearted spirit and leaning back on the windowsill. "What, you trying to tell me to get lost?"
The other person was a girl a few years older than Siobhan was herself, and infinitely more beautiful to her eyes. Helena. The two had been friends for years; not attached at the hip, but close enough. Siobhan greatly admired the older girl in the same way that she might have looked up to an older sister, though she imagined that sisters rarely played strip-Blush in the same room.
That wasn't what they were doing now, of course. No, they were just relaxing. A night in. They'd spent the greater part of the evening talking about nothing in particular -- people, clothes, events -- though the last half-bell or so had been spent in the kind of comfortable silence that can only be shared between good friends.
Helena gave a short huff of amusement from where she lounged on the bed, a thin leather-bound book obscuring half of her mouth. "Just sayin', girlie. I mean, it's tonight, right? You ought to be getting ready."
"What's tonight?" Siobhan ambled over to the bed as well, arms swinging lazily and playfully in a kind of unconscious dance.
"You start work?"
There was a hesitation, a slightly addled look crossing the younger girl's face before she exhaled a short "Oh." The grin did not fall, but cracked for a moment, the playful light dimming for only a tick. But it was only a tick, and she turned, falling backwards onto the bed with a whooph before answering, her body laying perpendicular to the other girl's. "No, I've still got a few days. Madame said I should try to get a bit of... uh, practice in before my big debut or whatever."
Siobhan stretched her arms into the air in front of and above body from where she lay, fingers tracing absentminded patterns onto her exposed forearm, her mind travelling back to the brothel where she'd had her meeting with said Madame. The interaction had left her feeling... hollow? Was that the right word? Yes, she certainly felt as though it were. She'd left he meeting with a pit in her stomach and a sinking feeling. A kind of trepidation. And fear, perhaps? Siobhan didn't know her own emotions well enough to tell. Still, Madame had been pleased with the girl despite her lack of real experience. Siobhan was pretty enough, and that was all that really mattered in the business. Sex appeal.
Siobhan pursed her lips. Practice. As soon as she had mentioned it, she knew that Helena would try to get involved. As dismayed as Siobhan was at the thought of discussing her potential whoring abilities, a part of her was oddly and inexplicably eager. Helena's own abilities were impressive, she'd heard, though it came as no real surprise.
Still, she didn't feel like discussing it quite yet.
