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Post by Ciaran O'Malley on Dec 28, 2021 3:26:28 GMT
CIARAN STANDS UNCOMFORTABLY in the Ladies of May. He crosses his arms and then uncrosses them. It's clear something's off with him today. He's here for a lay, that much is obvious, but he's not looking at the other women. He spots Isabel and approaches her, clearing his throat. "I -- er -- " And it feels like his tongue is tied. He feels vulnerable. Why is he so vulnerable? There's no point to this. This is stupid. But he feels like maybe -- maybe -- she could understand him. So, he leans in close. "How much for the head mistress tonight?" He asks lowly, trying his best to seem in control... but he is very out of control right now. He looks at her, his dark blue eyes looking almost. . . innocent. He needs the care tonight. He needs. . . something. But he won't talk about it in front of everyone else. Tagging: Isabel Mayfield
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New Member
Lower Class
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Courtesan/Madame
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Fox
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She/Her
Tag me @isabel
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Post by Isabel Mayfield on Dec 30, 2021 22:31:02 GMT
Isabel watched over the patrons, her fingers tapping against the wooden bannister as she looked down upon them. It was just another night but that didn't mean she stopped looking for trouble. Things could turn bad in a moment and Isabel knew that more than anyone. Fortunately, she'd had pretty decent luck with things like that since opening Ladies of May but she knew better than to let her guard down. Her eyes continued to dance across the faces, the majority of them familiar, until she landed on one very familiar.
Her and Ciaran O'Malley had never gotten along and truthfully, she didn't know why. She sensed he held a distaste for her but she'd never bothered to get to the bottom of it. Descending the stairs, Isabel hovered until he spotted her and approached. Something was certainly strange and she felt herself surprised by his question. Isabel was very particular with the clients she took these days but she found herself unable to say no to Ciaran in that moment. "Come," she said, reaching down and grabbing his hand. Isabel pulled him through the other patrons and back up the stairs, towards the room she reserved for herself. Isabel pulled Ciaran inside and closed the door behind her, leaning against it. "Are you truly seeking company or is there something else? I'm quite surprised that you would request to spend an evening with me of all people."
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