sevrend } A NEW WAY TO BLEED

[constance LEX .]

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[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] OPEN FOR ALL SIX TWO ZERO WHO WANTS SOME LOVIN'? OUTFIT IN THE PICTURE

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] the morning had been an easy one to wake up to; warm and bright like summer, but with the winter chill quickly approaching. the young imperial woman enjoyed waking up to mornings like this - mornings that seemed to hold promise to an enjoyable day. drawing in a deep, sharp breath, she stretched her limbs, sore from the previous day, and smiled to herself. it was always comforting to wake up in a nice, warm bed, especially when she actually had the chance to wake up alone and not beside some stranger who had paid to stay the night with her. turning her head towards the empty spot, she rolled over completely onto it, as if to spite the person who could have possibly been there. snuggling into the furs, she let herself rest for just a few minutes longer before she managed to pry herself from the bed. once she was on her feet, the petite imperial stretched once more, unable to completely wake herself without doing so. walking towards the blinds, she opened them and let the sun light up the room completely. being on the top floor of the brothel, constance felt no shame at the fact that she was in the nude. instead, she simply looked out of the window for a moment and even opened it a tad before turning back towards her dresser. knowing her, she probably had slept in and was late for her day - even a brothel had a schedule. looking at herself in the mirror, she quickly did up her hair in a fashion that almost all of her patrons enjoyed before slipping on the outfit that made the money all on it's own. the white corset was always a popular favourite among most men - it made them think she was an innocent girl. there was no doubt that constance knew what she was doing, but the girl, in a sense, was quite innocent. never knowing the outside of riften and barely leaving the roof of the brothel, the imperial was sheltered. after putting on some make up and adjusting her clothing, she made her way downstairs. it being a weekday, the house wasn't all that busy but there were still a few clients that were about. she could see the looks the girls gave her, playfully accusing her of sleeping in. hopefully the madams were too preoccupied to notice that one of the girls of whom they called sister were late. walking past a few of the patrons, she smiled innocently at them, trying to ween out just who was looking for her type of style and who was looking for the typical whore to fuck. constance was a specialty and the sisters liked to utilize her young and delicate features. there were a few high profile men of whom she saw on a regular basis; a jarl here and there always did well for both herself and the house's pocket. once she had made her way throughout the house, she found herself sitting beside one of her fellow coworkers. the two were good friends and seemed to be picked as a pair every now and again - there was no shame between the two of them and constance enjoyed her company. the conversation started off simple, asking how they were and the other girl commenting on out the imperial had slept in. it then quickly turned to their customers from the previous day, if anything odd was requested and such. today was rather boring, neither girl had anything really to report. sighing softly, constance looked around the room before she looked back at her friend. it seemed as though today was going to be a slightly slow one, to say the least.

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[rig]

a new way to bleed ---

[atrb=border, 0, true] 457 words | private – constance lex | mature content

[atrb=border,0,true] sevrend had spoken of such things with his peers, on occasion. the life of a jarl was always gruelling and often thankless. the pressures of lordship manifest in a myriad of unexpected and torturous ways. from the massacre of your people by bandits to the endless paperwork to be signed and sealed, it often seemed the very fibre of your kingdom conspired to sunder your spirit and break your mind. that was why the lords recommended this place. when the deluge of duty and obligation grew too much, they would come here to forget themselves. over a long enough period of time, ceaseless responsibility had a way of draining even the most resolute of disciplined wills. they would come here to escape, to spend a spell - perhaps just an evening - pretending to be little more than a regular man with regular urges. such weakness was not what brought sevrend here. truthfully, it had not been until sevrend had ascended to the marsh throne that he’d finally felt at peace in skyrim. this life of hardship suited him, the rigours of crown resonating deeply with the ambition and decisiveness of his character. sevrend would have life no other way. he certainly had no wish to escape it. the marsh king’s reasons for being here were entirely shallow. sevrend desired a woman. nothing more. twas no filthy whorehouse, that much was certain. sevrend noted a certain dignity and refinement about the establishment the moment he entered. he seemed to be one of the few men here and the gaze of the harlots rounded upon him immediately. perhaps electing to come by daylight had been a foolish decision. yes, there were less patrons here to identify him, but he also stood out as one of the few. there was no shame in the hjaal king for what he did or where he was. sevrend would merely prefer it that the jarl of riften went ignorant of his recreations today. politics was a sensitive business, after all. hood drawn fully over his face, sevrend moved surely into the foyer and threw himself indulgently into a sitting chair, exhaling with relaxation as he did. the jarl had only ever frequented the grimy, repulsive breed of brothel before and found himself at a loss at how to proceed politely. in those places he’d been expected to approach the women, but sevrend couldn’t gauge whether or not such was the way here. instead of worrying on it, sevrend turned his gaze about the room, counting every means of escape and every object with potential as an improvised weapon he could find. brothels had a way of being dangerous. mayhaps that was half the thrill.

