OOC [18 +] Thy Lady and Lord OOC Discussion

[Ysmir]

Jorundr opened his eyes, the room was incredible dark so it must still of been night. He felt something soft press up against his chest. He looked down to see the nord girl whom he had laid with. She wasn't the best, only lasting a few minutes but it was enough to get all the built up sexual drive out of him for now. He slipped out of the bed and placed ten small gold coins on the dresser. He put on his clothes and walked out, somewhat busier now then it was before in the brothel. Jorundr went up and placed a large sack of gold on the bartable. "This should pay for the girl." He yawned big as he walked towards the back of the brothel where the guest rooms where kept.

He opened the the nearest door that was taken and inside looked similar to the girls' rooms but smaller. He walked over to a chest and opened it to see that all of his belongings were already placed inside. The roar coming from outside would drown out any other noise in the brothel. He reached inside and pulled out his lute, he sat on a nearby chair and began playing. The sweet sound of the lute soon drowned out the sound of the brothel for him.

 

[Neverwin]

The half-glare disappeared when Kir claimed it was the best dish he had ever tasted. A big, bright smile started to take its place. As Kir heaped praise on her, Barwen's light green face started to tinge red at her cheeks and at the very tips of her pointed ears.

"Aw, what a gentleman! It was no trouble for you! No trouble at all! I was happy to do it!" She gave a girlish little giggle, probably an odd noise coming from someone with an orcish appearance (even if she was only half-Orc).

Great talent, he says! Honored, he says! What taste! What refinement!

She gave him a friendly, gentle pat on the shoulder, then she blinked when he discreetly handed her a flawless diamond the size of an apple. Her jaw would've hit the floor, were she biologically capable of doing such a thing. As it was, she was gaping openly at it.

"Gugh... uh... ah... er..." She was stuttering because she honestly had no idea what to say. She was stunned. She had never gotten anything like this before! She had never even so much as laid her eyes on a diamond, flawless or otherwise, before! She did, at least, manage to get enough brain function to remember that she should probably stash the diamond away somewhere inconspicuous. She immediately stuffed the apple-sized diamond down her cleavage. Settled between her massive mammaries, it was unlikely even an experienced looter would've been able to find it there.

Her extremely generous present safely stored away, she gave a sigh... and fainted. Right there. Her body hit the ground with a thud. Perhaps all the blood rushing to her face from the excessive praise had done it. Perhaps it was the shock of receiving a diamond from a very happy and grateful customer. Or perhaps it was because Barwen was prone to theatrics. Maybe it was all three.

Whatever the reason, the Orsimer-Bosmer woman did not really make a good rug for the floor.

 

[Kir the Silent]

"Oh gods." Kir caught her before she hit the ground, but he was a full blood bosmer and she was at least half-orsimer. So as such fell with her. He landed on top of her, but he quickly stood up and as he felt a bit awkward. He felt bad he had allowed her to fall and even worse he had been pulled down with her.

He quickly reached into his satchel which held things for almost any occasion. Finding a small, foul smelling vial he uncorked it grimacing. He waved it under her nose slowly. If this doesn't wake her I don't know what will, he though to himself. He was looking at the woman with equal parts concern and amusement.

 

[Ysmir]

Jorundr quit playing after hearing a slight shriek, must of been a man trying to get a girl for free. He got up and placed the lute back in the chest and closed the lid. He ran his hands through his golden locks, he would need a bath in the morning, the smell of sex and sweat didn't appeal to him as much as it would to other nordic men. He took off his miner's shirt and folded it up and laid it on the chair.

He stretched making his muscles flex and making his bones pop. He sat in the warm bed and pulled off the boots and laid in the bed and tried to sleep through the loud night.

 

[Neverwin]

Barwen's nose wrinkled a bit, and her eyes fluttered open. She looked down at the small vial he was holding under her nose, and her expression scrunched up a bit more. She shoved the vial as well as Kir away from her. Then, realizing she had just shoved away the man who had given her a diamond, she quickly offered a hand to him.

"Oh dear! I didn't mean to do that! So sorry!" She started brushing at his shirt and pants, as though trying to remove every last speck of dust she might have gotten on him when she shoved him away. "You sure know how to spoil a lady, coming in here like a true gentleman with your fancy words and... and..." She whispered the word "diamonds." She waved her hands. "It's just too much! Not that I don't appreciate it, mind you."

