Post by Talia on Dec 9, 2008 1:25:06 GMT -5
((OOC: This thread is also acting as an opening for potential workers/applicants. If you would like your character to reside at the Exotic Enchantress, approach Ardinn in this thread and she'll give you the once over. XD Don't be terribly offended if she does not choose you to work at her brothel. She tends to pick women with particular... abnormalities and bizarre heritages. If you impress her though you might be surprised. 
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Ardinn did regard her profession with a certain amount of... disdain. Not that she found the people or the work unsuitable, but rather she had initially been brought up with a marked set of morals and values that were constantly coming into conflict with her "line of work". She should have abandoned those values a long time ago, but she found that despite the fact that she hated the man that instilled them in her she desperately clung to them as they were the only reminder of who she once considered family. Despite the fact that she was sold out to a tyrant of a king, selling her body and other women to the general public, despite the fact that her father no longer talked to her and barely seemed phased by her mother's death... he was all that she had. And she couldn't let that go, no matter how hard she tried.
She was good at what she did, and only the experienced would be able to tell that it was completely out of character for her. She didn't broadcast her bitterness to the rest of the world. Rather, she quietly and privately nursed her own wounds and put on a brave and solid-yet quiet- front. It was more of a survival game for Ardinn than anything. She had become particularly good at acting over the past few years. When Assur had installed her here at the brothel she had initially shied away from everyone. Her doe-eyed appearance and exotic parentage had made her much sought after, and she quickly realized that she had nothing to gain by being docile and frightened and everything to gain by climbing quickly up the ladder. Now, her days of being a child were over.
She sighed, the sound breaking through her brief reminisce. Fine waves of gently curled locks brushed lightly at her cheeks. She could feel the caramel tendrils tickle her lower back and exposed skin as she stood. She could hear movement below, mingled with sharp sighs and lingering moans. Her loft stood apart from the rest of the rooms, although she could still easily hear the noises and activity below. Typically, Ardinn reserved herself for high paying clientelle so she kept herself apart from business, with the exception of a couple... she was completely at the mercy of two men in her life.
She shook her head, ridding herself of the image. She really needed to learn to separate her business life from her personal life better, at least internally. She rustled her wings in agitation, and paced quickly to the landing. She took a few moments to collect herself before ascending the stairs in a fluid, graceful motion. Customers and potential employees were always flitting in and out of the establishment, and for appearance's sake she had to always be at her best when leaving the confines of her private quarters. She was hoping that today would prove to be more eventful than yesterday, at the very least...
))Ardinn did regard her profession with a certain amount of... disdain. Not that she found the people or the work unsuitable, but rather she had initially been brought up with a marked set of morals and values that were constantly coming into conflict with her "line of work". She should have abandoned those values a long time ago, but she found that despite the fact that she hated the man that instilled them in her she desperately clung to them as they were the only reminder of who she once considered family. Despite the fact that she was sold out to a tyrant of a king, selling her body and other women to the general public, despite the fact that her father no longer talked to her and barely seemed phased by her mother's death... he was all that she had. And she couldn't let that go, no matter how hard she tried.
She was good at what she did, and only the experienced would be able to tell that it was completely out of character for her. She didn't broadcast her bitterness to the rest of the world. Rather, she quietly and privately nursed her own wounds and put on a brave and solid-yet quiet- front. It was more of a survival game for Ardinn than anything. She had become particularly good at acting over the past few years. When Assur had installed her here at the brothel she had initially shied away from everyone. Her doe-eyed appearance and exotic parentage had made her much sought after, and she quickly realized that she had nothing to gain by being docile and frightened and everything to gain by climbing quickly up the ladder. Now, her days of being a child were over.
She sighed, the sound breaking through her brief reminisce. Fine waves of gently curled locks brushed lightly at her cheeks. She could feel the caramel tendrils tickle her lower back and exposed skin as she stood. She could hear movement below, mingled with sharp sighs and lingering moans. Her loft stood apart from the rest of the rooms, although she could still easily hear the noises and activity below. Typically, Ardinn reserved herself for high paying clientelle so she kept herself apart from business, with the exception of a couple... she was completely at the mercy of two men in her life.
She shook her head, ridding herself of the image. She really needed to learn to separate her business life from her personal life better, at least internally. She rustled her wings in agitation, and paced quickly to the landing. She took a few moments to collect herself before ascending the stairs in a fluid, graceful motion. Customers and potential employees were always flitting in and out of the establishment, and for appearance's sake she had to always be at her best when leaving the confines of her private quarters. She was hoping that today would prove to be more eventful than yesterday, at the very least...