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    Nadir-Natesse

    Proprietor of Thy Lady and Lord
    Warning 18+ content.
    If you are not at least 18 you should not continue to view or post to this thread.
    You have been warned.

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    Riften, a city of deep secrets. From the wily vendors of the streets above, to the notorious Thieves’ Guild in the sewers below, every nook and cranny houses a dirty, dark enigma just waiting to be found. Sometimes the reward is great, and sometimes it is a thing one will rue until the day they die. From the very moment you enter the gates, your senses are overwhelmed with so many sensations: the rank smell of sitting water, moldy and stale, the sound gruff arguing around a corner, the feel of hot, moist air against the flesh threatening to smother your breath away… Everything screams “leave this place” but something takes a hold on you. You can’t leave. You’re drawn into the throng, a curious pull on your soul leading you into the shadowy heart of the city, the rowdiness in the air singing to you, seducing you…but wait! Something catches your eye as you pass by a set of rickety, rotting wooden stairs. Below, a dim lantern swings lazing from a taunt string, casting brief pools of light onto the sign hanging from its post; something is etched intricately into the light, soft wooden board but from where you’re standing, it’s hard to tell.

    Looking around, you make the decision to investigate, ignoring the idea that danger lurks around every turn and each move you make has the potential to be your last. Taking ginger steps down the wooden staircase, you descend into the shadows, glancing nervously around lest trouble take a turned-back opportunity to spring. Riften, a city of merciless trickery. From down here, it seems the noises from above have been smothered under the smog of indecency and as you approach the sign, you can now make out the lettering: “Thy Lady and Lord”.

    Looking from the sign to the door, you now hear new sounds…lewd sounds. The groans of men and moans of women float from beneath the door and through the dark windows above. Betwixt that, the soft sounds of a bard playing the lute fought for attention…it was losing. What was this place? Your own sense of morals and civility were having a heated battle with your much larger sense of curiosity and primal interest. In your heart, you knew what this place was, and you wanted in. On the other hand, you didn’t want to believe it. It’s just an inn, you say, trying to convince yourself. It’s perfectly acceptable to go in. You paused briefly, then put a hand on the door, and shove it open. Riften, a city of dark seduction.

    Welcome to Thy Lady and Lord.


    RULES/GUIDELINES:
    In addition to the general rules and etiquette of free-form roleplay, please be aware of the following:
    • This is an 18+ RP thread. This means that there is a chance you will come across adult themes such as graphic sex and/or violence, strong language (anything that one would not say in polite company), or mature concepts (the discussion of in-game war, politics, and/or racism, homosexual relationships, ect).

    • Although this is 18+, rudeness and/or insensitivity will not be tolerated. There is a fine line between your character being a jackass, and YOU being a jackass. Try to avoid getting into large discussions/debates about sensitive subjects that pertain to the real world (again: war, politics, racism, homosexuality, ect). Those conversations can ruin real world fun, so imagine what it would be like in a RP.

    • God-modding and/or power-gaming is not acceptable (YMMV. If you are okay with a little third-party character direction that is fine but speak up if you feel it’s getting out of hand). I am sure everyone here knows what those terms are, and this rule may be derp-worthy, but still. Better safe than irritated.

    • No meta-gaming. This means that even if you, the player, know something about another character (be it a conversation they've had with someone else, their backstory, their thoughts, etc.), it does not mean your character knows that. Your character only knows something if they're told something, given hints or clues by another character, or is actually present for a conversation or event.

    • If you have a character card, feel free to post a link to it in your introduction post. If the link is already in your signature, that will work instead.

    • For this RP, feel free to create and play NPC girls as you see fit (treat them as you would an NPC bartender or tavern maid). This is a brothel, there should be lots of women and I can’t make them all.

    • HAVE FUN!
    STAFF:
    Natesse – Madame
    Rythe Syndelius – Bartender/Bouncer

    (You can apply for a permanent staff or escort position. PM me if interested!)
     

