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Octavia took a slow deep breath and sunk down onto the edge of the bathing pool in the center of the room, the lace of her dress pulled around her legs. How had she ended up here? House of Midnight.. it was an odd name for a brothel, wasn't it? Not that she'd much experience with such things. None.. in fact. Looking around the room for a moment, she took in the room. From her perch in the center, Octavia could see a bed shrouded in a gauze of red, plush pillows and blankets strewn across it. The floor was a rich wood, with what seemed to be Persian rugs place in a haphazard way. She stopped her exploring of the room with her eyes. How had she come to be here? The though echoed through her mind for a second time. Exhaling she closed her eyes trying to remember.
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A woman, the Madame of this brothel had approached her on a visit to a friend in the town over. She'd been a beautiful woman, Octavia recalled. Her blond hair had looked like spun gold, pinned away from her face, leaving the striking lines bare. She'd not been dressed int he way Octavia had imagined a Madame or a prostitute of a brothel might. She didn't judge women who made their living in such ways, but she had a definite image of them in her mind's eye. No, Madame Morel had been elegantly dressed as any noble woman.. It had been an air of something else around her that had draw Octavia like a moth to the flames. Confidence.. An air of refinement? Even now she had trouble placing her finger on it. Whatever it was, a small part of her wished to be Madame Morel.
She'd be kind, her laughter like her smile infectious. At first the talk had been about the herbs she carried. What she did for a living.. Before the Madame had told her what she did. Octavia smiled softly, recalling the way she'd blushed. Her line of work was not something she'd any experience in. The Madame seemed to pick up on that, and had been gentle as she'd probed. Why had she not lain with a man? Did she fancy the fairer sex? Stammering and blushing in the tavern where they say Octavia had tried to put into words that no man whom she'd fancied or who had fancied her, had caused that need, that urge. Looking towards a hazy window she'd admitted softly that she never expected to know the touch of a man. She had come to that conclusion more recently than not and had made peace. It wasn't lack of desire.. and Octavia had always wished for children, but some things.. were not meant to be. Madame Morel had reached out and touched her arm, her eyes full of concern. Did she wish to know the touch of a man? She admitted part of the reason she'd approached her was she fit the description loosely of what a client desired. Blushing yet again Octavia had declined, not wishing to become a whore. She'd said it softly without venom or hate and Madame Morel had laughed at her, though it also had not been unkind. A one time thing, she promised.. holding one hand up as Octavia had opened her mouth to protest. She described what the night could have to offer. Not some romp in the hay in a barn, where the man cared only for his pleasure. Finishing leaving her wanting and feeling dirty. The web of what could be was nearly spun around her until finally, Octavia had offered a small nod. They had talked more and at some length before she was left sitting alone in the tavern with her tea long cold before her.
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Slowly she opened her eyes and looked down into the water. What looked back wasn't her. Madame Morel herself had helped her get dressed for the evening. It was a masque event, the one she'd be participating in. A delicate leather mask rested against her cheeks. As she'd been handed it, the Madame had smiled. "The man I've paired you with will like your gentle nature.. Your innocence. What better way to show that than with a creature that echos that?" The Doe mask was made of fine leather and was expertly painted, the majority of the mask a warm orchard, the edges around the eyes a cream as well as the antlers that had been twined with small little forget-me-nots. One last line of cream ran down the middle of the mask to. As she started into the dark pool, only her eyes seemed familiar. Heavily lashed, the blue of her eyes was startling. Like looking into the sea, she'd been told by one man.. She'd never seen sea, so she had no choice but to accept the compliment. A deep almost crystalline blue that was darker along the edges before melting into bright sky blue. Tonight, her eyes had been lined with kohl, making them stand out further.
That was not the only make-up Madame had applied to her. No, much to her embarrassment the Madame had applied a shimmering dust to her whole body. Looking at one hand in the firelight, she could see it sparkle and shimmer in the dancing light. "It's meant to be a fantasy little doe" Madame had teased her when Octavia had asked. Her lips had been painted win a soft blushing pink color, deeper in the center of her mouth. Octavia had to admit, this she liked.. It emphasized the way her lips curled at the edges as if she had a secret to share, the fullness of her bottom lip.
The gown had been just as carefully picked for her. Demure in some ways, it showed very little, the lace dress was high necked but it hugged her body like a second skin along her torso, curving over her shoulders into nothingness. The back of the dress was completely open, stopping just shy of her rear. Sheer panels were spaced along the skirt showing flashes of her legs as she moved. She rose, glancing at her body in the pool for a moment. Blue eyes traced the curve of her breasts, down the slender intake of her waist before her hips flared out. Her eyes went back to the dress and Octavia found it made the best of her svelte form. Someone wanted her? Octavia had little faith in being desired in such away, too short, too curvy.. Shaking her head, the crimson wealth of hair swayed. She never pictured herself as someone's fantasy.
