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asmodeus, king of hell, demon of lust (hammadai) wrote in entrywaythreads,
@ 2021-03-13 11:12:00

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asmodeus, brynhild

WHO Asmodeus & Brynhild
WHAT Brynhild comes looking for a job.
WHEN About 45 minutes after this
WHERE The Brothel
RATING Almost assuredly through the roof high

It might have been odd for others, but Asmodeus, demon of lust, was no stranger to being a prostitute. He'd been the first holder of the world's oldest profession, and he was fairly certain he'd last to the end of time with it, too. Prostitution took all the parts of sex that Asmodeus found distasteful—attraction, love, human emotion—and tossed them out the window. So though he owned, as much as anyone owned anything here, the Brothel, he was also an employee.

He'd just finished with some nameless schmuck, one of a thousand ready to explode all over any of the prostitutes. It was a nasty business, most of the time, because of course it was. He strode down the hall, for once wearing clothes (though it did very little to hide the very erect member of the party). Although a robe was clothing only in name, and not at all in general, actual usage.

Still, he was clothed for the most part, which was convenient, because at that point, one of his whores stuck her head into the hall and said, "Boss! There's a redhead here. Asking for Dea."

"Mm." Asmodeus tugged on the belt of his robe and moved faster, slipping into the room she'd come out of. "Go take a break, Kelsie." He turned to the redhead, holding his arms wide. "Brynhild. A delight to meet you in person."

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hammadai
2021-03-25 04:52 pm UTC (link)

Asmodeus noticed that he was quite a bit larger than she was, so he shifted. He went from a huge, hulking man to a smaller woman. Still tall, for a woman, but it made the height difference a little simpler. Less severe.

"Don't worry, darling," she said, patting Bryn's arm. "Who do you think started that tradition?" Or she had in her world, anyway; it had been a delight.

"We'll figure out what you need. You just let me know, and I'll make it happen." Asmodeus began to lead Bryn toward the door, cautious and slow. She seemed to be handling the blood okay for the moment, but Asmodeus wasn't going to push her too far, too fast. "There're a few rooms facing the front, but if you'd like to do that sheet trick, we could make your room the central one."

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-03-26 11:00 am UTC (link)

Bryn chuckled softly when she insinuated that she'd started the tradition. She'd wished she'd known about it when she owned her houses of ill repute. but she probably would have been run out of London instead of leaving as she pleased.

"Alright, that makes sense." She paused, it was time for common sense over fashion sense. She kicked off the tall shoes and leaned down to scoop them up. Because where would she be after she didn't have Asmodeus to lead her around? Besides they would be able to move a little faster.

"Is there one right above the sign? With the sheet if they don't pay attention to the actual dimensions of my body, they would never know who it was putting on a show, and they wouldn't have to." If it drummed up business it was good for everyone. "And I wouldn't actually have to be naked, they have these lovely obscene leggings that are fitted just so that if they were flesh toned you wouldn't be able to tell one way or another." She'd seen them in the shops... Oh!

"I almost forgot. I did find you some seeds, if the vendor is to be believed. I just have to go to the library and look up hydroponics, to get more than just an idea, and what the best lamps are to use. And you could have your weed farm."

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hammadai
2021-03-27 04:52 am UTC (link)

"Well, there is now." Asmodeus grinned and bumped her shoulder up against Bryn's. She nodded ahead of them, towards the long line of doors as Bryn got her shoes in hand. Shoes were a terrible bore, although Asmodeus had gotten her hand involved in a few particularly unique situations, and had helped create an entirely new sort of shoe for strippers. It had been a fun, drug-crazed week.

She gestured toward a door about halfway down, with a beautiful red door that had black accents on it. The name plate read Bryn in phenomenally stunning cursive. (Asmodeus was many things; willing to forgo showmanship was never one of those things.)

"Here we are." She released Bryn's arm and turned, smiling. "Just give me the seeds, lovey, I can do it from there. Or I can try, anyway, and then if it doesn't work, I'll come and ask about the lamps." She patted Bryn's shoulder. "Sound good?"

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brynhild_ingouf
2021-03-27 11:08 am UTC (link)

Her jaw dropped when she saw the door. It was perfect. It was as if Asmodeus had known her all her life. She retrieved the seed pouch from the hidden pocket of the dress, at the waist line where the bodice joined the skirt. There were quite a few in the pouch, as she handed it off to the Fallen Angel.

She stepped up to the door, and ran her fingers over the nameplate. "That sounds good to me. The room, whichever you choose, will need fans too, to keep a fresh flow of air into it. But it should yield a harvest fairly quickly." Bryn glanced back and smiled at her new employer. "If you liked the high of when I bit you, I can do it again without taking any blood, just let me know."

Reaching for the knob. She gave it a turn, and the door a push.

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