|Gilbert Reece (prydferth) wrote in toujoursliberer,|
@ 2008-08-06 12:07:00
|Entry tags:||constance_mosley, eleri_bowen|
Eleri Bowen: In her room
Subject: In a room of ones own.
Who: Eleri Bowen
Where: Eleri’s room at Madame Isabel’s house
Open To: Constance, clients, anyone who has reason to be there
Eleri took a few moments longer than she might have normally done. She was worried she was getting a little thicker around her waist, but at the same time her breasts were beginning to look bigger. She didn’t want to return to the way she’d looked on the farm – thick and as muscular as her brothers.
Everything else was perfect though. Her hair was in place, her dress was new and a rather attractive cut and she was wearing the new perfume a client had brought her. It was expensive she was sure, with a light spiced scent. She uncorked the little bottle, taking another sniff of the perfume but instead of the warm, clean scent that made her feel excited in the pit of her stomach a wave of nausea hit her and she settle the bottle down quickly, covering her mouth with one hand.
Take a few deep breaths to calm her stomach she sat down on her bed. Eleri couldn’t imagine what had come over here. She supposed it might have been dinner she had the night before – she had been worried the fish had been off but the client had assured her that it was supposed to taste that way from the seasoning and source but Eleri hadn’t believed him then and obviously was paying for it now.
There was a sound outside her door and Eleri straightened.