 

[Kir the Silent]

"As long as your ok," He smiled down brightly at her. "And I'm hardly a gentleman, besides don't orsimer women like the un-gentlemanly type?" He winked at the joke, "My name is Kir and I am who I am. No more, no less. I'm sorry if I offended you in anyway, but I did want to thank you. I know what it's like to work behind the scenery in the shadows. A thankless job."

Kir offered her his hand smiling, "And besides. Everyone deserves to be spoiled now and again. Now let's get you off that floor, you can sit with me for a bit to rest if you'd like."

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Rythe was in the cellar when he heard it: a dull thunk on the tavern floor above. After taking the Nord's payment for Elena, he had gone down to the cellar to replenish the kitchen's rations when the commotion from above distracted him. He dropped the clutch of potatoes he had gathered in his apron and dashed up the stairs; he was not looking to dispel a fight and gods know he hated doing it. He shoved through the door and placed a hand on his waraxe, ready to threaten whoever he needed to.

"ALRIGHT, JUST WHAT IN THE GODS' NAMES IS GOING ON HE-"

He stopped short. There was a group of people gathered about Barwen, who was now being helped up by the Bosmer gent from earlier. Rythe was lost in confusion for a moment, then sighed, smiling. That girl. She must've took it upon herself to pass out for some reason or another as she often did. Rythe would bet bones to bruises the man had simply smiled at her, or offered a big tip for her dish. There was a pattering from upstairs, and Natesse appeared clothed only in a sheer dressing gown, her long hair bundled up on her head, her eyes wide with panic.

"Rythe! What's going on down here? I heard a noise and-"

The dunmer pointed to the Borismer who who was now standing, and speaking in a hushed, apologetic tone to the leatherclad elf. Natesse sighed, just as Rythe and threw a hand up to her forehead, already knowing that what ever had made Barwen faint wasn't anything to be worried about. The sudden action had given her a minor headache.

"That girl...will the theatrics ever stop?"

 

[Ysmir]

Journdr opened his eyes, his arms were crossed behind his head while he slept, he pushed himself up and put on his boots. "By the axe of Talos! This noise is really getting out of hand." He grabbed his white miner's shirt and unlocked the door leading out into the main room of the brothel/tavern. The nord walked out and saw a small group of people, the dunmer from earlier, the bosmer that had stayed to his corner when he was eating and flirting and what caught his eyes was a new person, a woman who didn't hide the fact that she had the body of a goddess.

By the way she was talking to the orc chef, it was obvious that she was the owner of the brothel. "Shor's sword! Some men are trying to sleep!" He pulled up a chair and sat down, he was awake now and the morning was too close for him to sleep again.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Natesse, still trying to get over the thumping in her temples, flinched when a deep booming voice behind her complained about the noise level. She groaned, and sighed. It was her duty as owner to make sure all guests had a proper experience here, even if it was 2 in the morning. She turned, her blue-gray eyes sparking inthe candlelight.

"I am quite sorry sir, I assure you it won't-"

But she stopped. This. Nord. Was. Gorgeous. Maybe it was his beautiful vibriant eyes. Maybe it was his strong build. Or maybe it was just his blonde hair. Natesse couldn't decide but she stared nonetheless. Inside, her libido was screaming in what would be (if it were something that could be heard) a moan of sheer want. She caught herself staring dumbly and quickly finished her sentence.

"-happen again."

The Nordmer reached up and shook her long strawberry-blonde hair loose and it fell down around her face and shoulders in thick, wavy tendrils. She approached the beautiful man and offered her hand, a small smile on her lips. His shirt was loose, but still offered a nice veiw of the strong chest beneath. A warrior, Natesse surmised.

"Good evening, sir. My name is Natesse and I run this tavern. Is there anything I can do to compensate for the inconvenience?"

The small smile that ghosted his lips made her heart flutter. Although she was insanely attracted to dunmer men (hence why she hired Rythe; he was eye-candy, AND good help), Nords were a very, very, VERY close second. She could feel a stirring of arousal in her belly but mentally beat it back. Business first.

Rythe watched his employer, a mix of amusement and jealousy on his face. He had bedded Natesse many times (and she had bedded him) and he knew what their relationship encompassed; still, he had grown quite fond of her and always felt a slight pang of possession when she spoke to other men, even Dreven, her long-time lover. He busied himself with locking the front door, as it was approaching 2AM and the brothel allowed no new patrons. Those that were inside were allowed to stay but they had to rest at tables unless they paid for a room. In a few hours time he would reopen the doors once the girls had rested and the tavern was cleaned.