    Nadir-Natesse

    Proprietor of Thy Lady and Lord
    Natesse was flustered. It was damn near 11pm and there was hardly a soul in her brothel, save for the two drunken Imperials in the corner who had drank all night without paying for a single room or girl. Drinking was perfectly fine and Natesse welcomed it, but the prices on her beverages were so competitively low because most of the brothel’s income came from the “services” it offered. The girls who had taken up positions next to the drunks (reluctantly, and on Natesse’s orders) looked incredibly bored and annoyed. Lyra, a stunning Nord woman of just nineteen was trying not to let her annoyance show, but the other, Daneb, an equally stunning but less contained Redgaurd woman of twenty-four, finally groaned in annoyance and shoved the slobbering man off her, storming off in a huff and leaving Lyra alone and looking quite scared. Natesse had approached her, fanning her hands.

    “Daneb! On Nirn’s green ground, what do you think you’re doing?!”

    The woman’s hands flew to her hips and she jerked her head at the two men, who had quickly set on blabbering incoherently to Lyra.

    “Nai, I am NOT going to put myself through anymore of that. I am going back to my table and wait for some real patrons to get here!”

    She tossed her deep brown hair and stalked off before Natesse could say another word. Normally, she would have turned the girl’s behind right around and reminded her who ran this house, but given that the two men had not set down any gold for a room, and it was getting late, she allowed it. Besides, Lyra was looking very uncomfortable all alone and Natesse supposed she needed rescuing. Sighing, she looked at the girl and gave a curt nod, excusing her from her duties. After spending the last hour fighting off drunken kisses and trying to dechiper the mush spewing from these men’s mouths, Lyra wasn’t the least bit disappointed when she saw Natesse give her the signal to excuse herself from their company. She stood and brushed off her dress.

    “Well gentlemen, I must excuse myself for the evening. I have so enjoyed your company. If you’re ever in town and feel a little lonely, look me up.”

    She gave him a sultry wink, but in the inside, she was retching; they were both loud, obnoxious, and they smelled bad, and if that was the case with their clothes on, god’s forbid she found out was it was like with them off. She made to walk away, but one of them grabbed her roughly by the arm, pulling her back.

    “Hey now, baby…We ain’t ready to let your sweet ass go…sssit back d-down, willya?”

    Frowning, Lyra pulled on her arm, and protested, but they wouldn’t let her go. Seeing this, Natesse decided it was time to step in. tossing her waist-length strawberry hair behind her, she strode over to the group with purpose, her eyes flashing, and her head high.

    “EXCUSE ME. I believe the lady said she was excusing herself. You’d do well to let her go.”

    The two looked up at her stupidly for a moment, then began laughing. Natesse raised a brow. So it was going to be like that, then.

    “Hahahaha! Listen to that, Liam! Woman thinks she can tell US what to do!”

    They both shared a hearty laugh, all the while holding tight to Lyra, who was looking more and more scared as the situation worsened. The poor girl was still young, still not used to this business. Natesse often felt sorry for her. Tapping her foot, she rubbed her temples, and shook her head; she hated men like this.

    “I am the owner of this brothel, and for all intents and purposes, the woman you are man-handling is mine. You do her any harm, and it’s no longer a matter of civility, and Rythe will have to deal with you…”

    Taking his cue, a tall, shadow approached, and when he stepped into the light, his sharp, beautiful features came into clear view. Rythe was a Dunmer, and a beautiful one at that…almost too beautiful. His dainty features and smooth clear skin (not to mention his chest-length hair) made him look almost woman-like, but at the same time his strong jaw and stocky body reminded those who questioned it that he was indeed a man, and a strong one at that. He glared down at the two offenders, his slanted eyes narrowed and his full lips turned up in a sneer. He folded his arms, using the motion and position to make obvious the muscle he worked so hard over the years to build up. At his waist, a nicked, and tarnished war axe hung clearly used to being used.

    The men swallowed, and looked at each other. There were no warriors, and obviously knew how to pick their battles. They snarled and standing, shoved Lyra away. They gave Natesse a nasty look and stumbled through the door and out into the Riften night. There was a brief pause, then some shouting and a loud splash as one of them slipped and fell into the putrid water just outside the door. Natesse smirked and after exchanging words with Lyra, making sure she was okay, she turned to Rythe.

    “Sorry to put you on the spot, Rythe. I know how you hate confrontation. I just needed you. You did well though, you looked quite intimidating. Almost though you were a full man for a moment…”

    Rythe let out a long sigh and with softer, watery eyes, looked at Natesse. One hand fell to his hip and the other ran its way through this long white hair; he tilted his head, looking much less scary and more approachable.