[constance LEX .]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, background-color: #b4aac3; width: 450px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=3] SAVE YOUR TWISTED ENEMY

[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] SEVREND/ RIG FOUR NINE FIVE AND THE EPICNESS BEGINS OUTFIT IN THE PICTURE

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] just as the impieral felt it hopeless to find anyone of her liking for the day, the door opened and a few of the girls followed the same gaze that constance was. the man wasn't overly tall, typical breton stature, but his face and build seemed to make up for what he lacked in height. being a petite height herself, constance wasn't overly worried about his - he was still at least a few inches taller than she was. seeing a few of the other women eyeing him already, constance wasted no time. climbing to her feet, she sauntered over towards the man; he seemed a lot more well off than a lot of the men that had been coming in the past few weeks and it was refreshing to see a potential pouch full of coin. with steps cool and collected, she made her way over to the man who had now taken a seat at one of the couches. not seeming to look as though she was racing towards him, she looked around the house, realizing that the other women saw that constance had claimed this one. whether the man would accept her or not was a different story. there were times that she had been rejected for a different style of woman, which was fine with her, she knew that plenty had left other woman for her. it was the dynamic of the brothel and every woman within it understood it. no harm done. of course, unless another woman walked up and tried to openly steal the client away. that was a big problem. stopping in front of the breto man, she looked down at him with a soft smile, "you look lost, good sir." she started, her innocence shining through with true colors, "may i ask if there is anything i can help you with?" a lot of the men at the brothel enjoyed her innocent and sheltered act, as if they were claiming a woman for the first time. it was her job to make it all believable. doing so was never hard for constance; having never been outside of the riften walls, she knew little of the outside world. taking a seat on the couch beside him, she placed her hands on her lap and flashed him another genuine smile, "may i ask your name? if you prefer to keep it secret i understand, it's just nice to have something to call you." her voice was higher than a typical woman of her age, yet it wasn't piercing; more of a breathy, calm pitch that was nice and easy on the ears. many men didn't exactly enjoy a woman to speak so much, but she had some clients who wished for her speak to them until they fell asleep - tell them a story of some sort. she had no idea what this man would be craving, but constance hoped that it was something along the lines of herself.

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[rig]

a new way to bleed ---

[atrb=border, 0, true] 436 words | private – constance lex | mature content

[atrb=border,0,true] she was beauty. no, did she not merely possess it, she was it. for a time that felt like forever sevrend could only watch her approach, all other sights in the room fading into fog and all other sounds shrinking into far-away whispers before her. she glowed with a intangible force that the jarl could not describe. it was like the ripple of revolting dark magik that vibrated from the very flesh of a hagraven... but reversed utterly. the woman moved with an aura of pure goodness, innocent and sweet in every way. already the jarl knew he had to have her, but patience won the day. desirable in every way though she was, she was still a woman with feelings and thoughts. sevrend did not expect her to simply fall about pleasing him without first becoming comfortable with his character. ”i was lost... but am now found.” sevrend said with a small smile, her voice tearing him back into the present. her tones were feminine and musical, her words reminding him of the flutter of a monarch butterfly across lavender shrubs. all in her reminded him of summertime. ”yes, there is. you might help me with your company.” the jarl gestured to a nearby chair welcomingly, more than slightly pleased when she sat down next to him. drawing back his hood, sevrend fixed the woman with a friendly smile. he knew of the practise of men withholding their names from whores. some did so out of a need for professional discretion – jarls, stewards and the like – but others to separate themselves from what it was they were doing, to convince themselves they’d not purchased affection. sevrend understood only the first reasoning. if a man was of the persuasion to buy sex, he’d be best served to accept and recognise it. in truth, many of the women did not particularly like what they did either. if this exchange was to be as fulfilling as possible for both parties, honesty and respect on the part of the customer was a requirement. so it was that sevrend spoke truly. “my name is sevrend ire-“ lowering his voice to little more than a whisper, sevrend leaned in very close to the fiery haired woman, speaking into her ear as if he was sharing a secret. “jarl of hjaalmarch.” he concluded, pulling away from her personal space as quickly as he’d invaded. she’d smelt of woman, a beautiful, erotic scent. “what of you? what do they name the woman of red hair and sweet disposition?” he asked, smile growing slightly wider at the thought of the things they’d do to one another.

[constance LEX .]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5,true][atrb=style, background-color: #b4aac3; width: 450px; padding: 5px, bTable][cs=3] SAVE YOUR TWISTED ENEMY

[atrb=style, width: 145px;][atrb=valign,top] SEVREND/ RIG THREE FIVE TWO LOL OMG CONSTANCE SO SILLY OUTFIT IN THE PICTURE

[atrb=style, width: 265px;][atrb=valign,top] having sat down beside the man of whom she had officially set her sights on, she felt much more comfortable in her decision. she could see it in his eyes that she was just what he was looking for tonight; that cause her smile to broaden. once the man had given her a name, she found her eyes widening - a jarl! the excitement coursed through her as she straightened herself up and placed one hand on his thigh, "my apologies." she stated as she bowed her head out of respect. having such a guest was rare in this house, if only because, if there were jarls that had come through, they kept it hush-hush. this man seemed to have no shame and constance found it refreshing, "i had no idea." she added before smiling brightly, "i am constance of the house lex." she introduced, "welcome to madam nymphias." she rose to her feet and looked down at him, "i will be at your utmost service, if you should have me give it." another bow. the innocence was really showing through on her, just as he seemed to like it. maybe he liked little girls? constance had a few men specifically request a view odd costumes for her to wear, most that resembled young, pre-pubescent girls. it sickened her and once or twice she had refused service, with a stern slap on the wrist from the sisters. "shall i lead us to our room?" she questioned, her voice nervous. she did not wish to rush him, but her excitement was overwhelming. call it strange, but she truly wished to know what it was like to service a jarl knowingly. she was positive she had probably serviced one or two before, but with no knowledge of it. lifting up her hands, she giggled, "i can offer you a massage? people say i have the most talented hands in the house." to any otehr woman in the house, it would have come out as an innuendo and, for constance, it still was. however, her feigning of innocence made it seem as though she was completely oblivious to it.

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