 

[Ysmir]

Journdr looked up towards the woman. He had to stop his jaw from hitting the floor, her body was curvaceous. But he kept his cool and he thanked the Gods that the nord girl from earlier had used up his sexual drive for the time. He took her extended hand and kissed it gently. "Oh nothing at all my lady, meeting one as beautiful such as yourself is compensation enough." He let her hand go and let his blue eyes shine in the light. "I must give my compliments on your women, they know how to please." He thanked her happily.

He tried to not to look down her body and fought to stay eye-locked with her, its been a long time since he saw one who could keep his attention.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

She let her smile widen as she took a seat across from him. She leaned forward, one hand under her chin, shamelessly letting the collar of her gown fall, giving him a nice view of her full breasts. He was trying to hard not to look, but it was a battle he would nit win. They never did...not even Rythe. She thought of him for a moment, and about how he felt about her. The thought was fleeting though; Rythe knew that what they had was simply a friendship with sexual benefits. Natesse smiled at the Nord's compliments on her girls. She raised both brows.

"Is that so? Well that is good to know because I taught them everything they put to use behind closed doors..."

This was entirely true. Natesse herself had been a freelance escort (as she liked to call the business) for many years in the Imperial City. It wasn't until recently that she had left Cyrodiil for Skyrim to open her own brothel. She hired girls from all over both rich, looking for new thrills, and poor, just looking for the coin to survive...as such, she tended not to take more than was necessary from their earnings. She looked into the Nord's eyes, trying to read his expression. It was rather difficult, as he looked quite tired as it was; still, his ever-present smile told her that something was going on in that head of his...

Across the room, the girls at the table had gone away to their rooms, except for Deneb. She fumed, leaning against the wall. She had been waiting for the Nord to reappear but go figure as soon as he did, Natesse set upon like like a wolf on a dying man. Rythe, who was now sweeping the floor, smirked at her.

"You can't beat that, Dee. Best not to even try."

The woman huffed. Rythe was right, though she hated to admit it. Natesse was by far the most attractive women here, and as such she usually made a point to keep from garnering the attention of the men who came through. Well, except for that gorgeous Dunmer that came through every so often...what was his name? Dreven, yes. The one-eyed assassin... Deneb wasn't certain that was what he was, but he certainly carried the air of a paid murderer. Anyway, Deneb was about to pack it in when Rythe stepped close to her.

"Why don't you try for that Bosmer there?"

He pointed at the table where he and Barwen were now chatting. Deneb gave him a haughty look.

"You know I don't bed Bosmer if I can help it. They're too damned short..."

Rythe wasn't one hundred percent sure what Deneb meant, but he was certain it had little to nothing to do with their height. He paused, then leaned in close, his hair tickling her ear.

"How about me? You know I find you beautiful..."

Deneb sighed and gave a soft smile, patting Rythe gently on his flawless cheek.

"That's sweet, and yes, I know, but I don't want a pity fluff, Ry. Maybe another day when you'll mean it, hm? I am going to go to bed and hope luck favors me in the morning."

She gave him a small peck on the lips and made her way upstairs. He watched her go.

"Damn. And I really wanted it, too."

 

[Ysmir]

Shes good..really good. Jorundr thought as she sat down in front of him. He fought to not look at the breasts that were barely staying in the loose fitting dress she was wearing. She obviously was an expert in her field but so was Jorundr, now it was turning mind game between the two.

"Oh is that so. Well I must say you must be very talented but if I may say, so am I."

He allowed himself to brag to the goddess before him, he leaned back in his chair so that his open shirt showed his muscled nordic torso. Jorundr saw that she was fighting as well not trying to look down. Lucky for him he had something else to back up all the bragging.

When he trained in the Bard's School they taught him that body language and the way he talks to the person would make them melt into putty into his hands and it had helped him many times. Now he was using his talent on the lady before him.

"Before I forget and forgive my rudeness my dear lady but my name is Jorundr Winter-Hide. My I ask the name of the beauty that graces me with her presence?"

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Natesse smirked. It was obvious that this was no schoolboy she was playing with. Usually all it took was a glance at her well-endowed body to melt the hearts (and pants) of any man she desired. This one would take some effort, as she had already decided to break her own rules and take him to bed... She gazed at him as he stretched his strong body out, but she made it no secret she wanted him; after all, nothing hooked a man faster than him knowing a beautiful woman wanted him. She giggled. Apparently, she had some effect on him; he had already forgotten she told him her name.

"It's Natesse. It's nice to meet you, Jorunder Winter-Hide. I have never heard of your clan...what part of Skyrim are you from?"