    “By the gods, I didn’t think it would work. Glad I didn’t open my mouth and speak. They’d have laughed their asses off…”

    Natesse smiled. Rythe was exaggerating. His voice, while not the typical Dunmer voice was fair from hilarious. It was just softer and more airy, like a Bosmer’s. Then again, everything about Rythe was airy; he was a very calm, very humble mer and even though he was gorgeous, he had a bit of a self-image hang-up.

    “Stop it. You sound just fine… I would stand here and argue with you some more, but I am beat. You man the bar. I’m going to bed. Around 3am you can lock the door and get some rest yourself. If no one visits before then, they’re not going to.”

    She patted him on the shoulder and headed up the stairs to her room, checking on the girls that were scattered about the front room as she went. Rythe watched her go before settling himself behind the bar, passing the time by wiping out tankards and listening to the girls nearby titter on about girly issues. He kept an eye on the door, watching, and waiting for any interested patrons.
     
    Walking into Thy Lady and Lord, she does her best to keep most of her pale face hidden away from any wondering eyes from onlookers, her dark black cloak that covered the mostpart of her body kept her hidden in the darkest shadows. Pulling her hood up to further hide herself from anyone sober enough in this hold. Looking around she inspects the establishment before trying to find an isolated seat, preferably in a dark corner and upon finding one, makes herself silent as to not disturb much of anyone or bring attention to herself.

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    Nadir-Natesse

    Proprietor of Thy Lady and Lord
    Rythe looked up at the sound of the door creaking open. A lone patron entered, hiding their face and shuffling quickly and quietly to a dark corner, of which there were many. At a cursory glance, the newcomer had a feminine figure and seemed nervous and keen to stay unnoticed. This really didn't arouse any suspicion within Rythe's mind; many of their customers goings-and-comings to the brothel were done under cover. Still, it was his duty to greet the guests and take their drink order if they chose to give it to him. Afterwards, they usually loosened up and bought a girl or two...

    Wiping his hands on the towel at his waist he made his way around the bar and approached the newcomer. He stopped about five paces from her and gave a small bow.

    "Good evening, welcome to Thy Lady and Lord. My name is Rythe and I'd be happy to serve you a cold drink, hot meal, or gorgeous woman. You need only ask, and I will provide."

    He looked into the guests eyes, his own deep red ones full,of curiosity and good will.


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    Under the shadow of her hood, much of hee face was hidden to which only a thin mouth, that quircked into a small smile, and a smooth nose. When she spoke, not a broken accent or roughness was heard from her, most likely not one of Riften, rather, hee voice was gentle and somewhat higher pitched. "A pleasure, Rythe. I hope you do not require my name in return and to apologize for my rudeness in not giving it." She then thought for a moment at the idea if a cold drink and the hot meal, not having either for quite some time. "What is there in the menu in your delicacies that do mot include your women? I do not know if I am in the mood to indulge in the pleasure of much company at the moment. Not sexual in any case."

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    Simus

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    It may have been in southern Skyrim but Riften was still a cold city. It was especially cold tonight and the fat, heavy rain made being outside all the more uncomfortable. Alice pulled her cloak tighter around herself and secured her hood against the wind. It was concealing enough to hide all but her mouth and the tip of her nose. She was in a bad part of town so it was nice to have her face shrouded but her small feminine figure gave her gender away.

    She felt terrible. Ever since leaving Whiterun four days ago the weather had gone from bad to worse. First there was snow on the morning she wanted to leave. That slowed her down by a day and forced her to wear extra winter gear that was now keeping her pack dry but weighing her down. Being the beginning of the year, the coldest part, it had only gotten marginally warmer down here in the Rift and it had been raining nonstop. That forced her to set up camp in whatever caves she could find, not all of which were empty. Now, two hours after she arrived in Riften she finds that both the bunkhouse and the Bee and Barb are full! Now she was in a part of town she didn't want to be in, alone, cold, wet, and as of this morning, feverish. She had pushed herself too hard over the last few days and now she was sick. Her head was heavy, her body felt weak she was cold and hot at the same time and she was so lethargic she could barely walk.

