Male
8
Dez was no longer surprised when the dreaming fantasies of his clients became passionately aggressive. After all, most of them were very proper people who did very proper things day in and day out. They were drowning in fancy outfits and beautiful jewels, suffocated by servants ready at their beck and call, stifled by privilege. They usually hated their husband or, more commonly, their wife whom they had married for status and lineage rather than for love.
Still, he had been in the minds of enough people to know what was and wasn't typical. He could tell when a desire went far beyond just a whimsical fantasy. The lady he was with today was... intense. Intense and brutal. To be honest, he was glad the entirety of it wasn't real; despite the false words that so many of his clients loved to hear, he wasn't a fan of pain.
No one else was supposed to know her desires. And how could they? That gentle smile and graceful elegance veiled her burning thirst beautifully. After satiating her soul, they spoke for a bit as she regained her composure, then left. Dez lingered behind in the room. After all, she had an appearance to keep, and, although she could excuse being is such an establishment by claiming to suspect her husband of looseness, being seen with someone like Dez could only tarnish her image.
Having no other clients scheduled for the day, he made his way down to the main room. He hardly ever got approached by someone who was more interested in him than the rest of the courtesans lounging about, but the utter bizarreness of his appearance made the others appear comparatively more appealing to the average eye. His silk robe rippled like a dark sea as he sat down on a couch near the edge of the room, letting the fabric smoothly slip off of one of his shoulders to better display the tribal markings decorating his skin.
Truthfully, he didn't expect anyone other than maybe a bored courtesan to approach him this evening, but life always had an odd way of surprising him.
ooc: I had this typed up last night but PB logged me off for some reason as I posted it, it was the most tragic thing D8
Still, he had been in the minds of enough people to know what was and wasn't typical. He could tell when a desire went far beyond just a whimsical fantasy. The lady he was with today was... intense. Intense and brutal. To be honest, he was glad the entirety of it wasn't real; despite the false words that so many of his clients loved to hear, he wasn't a fan of pain.
No one else was supposed to know her desires. And how could they? That gentle smile and graceful elegance veiled her burning thirst beautifully. After satiating her soul, they spoke for a bit as she regained her composure, then left. Dez lingered behind in the room. After all, she had an appearance to keep, and, although she could excuse being is such an establishment by claiming to suspect her husband of looseness, being seen with someone like Dez could only tarnish her image.
Having no other clients scheduled for the day, he made his way down to the main room. He hardly ever got approached by someone who was more interested in him than the rest of the courtesans lounging about, but the utter bizarreness of his appearance made the others appear comparatively more appealing to the average eye. His silk robe rippled like a dark sea as he sat down on a couch near the edge of the room, letting the fabric smoothly slip off of one of his shoulders to better display the tribal markings decorating his skin.
Truthfully, he didn't expect anyone other than maybe a bored courtesan to approach him this evening, but life always had an odd way of surprising him.
ooc: I had this typed up last night but PB logged me off for some reason as I posted it, it was the most tragic thing D8
