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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 8, 2016 16:47:04 GMT -5
"I have my lover, I like...music...um..." She couldn't think of anything else a peasant woman would like. She was fairly sure that washerwomen didn't get to ride horses or shoot arrows. And sailing was out of the question too. "Why so many question?""
She was beginning to be worried by his interest in her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 8, 2016 16:49:59 GMT -5
"I study flowers," he said casually. "What sort of music? Fast or slow?" He asked. "Perhaps the song of swords is too loud and cacophonous for your liking. I shall take you to our private music hall," he declared and rose. "Come on, Rose." He took her hand and went to lead her farther away, to the far side of the chamber she'd entered. Michael and the pretty foreigner smile and wave. "Also, would you like some new clothes? The music hall is much different from the dice hall."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 8, 2016 16:53:30 GMT -5
She shook her head. "My lover gave these to me. He won't be pleased if I lose them. Bdsides, I don't know you. I can't just let you give me things. As for your question, I like all kinds of music. I like dancing too."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 8, 2016 16:55:56 GMT -5
"Perfect!" He said, "Dancing is what we shall do." He skipped to the door and opened it for her. A hallway awaits, this one with several people going up and down it to various rooms. Leona hears sighs of pleasure coming from some. "Come on, then!" He said excitedly. "We have the finest musicians from Myr here. Absolute wonders." Leona feels the pretty girl behind her, passively blocking her exit.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 8, 2016 16:59:27 GMT -5
She followed him, a little hesitant, before a horrible thought occured to her at the sounds she could hear. "This isn't a brothel, is it?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 8, 2016 17:42:30 GMT -5
"Of course not!" He said with a laugh. "These tunnels predate us. We have let the homeless stay here in exchange for their silence on other activities." He took her hand. "We are much more charitable than those in towers of emeralds and silver." Leona sees a thin trail of smoke coming from a room. It smells like fine incense, only stronger. Sandor opens the door at the end of the tunnel and They climb a narrow set of stairs. The foreign girl who Leona hasn't asked the name of quietly follows. "Up here," the handsome ma. Said as he took her up four flights of stairs, to a hallway with four doors that are all on the left side of the hall. He approaches the second and opens it then let's the two girls in and closes it. "Contessa, my dear, fetch us more blood orange and bubbly," he said, as the sounds of music come from below.
The room is about ten paces wide and five deep, and a small balcony for two has a divan he goes to sit on. He waves her to sit next to him; the alternative is a lushly furnished bed more expensive than the noble woman's own. "My room," he said happily, explain g the two dressers that complete the furnishing. "I love music so much I sleep to its sounds every night!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 9, 2016 9:41:09 GMT -5
"I could never sleep to music," Leona admitted. "But I love listening to it when I'm awake." She looked the room over with curious eyes. "So why are we in a bedchamber? I thought we were at a party."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2016 9:44:32 GMT -5
"We are," he said, "look out here," he waves to the musicians playing. The room is richly decorated. "I said we could have music and dancing." He offered a hand. "Shall we?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 9, 2016 10:03:59 GMT -5
"As you wish." She took his hand and waited for him to lead the dance.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2016 10:07:24 GMT -5
The young man is exceptionally graceful and leads her without effort through the song. He leads in close to her and his hands slide down her sides. His left hand gently grazes her breast on its descent and his right hand holds her hip. "You don't have a laundress's hands," he whispered into her ear, "and this is a dance I didn't think a laundress would know."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 9, 2016 10:51:16 GMT -5
She pulled back from him in horrified shock. "Who are you?" She demanded, forgetting to be humble.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2016 11:49:52 GMT -5
The man looks faintly amused. "I'm Sandor," he said. "I'm a scion of the Midnight Sun cartel." He looked faintly amused and a touch confused. "I assume you're working for the Sambre group from Lannisport or...maybe those bedeviled Order worms from Sothoryos." A twist of his hand and her dagger is free. "Or," he offered in a placating tone, "you're a bored young noblewoman who wanted to see what it means to live under the shadows of the walls you grew up with."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 9, 2016 12:15:55 GMT -5
Leona didn't know what a cartel was and had no illusions about her ability to pretend she did. That would surely lead to more trouble than it was worth. Fear shot through her as he took her dagger.
"You're right," she said. "I'm highborn. But..." She decided to take a risk. "I was born on the wrong side of the blanket."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 9, 2016 12:43:25 GMT -5
"No difference to me," he said, looking her blade over. He looked at her top, which had a few buttons at the top loose. "But..." He walked behind her and inspected her head to toe. "Who is your lover then? Our rivals always send people after us. You wouldn't be the first bastard born spy sent to our gaming halls to inspect our vulnerabilities." His hands went over her to inspect for any more weapons. "Please, then, have another drink. You've just become ever so much more fascinating to me."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 9, 2016 14:09:24 GMT -5
"I'm not a spy," she insisted. "I'm just here to try new things, that's all."
She longed to do up her shirt but dared not take the risk quite yet.
"I'll have another drink then I had better be going."
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