    "Why did I push myself so hard in the first place?" Alice muttered to herself. "Oh. That's right. Because I just HAD to get to Riften as fast as possible and literally make myself sick doing it. Stupid visions. Stupid imprecise, non-specific, annoyingly-true, future-telling dreams. Always banging at my mind while I'm trying to sleep. 'Alice! Go wake mom and dad up at 3 a.m because the Thalmor might try to go after your family at some point in your life!' 'Alice! Go outside in the freezing cold and watch the treeline because the Legion might know where the brand new Reach Stormcloak Camp you're assigned to is and the stone walls you guys just built might not be enough.' And let's not forget 'Alice! Salthar Vivarian is at the Bloodlet Throne and is going to feed on one of his several-hundred captives at some point!' Thanks brain, because all of those things are completely within my control and totally not obvious! Now it's 'Alice! Spend your first vacation in over a year slogging through the rain towards Riften for mysterious reasons! Don't worry about what your family will say when you speak in vague terms and don't explain yourself! They'll be happy to let you just run off!' Look brain, I get that dad and Cilla understood what was going on with me better than Carlotta and Mila could but it makes things really inconvenient when you don't give me a reason for going where I'm going. Carlotta's my stepmother now and she loves Cilla and I as much as mama ever did, even if she can never..."

    Alice stopped her rambling when she realized she was totally lost. She thought she'd been heading to the market square to get some bearings and ask anyone still out if there was another inn or tavern to stay at. Alice panicked for a moment and looked around frantically for any sort of landmark she recognized. For minutes she looked around, her feverish body struggling to hold her up and her brain losing coping ability by the minute. She was scared, and because she was a Stormcloak-turned adventuring hero-turned Imperial soldier she was ashamed to be scared. Her fevered panic turned fever pitch when she saw a literal ray of hope. A small, lazily swinging lantern. It was lighting an unfamiliar sign: Thy Lady and Lord. Alice had never heard of the place before much less been there but it looked like an inn. At this point, any inn was a good inn. She fought through the rain and wind, keeping herself as bundled as possible and found a set of rickety, rotting steps. They were leading down to a small stone ally below street level that peeled off to a door to her right. A pool of rank water was at the bottom of the steps and the wet stone wall supporting the street above was decorated with a fresh pile of sick. Probably from the two drunks who just now obliviously stumbled past her. She curled her nose at the awful smell as she headed down and didn't dare touch the rotten railing but the stairs were surprisingly sturdy. She made two small splashes as she stepped into the disgusting water and was grateful for her brown leather knee high boots. Thanks to waterproof coating, excellent craftsmanship and a couple of clever dwemer inventions, black rubber soles and a full side black steel zipper her boots formed a shield for her feet and lower legs. The feet of her white leather bodysuit also had rubber soles, gray ones, and kept her feet comfortable as well as dry. Her short, tight, brown leather gloves kept her hands comfortable, her blue cloak obviously helped keep her warm and dry and her short blue dress added some very nice style to what was simultaneously her favorite cold weather outfit, traveling clothes and civilian battle gear. The uniform of her Stormcloak days and now that the war was over, what she fought in when not in her light imperial armor.

    The warmth of the establishment greeted her as she opened the door. It felt so good to be out of the rain and the inside was so warm and cozy but when she realized where she was she immediately wished to leave.

    A brothel was the last place a nineteen year old girl of barely five feet, and a captain in the Imperial Legion, should be, especially at what must be midnight. If her father found out he'd either be alarmed or furious. But she'd set her favorite white fleece footy pajamas with black skulls and rubber soles on fire before she went back out into that maelstrom. So she decided to make do with her situation and stay the night as quietly as possible.

    She kept her hood up and her face covered to hide her flushed cheeks and to try to minimize whatever eye candy she might provide. The deep blue cloak went some way to hide her figure but she knew her size would still give her away. Perhaps if she simply sat quietly, no harm would come to her? Maybe she could even find some quiet corner to curl up in and try to sleep off her fever? She wanted to change into her footy pajamas and curl up in bed but she had no idea how safe this place was. Or who ran it. What's worse, this was what she felt she had come here for. It felt like she was supposed to be here. That she would meet someone very important to her that she had not seen in a very long time. Someone she loved.

    She found an empty stool at the bar and curled up inside her cloak, trying to hide as much as possible while also warming up. She was as close to the fire pit as possible to try and dry off. As she was about to order a drink, a young nord tapped her on the shoulder, grabbing her attention.

    "I've been looking for you." He said. "Got something I'm supposed to deliver, your hands only."

    He was soggy. He had obviously come out of the rain himself. He slung a bag off of his shoulder and dug through it. He then pulled out a pair of still-dry envelopes and handed them to her.