 

[Ysmir]

Now he was getting excited, she was confident in her ability and so was he. She wanted him and he wanted her so now all that was left was to keep playing mouse and cat till the hunter became the hunted but she was good, very good. It was a long time since he had such fun in pursuing a prey but this prey had fangs.

"Nice to meet you as well and it's not a surprise, we were based out of Windhelm and we were a blacksmith and bard clan."

 

[Kir the Silent]

Kir had returned to his seat after waking, taking care of, and making sure the woman was alright. He hoped she would come to speak to him when they weren't so busy. But after all that fainting, they buisness had started to bustle. As Kir sat and leaned back, his golden hair once gain in his face. He brushed it back and saw the man from earlier speaking to the redguard he had given advice to. He pointed, she looked at Kir, and then they talked a bit more. "Redguard! It's rude to talk about people behind their backs." He winked and smiled brightly. "Remember, give him a right hook next time and no man will ever dare to raise a hand to you again."

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Deneb stopped on the stairs as she heard herself being addressed. She looked back; it was the Bosmer who had taken a moment from his conversation with the Borismer to attend to her presence. She smirked at his comment.

"I have spoken about no one in particular, Bosmer. If you care to prove my words wrong, please feel free to visit my chamber. Be aware that if you disappoint, I will not hide my amusement. Also, who said I didn't raise my own hand to the offender? Recall that Rythe said he "almost" injured me."

And with that, she gave a wry smile, and disappeared up the stairs.

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Some time later, Rythe had finished cleaning and decided to unlock the door. Business was slow right now and any body was welcome in. Natesse was still at the table with the Nord man and Barwen with the Bosmer. Hm. Perhaps time hadn't passed as quickly as he had thought...

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

...

Rythe had headed back to the bar, but stopped short. There was someone sitting there and by gods, he hadn't even noticed before. The customer must be so frustrated! He swallowed and hurried over, tidying his hair and straightening his clothes.He approached the cloaked figure from behind, and began his apology, his voice airy and sensual as if trying to seduce the patron into being less annoyed, if he or she was.

"My greatest apologies. I am quite air-headed at times and my passing over your presence was entirely unintentional... Is there anything I can get for you...?"

The way this person was dressed was odd and it would've come off as suspicion if Rythe didn't have his own sense of judgement; right now he felt nothing offensive about this person. In anything, he or she was trying to remain hidden from view. That was not odd in the least, considering what kind of place this was.

"If you like, you may have a drink on the house for your terrible wait."

Rythe had so far managed to miss the note that had been placed on the counter...

 

[Neverwin]

The cloaked figure started to make a noise which sounded like a very odd chuckle. Was there some... purring there? The figure seemed to be trying to keep from making anymore noise. Turning a bit but not quite facing the Dunmer, the figure grasped the note and held it out to him.

Then, the figure turned back to the counter and started writing again. Once finished, this note, too, was handed to the Dunmer.

Business is good. This one does not hold grudges against good business. But this one also does not turn down free drink when it is offered. Sadly, now is not the time for much drinking and revelry. A little ale will be fine but no more. This one needs to be full of mind. Forgive this one for not speaking; this one worries.

 

[Neverwin]

Barwen gave a huff. "Plenty of the un-gentlemanly type around here, if you ask me. Well, except for Rythe, of course." Although, in all honestly, there might have been a bit more "gentle" than "man" when it came to the Dunmer bartender. She raised an eyebrow at him, especially when Daneb made her offer towards him. "Although, bit odd for someone like you to be here of all places. Don't tell me you actually pay for women? A handsome mer like you?" Hey, a little shameless flirting never hurt anything.

 

[Nadir-Natesse]

Rythe read over both notes with confusion. So this person was trying to remain anonymous, but why? He walked around behind the counter so that he was in front of the counter. Whoever was hidden under that cloak made a great point of keeping their features hidden and Rythe, ever the polite mer, did not push the issue. Instead, he ignited the notes in his hand with a small fire spell, and went to work making the drink.

"I understand your position, friend. Rest assured that whatever you are here for, as long as it causes no harm to this establishment or it's employees and patrons, will remain a guarded secret... As such..."

He let his speech trail off as he set the drink on the counter before the newcomer.

"...You make take off that cowl and free your tail, dear Khajiit. All sorts are welcome here."

Rythe smiled. Khajiits, for all their finesse in combat and sneakery, couldn't for the life of themselves hide who they were, even in writing.