Octavia was pulled from her musing as she heard someone at the door. A small thrill of fear went through her followed by the anticipation of what she'd been told the night would be. Madame Morel promised that the man just on the other side of that door knew she was a virgin.. So that small fear was at the very least non existent. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she lifted her face, lips parted. Her voice was shy and husky as she spoke "Hello"
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"A pleasure to see you again David." She smiled and slipped her arm through his. "We are having a party tonight, a masque, to be exact." Leading him to a small changing room he'd find a set of clothing set out for him and a mask. "I've also found a rather unique young woman for you this evening, a true treat." She smiled, the look almost feline, her eyes shifting in the light. A powerful dragon, Madame Morel enjoyed building her horde through helping the supernatural of the world find their deepest darkest pleasures and sating them.. For a price of course. "A virgin nonetheless! Your sister.. She is a virgin is she not?" A brow lifted as she smile grew. "Either way dear boy," She petted his arm "She is the closest I could come to the real thing I'd say.. Not to toot my own horn, but I do believe I have out done myself this time"
Chuckling at her little joke she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Change and be sure to wear your mask like a good boy. She is in your normal room waiting, but try to not keep the little doe waiting... Least she flee"
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A woman, the Madame of this brothel had approached her on a visit to a friend in the town over. She'd been a beautiful woman, Octavia recalled. Her blond hair had looked like spun gold, pinned away from her face, leaving the striking lines bare. She'd not been dressed int he way Octavia had imagined a Madame or a prostitute of a brothel might. She didn't judge women who made their living in such ways, but she had a definite image of them in her mind's eye. No, Madame Morel had been elegantly dressed as any noble woman.. It had been an air of something else around her that had draw Octavia like a moth to the flames. Confidence.. An air of refinement? Even now she had trouble placing her finger on it. Whatever it was, a small part of her wished to be Madame Morel.
She'd be kind, her laughter like her smile infectious. At first the talk had been about the herbs she carried. What she did for a living.. Before the Madame had told her what she did. Octavia smiled softly, recalling the way she'd blushed. Her line of work was not something she'd any experience in. The Madame seemed to pick up on that, and had been gentle as she'd probed. Why had she not lain with a man? Did she fancy the fairer sex? Stammering and blushing in the tavern where they say Octavia had tried to put into words that no man whom she'd fancied or who had fancied her, had caused that need, that urge. Looking towards a hazy window she'd admitted softly that she never expected to know the touch of a man. She had come to that conclusion more recently than not and had made peace. It wasn't lack of desire.. and Octavia had always wished for children, but some things.. were not meant to be. Madame Morel had reached out and touched her arm, her eyes full of concern. Did she wish to know the touch of a man? She admitted part of the reason she'd approached her was she fit the description loosely of what a client desired. Blushing yet again Octavia had declined, not wishing to become a whore. She'd said it softly without venom or hate and Madame Morel had laughed at her, though it also had not been unkind. A one time thing, she promised.. holding one hand up as Octavia had opened her mouth to protest. She described what the night could have to offer. Not some romp in the hay in a barn, where the man cared only for his pleasure. Finishing leaving her wanting and feeling dirty. The web of what could be was nearly spun around her until finally, Octavia had offered a small nod. They had talked more and at some length before she was left sitting alone in the tavern with her tea long cold before her.
--
Slowly she opened her eyes and looked down into the water. What looked back wasn't her. Madame Morel herself had helped her get dressed for the evening. It was a masque event, the one she'd be participating in. A delicate leather mask rested against her cheeks. As she'd been handed it, the Madame had smiled. "The man I've paired you with will like your gentle nature.. Your innocence. What better way to show that than with a creature that echos that?" The Doe mask was made of fine leather and was expertly painted, the majority of the mask a warm orchard, the edges around the eyes a cream as well as the antlers that had been twined with small little forget-me-nots. One last line of cream ran down the middle of the mask to. As she started into the dark pool, only her eyes seemed familiar. Heavily lashed, the blue of her eyes was startling. Like looking into the sea, she'd been told by one man.. She'd never seen sea, so she had no choice but to accept the compliment. A deep almost crystalline blue that was darker along the edges before melting into bright sky blue. Tonight, her eyes had been lined with kohl, making them stand out further.
That was not the only make-up Madame had applied to her. No, much to her embarrassment the Madame had applied a shimmering dust to her whole body. Looking at one hand in the firelight, she could see it sparkle and shimmer in the dancing light. "It's meant to be a fantasy little doe" Madame had teased her when Octavia had asked. Her lips had been painted win a soft blushing pink color, deeper in the center of her mouth. Octavia had to admit, this she liked.. It emphasized the way her lips curled at the edges as if she had a secret to share, the fullness of her bottom lip.
The gown had been just as carefully picked for her. Demure in some ways, it showed very little, the lace dress was high necked but it hugged her body like a second skin along her torso, curving over her shoulders into nothingness. The back of the dress was completely open, stopping just shy of her rear. Sheer panels were spaced along the skirt showing flashes of her legs as she moved. She rose, glancing at her body in the pool for a moment. Blue eyes traced the curve of her breasts, down the slender intake of her waist before her hips flared out. Her eyes went back to the dress and Octavia found it made the best of her svelte form. Someone wanted her? Octavia had little faith in being desired in such away, too short, too curvy.. Shaking her head, the crimson wealth of hair swayed. She never pictured herself as someone's fantasy.
Octavia was pulled from her musing as she heard someone at the door. A small thrill of fear went through her followed by the anticipation of what she'd been told the night would be. Madame Morel promised that the man just on the other side of that door knew she was a virgin.. So that small fear was at the very least non existent. Butterflies danced in her stomach as she lifted her face, lips parted. Her voice was shy and husky as she spoke "Hello"
-------
"A pleasure to see you again David." She smiled and slipped her arm through his. "We are having a party tonight, a masque, to be exact." Leading him to a small changing room he'd find a set of clothing set out for him and a mask. "I've also found a rather unique young woman for you this evening, a true treat." She smiled, the look almost feline, her eyes shifting in the light. A powerful dragon, Madame Morel enjoyed building her horde through helping the supernatural of the world find their deepest darkest pleasures and sating them.. For a price of course. "A virgin nonetheless! Your sister.. She is a virgin is she not?" A brow lifted as she smile grew. "Either way dear boy," She petted his arm "She is the closest I could come to the real thing I'd say.. Not to toot my own horn, but I do believe I have out done myself this time"
Chuckling at her little joke she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Change and be sure to wear your mask like a good boy. She is in your normal room waiting, but try to not keep the little doe waiting... Least she flee"