    "Let's see here...a couple of letters. Given to me by an older fellow, said he was your father and it was important you get these. Paid me a good bit of coin to ensure that you did so."

    "My father?" Alice asked wearily. "My father is here in Riften? Where did you get this letter?"

    "No, no. This was back in Whiterun ma'am. He said you were heading to Riften and I had to hurry to deliver this to you. I only just got in an hour ago. Besides a couple of drunks who just left I think I'm the only one in here."

    "Oh, well, in that case I commend your diligence. Thank you very much for the letters. Please, take this. It sucks to be out tonight." Alice said, taking the letters and looking them over. They were indeed addressed to her and were in her father's hand. She was glad to see them. On top of everything else the journey to Riften had been lonely. She had insisted on doing this crazy errand alone and now she regretted it. Right now she wanted to be home. In her jammies and safe in her bed, with Julius holding her and her sisters across the hall and her parents at the end of it. And her brother in Jorvaaskar just up the street drinking beer and telling ridiculous tales with the rest of the companions.

    The courier clearing his throat brought Alice out of her reminiscing and she realized he wanted payment. She handed the courier ten septims and gave him a pleasant smile: he was cute.

    "Thank you very much miss. Looks like that's it. Gotta go."

    Alice tore open the first letter and read it over:

    Alice

    I hope you made it to Riften safely. Please open a link to me when you get settled and let me know where you're staying. Carlotta and I are worried about you and we need to know you're okay. We're all going to try to come see you in the next few days. Whatever thing you have to do down there we can help with and it's a great opportunity to go out to Lake Honrich and teach the girls ice fishing. Just like in Cyrodiil. You've been under a lot of stress lately and you've seen a lot of heavy combat so whenever you get done with whatever crazy adventure took you down there I want you to promise me you'll take a nice long rest. You need one sweetheart. You deserve to have some fun. We all love you little faerie. Please remember that.

    Also, attached to this letter is a signed reciept. If you go to Mistveil Keep and take it to the Jar's stewerd you can exchange it for a thousand septims in case you need money. I should be in town two days after you recieve this letter, then maybe we can spend some time together. It seems our duties have kept us apart recently and I want to make up for that. I'll see you soon honey.


    With all my love
    Dad


    p.s: Titus is coming with us. I haven't spent enough time with him either so I'm gonna get you both at once!

    Alice refolded the letter and tucked it back into its envelope.

    Looks like she'd find out how her did will react far sooner than she had planned. She then waved over to the bartender, a rather handsome and androgynous Dunmer man. Alice didn't even notice the small, willowy figure in the dark corner to her left, trying to remain cloaked and hidden just as she was.

    "May I have two sweetrolls and glass of milk please?" Alice asked once she got his attention. "Also, do you happen to have a healing potion? I've got a fever and don't have the strength to go to the temple." While waiting for his response she folded her arms onto the bar and laid her hooded head down, completely hiding her face and its currently sickly pallor.
     
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    Nadir-Natesse

    Proprietor of Thy Lady and Lord
    Under the shadow of her hood, much of hee face was hidden to which only a thin mouth, that quircked into a small smile, and a smooth nose. When she spoke, not a broken accent or roughness was heard from her, most likely not one of Riften, rather, hee voice was gentle and somewhat higher pitched. "A pleasure, Rythe. I hope you do not require my name in return and to apologize for my rudeness in not giving it." She then thought for a moment at the idea if a cold drink and the hot meal, not having either for quite some time. "What is there in the menu in your delicacies that do mot include your women? I do not know if I am in the mood to indulge in the pleasure of much company at the moment. Not sexual in any case."

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    Rythe smiled. Ah yes, the standard refusal for sharing a name. Again, unsurprising.

    "Not rude at all. The only things we require here are good behavior and the means to pay for whatever you order. Speaking of, we can make whatever you'd like from the simple sweet roll to the horker steak... Our establishment is well taken care of in that department. The same goes for our drinks. We carry everything but Honningbrew..."

    Rythe shivered. One evening not too long ago, Maven Blackbriar's men came stomping in, confiscating every bottle of Honningbrew and threatening to burn the establishment to the ground if it was ever served again. It was a frightening evening. Natesse had gone directly to Maven and got down on hands and knees to apologize...The brothel was her livelihood and she'd do whatever it took to keep it safe. The wicked witch had let her go, giving her that one mistake for free. If only she'd known that Natesse and Ignun had shared a bed more than once...
     
