Fabrics of Pleasure | Dez - OPEN|

Lilla, the city of sex and regrets. One of the more mysterious cities in Raduga and Sanibelle herself had passed through it once, but never explored it. She agreed that the city itself was a beautiful city with its ornate décor and floral arrangements. Colors and the style of eastern orient was something she never saw in the other cities. In a continent full of marble, flame and European influences, once could say the city of Lilla was exotic which drew people in. Despite the beauty, many mysteries of sex, gambling and regrets were unsolved. Sanibelle was always told that behind beauty there was always evil, and she was well aware of that. After her experience in Ble she was always on her toes. She was thankful her parents were traveling with her this time. Even though they would be splitting up in their meeting area, they wouldn’t be too far apart. Sanibelle, out of all the people would be doing business with a brothel with some rich furs, velvets and satins. Her parents would be off selling wares in a local market which was only a block from the brothel she was told to meet up with.

She rode with her parents to the place where they would be setting up their section, and helped them set them up. Her eyes could tell they were tired after what happened to her aunt. But business needed to be continued and there was nothing they could do but do what they could to make the deceased family better. Sanibelle’s aunt would want them happy and not mourn over her dead soul for too long. Seeing she was her father’s sister, he would always tell her that if they mourned too long, Ruxandra would prank and haunt them until they were happy. It was a scary but funny thought. Her aunt’s spirit running around their house with her loud cackle of a laugh.

Sanibelle told herself that in order to finally feel happy, she would think of the good times. After helping her parents set up their tent and table, she gathered the things she was bringing to the brothel. Most of the stuff were just bolts of the fabric the seamstresses there could do what with they wished seeing it was an establishment where they could make their own things. The only thing that were made were the fur collars and trims on some velvet and satin cloaks. Sanibelle herself didn’t know why a brothel would request such expensive fabrics and what not. The only reason which she figured which was true, was to look more exquisite and attract more clients. The young woman was one not to judge, and people who sold their bodies for money to give pleasure was just a way to make a living. Would she ever do it? Most likely not. Sex was kind of a privilege, and at 20 she was still a virgin to most people’s surprise. People would think a pretty girl like her would’ve been the person who would’ve taken men’s virginity, but she wasn’t.

Despite her angelic looks and soft personality, Sanibelle was as single as single one could get. Never held hands, kissed, hugged someone that wasn’t her own kin. Men and women alike saw her more as a friend over as a possible lover. There was nothing she could do about it of course. Did she ever think about finding love? Possibly, but it was always on the back burner compared to work and volunteering at the orphanage and what not.

A wood cart was pulled behind and it stopped rattling a she found the place she was requested. A few steps closer, she reached the front entrance. The young woman entered and slowly walked to what was the front desk area. She was greeted by an older woman with grey hair pulled back in a tight hair do that stretched her skin. “Are you here for an appointment?” The older woman asked with a stern face.

“No, I’m here to show some furs and fabrics to some of the workers. I was requested a week ago by the owner. My name is Sanibelle Greenwood.” The women’s face light up and she smiled.

“OH! You’re the seamstress from Zöld! Yes, yes, yes!” The older woman hurried from the back of the desk and bowed. “Thank you for coming! We have a room for you so the escorts may look at your fabrics.” Sanibelle followed the woman into the room she was talking about it. It was a huge room with three large dark cherry tables. Blonde eyebrows lifted at how rich the room looked and it made her feel poor and worthless. “Do you need help with carrying anything in?”

“Yes please, it isn’t much...but it’ll prevent less trips,” Sanibelle replied. The other woman nodded and the two carried in the cloaks with fur, fur sheets, and bolts of velvet and satins. They laid out the fabrics in an organized manner so each could be seen and what not.

“I’ll get everyone that isn’t working, so I’ll be back in the a bit.” Sanibelle nodded as the woman left the room. She sat down behind one of the tables and let down her long blonde hair. It cascaded over her shoulders and back and onto the floor in soft waves. Amethyst eyes looked around the ornate room in awe. She still felt a little out of place in her simple sheath dress of white. Her concentration was soon broken when she heard footsteps approaching the room. It made her sit up straight and somewhat presentable.