    Rythe smiled. Ah yes, the standard refusal for sharing a name. Again, unsurprising.

    "Not rude at all. The only things we require here are good behavior and the means to pay for whatever you order. Speaking of, we can make whatever you'd like from the simple sweet roll to the horker steak... Our establishment is well taken care of in that department. The same goes for our drinks. We carry everything but Honningbrew..."

    Rythe shivered. One evening not too long ago, Maven Blackbriar's men came stomping in, confiscating every bottle of Honningbrew and threatening to burn the establishment to the ground if it was ever served again. It was a frightening evening. Natesse had gone directly to Maven and got down on hands and knees to apologize...The brothel was her livelihood and she'd do whatever it took to keep it safe. The wicked witch had let her go, giving her that one mistake for free. If only she'd known that Natesse and Ignun had shared a bed more than once...
    She tilted her head as she leaned forward, snapping her fingers together a few times at Rythe who looked like He just went into some kind of odd trance as his voice trailed off and went quiet. Her mouth turned into more of that of a concerned frown that the small and gentle smile from before. Speaking up once again to try and reach Rythe from his inner mind. "Sir? Are you alright?"

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    Nadir-Natesse

    Proprietor of Thy Lady and Lord
    Rythe snapped from this thoughts and shook his head.

    "Uhm, yes... I'm fine."

    He smiled apologetically.

    "I suppose I am a bit tired. My relief is running a little behind schedule..."

    Rythe looked at the door, wondering where the Dunmer was. He liked the wily mer very much but sometimes he took his relationship with Natesse as an excuse to do whatever he wished. He was supposed to have arrived earlier this evening. He returned his gaze to the customer.

    "In any case, I am here for you. Have you an idea of what you'd like to order?"
     
    She gave a shrug as she sat back down, contemplating a bit longer before finally coming to a conclusion. "I trust that my server has good judgement in taste for himself and others. If you don't mind and to save yourself some time from a very indecisive woman like myself, I choose that you choose my order."

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    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    He pushed the door wide open and smiled as the scent of warm food, strong drink, and the giggling of women filled the air. It was a welcomed break from the blood fueled fighting he had been through, not to mention the bounty target himself. The tall nord made his way to a table facing the door and began to lay his rucksack on the table and made sure his dagger was reachable. After all, a short blade meant less of a draw time, and less room needed to swing. In this place, a long sword is not going to be able to do much. As he sat back, he caught sight of not only a beautiful Redguard, but also a beautiful Bosmer. He did not mind which girl took to him first. He need a woman's touch.
     
    Hee gaze turned to the woman that had walked and looked to have gave up and died after ordering something. After Rythe walked away, she stood and moved to the bar, pulling the red bottle of a healing potion from her cloak and setting it audibly in front of the sickly girl. "Use this to recover yourself... No need to worry about paying me for it, I don't want gold." She then walked back to her dark and isolated corner.

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    Simus

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    Alice was confused and irritated as to why no one was paying attention to her. The dunmer man she thought had took her order of milk and sweetrolls had been spending the last few minutes taking care of a cloaked woman in the corner and had now gone back into the kitchen behind the bar. Was he taking care of Alice's order as well or had he not heard her because she'd mumbled it into the bar? And what about her healing potion? It was dangerous to pass out at a bar and she was burning up!

    She had to stop her mind before she did something stupid. She was sick and she was thinking irrationally. That dunmer was probably taking care of her at the same time as that other woman and even if he wasn't she could just grab his attention the next time he cam around. Yes, she felt terrible, but she wasn't going to die. She needed to stop acting like it.

    A solid klump next to her got her attention and she lifted her head up. Someone had placed a small bottle of healing potion in front of her and that someone was apparently the other woman. Her black cloak was large enough and protective enough to hid almost all her features but she looked like a human or elf. Probably an altmer or fellow imperial, Alice guessed. She also couldn't quite tell what she was wearing under the cloak but it looked like either some thin but covering leather armor or a long tunic or dress. Either would keep her warm tonight. This woman also had enough sense to keep her breasts covered and show no cleavage. That was smart, as it would attract the wrong kind of attention in a place like this and it gave her a sharp contrast to the girls working here, who had their own cleavage out for all to see.

    The woman told Alice to drink the potion to help herself feel better and not to worry about coin. Alice was grateful, but suspicious. Charity was hard to come by in Riften unless you were at the temple of Mara and even there the priest and his dunmer wife could only give so much. Alice accepted the potion but didn't drink it. She simply pulled it to her chest and held it there as she looked up to the woman with the sincerest look she could manage.

    "Thank you so much." She said weakly. "Would you like to sit..."

    The woman simply walked off before Alice finished, back to her dark corner. "Okay then. I guess not."

    She then laid her head back down. She wasn't about to drink a strange potion from a stranger and even if it was good she'd need that milk to wash it down.
     
    She raised a brow as she simply watched the woman lay her head back down without drinking the potion she offered. Sighing and swearing to herself, she got back up from her spot and moved to the bar, taking a seat next to the sickly woman. "You asked if I would like to sit, correct? I'll take the offer now, no harm in it." After going silent for a few moments she spoke up again. "I know you may not know who I am... But I'm not someone that likes to make those who are suffering suffer more... You look sick and weak. If you don't take a potion now, you could risk passing out. A high fever normally causes brain damage."

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    Simus

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    Alice didn't want to, but she had to submit to this mysterious woman's logic. She knew that, and until she took that potion she was only going to feel worse. Even with it she would likely need several days of bed rest. She didn't often catch a fever but when she did it was always a big one. Her last was a year ago at camp and she had to be sent to Markarth to recover. She was sick for a week. This felt similar so she'd better get started. Reluctantly she uncorked the potion and wafted its fumes to her nose. Wheat, blisterwort and a little sugar for flavoring. It smelled horrible and would taste worse. This was definitely a healing potion. After another heavy sigh she took the potion and held it to her lips.

    "Bottoms up." She said morosely. She took the potion in one fast gulp, resisting the urge to retch as it slithered down her throat. She cringed and swallowed hard but it stayed down. "By Talos, you never get used to those things." She looked to the woman and tried to smile, but could only manage a frown. "Thank you. Really, I mean it. It's very kind of you to help a girl in need. Especially one as sick and soaked as I am. Let's hope the owner can spare someone to take care of me because I'm gonna be in bed the next few days. I'm Alice. It's nice to meet you." She offered her right hand in greeting but didn't remove her gloves. The heat of her fever was radiating through them and she didn't want to make her new company uncomfortable.
     
    She took her hand without hesitatation but shivered when their hands made contact. She smiled a bit under her hood, eyes not visible from the shroud of shadow. "A pleasure, Alice. My name is Natsumi. If they have the station here, I can try to make a potion to cure you rather then just make it less sufferable. If you want me to that is."

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    Nadir-Natesse

    Proprietor of Thy Lady and Lord
    Rythe had made his way into the kitchen to fetch the two women's orders. The smell of roast meat and garlic wafted into his face and made his stomach growl. How long had to been since he last ate? He approached a tall figure hunched over a cooking pot.

    "Arquen, could I get a horker steak with a side of mashed potatoes, grilled leeks and a dash of garlic?"

    He paused, considering that last customization. The last time he'd randomly thrown garlic onto a dish the customer had broken out in hives and almost died on the floor. If it weren't for his chemical prowess, he'd have never gotten a proper antidote in time...

    "Never mind the garlic."

    The chef turned around, her golden skin almost glowing in the firelight. Arquen was a high elf, and she was damn good at cooking. She'd come from Markarth but when asked why she'd leave such a grand city for Riften, she'd dodge the answer and change the subject, usually to something suggestive. Since nearly everyone in Riften had secrets, no one pried into hers. She had the long face and high cheekbones that were typical of her race but her body was made like a Nordic fertility goddess. She was slender, but full in her bust, hips and thighs and Rythe had to wonder where THAT came from. In an elf, particularly the tall, slender Altmer, such a body was unheard of. The only woman whose body topped Arquen's was the mistress of the brothel.

    "Rythe, my love!"

    She launched forward and threw her arms around Rythe and aimed several kisses at his lips. He expertly dodged them and pried her off of him; not an easy task. He pushed her away and she giggled.

    "For the last time, I'm not your love! Stop calling me that... You don't even like men."

    "Maybe so..." She put her hands on her hips and winked.

    "...but you LOOK like a woman and have the proper tool... I've heard it's quite...sizeable."

    The ladle she was holding inched towards his crotch and he shied away, blushing. That damn Dreven...that one-eyed bastard talks way too much sometimes.

    "Nine hells Arquen, ju-just make the food!"

    He turned on his heel and stomped toward the cabinet where the cold drinks were kept.

    "Awwwwh, come on... I'll show you mine if you show me yours!"

    This is what Rythe loved and hated about Arquen: she was very flirty. Too filrty, sometimes. If the truth were to be told, he was attracted her though not in the same way he was attracted to Natesse. Arquen was fun, but she was also loud, obnoxious at times and she enjoyed grabbing his manhood in front of guests way too much. She was the most peculiar lesbian he'd ever met, and in working at the Lady and Lord, he'd met many of them. He could feel Arquen's eyes on him as he searched for the jug of milk, and could hear her going about making the dinner. He grabbed the jug and filled a tankard before putting it back. He passed by Arquen without saying a word and grabbed two sweet rolls from the pastry closet. Boy, did that sweet cream tart look good.

    He returned to the main room and noticed a new guest at a nearby table. He gave a small smile and nod to indicate he'd be right back. He approached the young girl at the counter and laid the milk and sweets before her. He noticed that the woman from the corner had joined her.

    "Here you are miss. Milk and sweets... a lovely combination. That will be 8 septims, whenever you are ready to pay. And for the second lovely lady, I have a horker steak with mashed potatoes and grilled leeks coming for you. It's our house specialty, I hope you'll enjoy it."
     
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    Wolfbane

    Why change the past when you can own this day?
    Sera ran her hand through her soft short black hair as her sky blue eyes surveyed the room. This was her new home and her new family. After being kicked out of Falkreath for reasons of her own, she wondered to Riften, where secrets are always kept, gold is exchanged, and things go missing. This is the city for her and life for her. She made her way to Rythe with a grin on her face, "Arquen giving you a hard on and a hard time? I can see the color in your cheeks and the bulge in your pants. She just needs sorting out, and I might play with her and see how she likes it, eh? I swing both ways all day long! Need any help on the floor? A beautiful woman can calm any drunken idiot." she laughed as she spun on her heel and continued surveying the customers. Sera had the look of a woman that could turn any girl for a night, or even for life. She doesn't like to brag, but it's happened before. Unlike some of the other girls, she had on a low cut cotton shirt with brown leather pants on. Some men like a woman who looks like she can put up a fight in and out of the bedroom. She was that woman.

    "Oh and by the way, you've got a new customer. Tall, dark, and brooding over there," she subtly bit her lip as she motioned a finger towards Ardin, who had just sat down a moment before.
     
    Holding her hands she set down a bag of whatever sum of gold that was in it, not caring much if she overpaid at all, it bothered her none with how she got it in the first place, there was always sure to be more that would eventually find it's way into her pockets. While eating her meal slowly, but with a proper demeaner, keeping her back straight at all times with her elbows off the table and a black cloth on her lap to serve as the napkin for now. Upon eating she surveyed the various people in the room and despite noticing the rather loud woman that had walked by the man known as Rythe, she knew staring would only bring attention to herself and was rude to begin with. No matter the man or woman, working as a pleasure server or not, she respected the rights everyone had in her mind, she raised herself better then that. Her thoughts began to wonder a bit about her reasons for being in such a bleak place like Riften, but she remembered... This is a city she belongs to. Her own secrets in such a town of them, surely share that of an underground group that was heard of here, a full guild of thieves. Ironically, she seemed to be the most sophisticated out if most of the members she had met before. Sighing to herself, she dabs at her mouth with the dark black cloth.

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    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    "Thank you Natsume but I'd rather you not." Alice said. "Cure disease potions are extremely dangerous if not made exactly and even when they are they have some rather...violent side effects for me. If I had something painful and life-threatening like rockjoint, witbane or the rattles...Talos forbid this is rattles...then I'd consider it but so long as we can...um...keep...my fever down and it...doesn't...get...um....g-get worse or...turn to something else..."

    The healing potion was already doing its work. Alice was quickly getting drowsy and it was getting harder to think by the second.

    "I...I'm sorry. My fever...and the potion...I just can't think right now..." She scooted the milk and sweetrolls to her right side, away from Natsume. She had barely noticed they were there, let alone had any interest in eating them. She laid her head down into her arms on the bar again.

    "I really wanna go to sleep..." She mumbled.
     

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