Iren of Dale, Sex Artiste Extraordinaire (scarlet_curls) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-05-31 16:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | amrothos, galadriel, haladreth, iren |
I do nothing to you, Lady...That you do not allow. Which is nothing, as well.
Who: Iren, Haladreth, Amrothos briefly, Galadriel briefly, the Twins briefly... Mostly Iren and Haladreth.
What: Night in the city! Haladreth goes to watch Iren dance eastern style, discussions afterward.
When: A day or so after this discussion with Karigan
Where: Minas Tirith
Why: ... 'cause whore UST is fun.
Noir!voice: It's night, in the city. The White City, the city of stone. The City that sleeps beneath snow capped mountains. But not everyone within is asleep. Some are restless.
Noir!voice: Sleepless nobles, wakeful children. Others prefer the darkness. Whores and johns, criminals. It's night, in the city...
Iren: *is applying paint to her face, in the lamplight of her bedchamber* *still has a handprint on her face, slightly*
Aerhen: ::sneaking around the city with her shiny new Robin!training. still has bruises::
Galadriel: *rides through the city and up to the Citadel, cloaked in navy so dark that it appears she is cloaked in actual night*
Galadriel: *bypasses a visit to Arwen and heads straight for Aragorn's office* *notes how the Citadel guards avoid her with a bit of an amused smirk*
Iren: *has a bit of a show this evening, is dancing in eastern garb* *paints her face white, in the traditional style, then puts on red lips*
Both Twins: *enjoying ale together in a tavern!*
Elrohir: *can't get drunk, but likes the taste*
Elladan: *thinks Rohan's got better*
Iren: *gets all dressed up, grabs her fans, and goes out to perform*
Haladreth: *pondering paying a visit actually*
Amrothos: *enjoys talking to prostitutes but Imrahil has forbidden him to go >.>.*
Amrothos: *has to wait until he won't get caught to take a peek and see what kind of seedy lowlife has sprung up in Minas Tirith and decide if any of it needs to be reported to somebody*
Iren: *does NOT work in an establishment that has seedy lowlife*
Amrothos: *no no, knows that, always goes to the good places to ask where the bad places are*
Iren: *okay then* *strides to the main froom, takes her place on the center platform area, and poses with her fans*
Haladreth: *enters, and stares at the stage*
Iren: *has just managed to catch a fan that she'd thrown from the other hand, flutters the two fans together, continues dancing*
Haladreth: *raises an eyebrow*
Iren: *turns on the stage, with the fans, spots Haladreth, nearly falters*
Haladreth: *slips into the shadows*
Iren: *recovers, continues with the dance!* *which, much to the disappointment of a few of the patrons, does not include stripping at all*
Haladreth: *stares*
Iren: *turns again, so her back is to Haladreth, showing off a bit of bare shoulder and neck*
Haladreth: *rubs her temple*
Iren: *finishes the performance with a final fan trick, closes them both, then bows*
Haladreth: *claps with the others*
Iren: *bows again, then tucks her fans into her obi and steps down from the plat form, to mingle and probably find work for the evening among the interested men* *or women* *is avoiding Haladreth*
Haladreth: *watching her, mouth dry*
Iren: *works the room, finally passing by Haladreth's location*
Haladreth: Iren.
Iren: *stops, looks over her shoulder* Haladreth?
Haladreth: Good..eve.
Iren: Good evening. It isn't often that you grace our halls with your presence.
Haladreth: I was..curious.
Iren: I see.
Haladreth: You do this to me.
Iren: I do nothing to you, Lady.
Iren: That you do not allow. Which is nothing, as well.
Haladreth: *shakes her head* I merely wished to...see I suppose.
Iren: *nods her head, gracefully* Now you have seen.
Haladreth: *reaches out for her hand* I would like your time, even if we do nothing but speak. I can pay.
Iren: *arches a brow* *lowers her voice* You are not the only one wishing to pay for my company this evening. Do you have a coin purse on you? If you do, take it out and make it look like it's bigger than it really is.
Haladreth: *has already removed it, and it's..hefty*
Iren: *smirks* Now waggle it a bit, like you're showing off.
Haladreth: *smirks, eyeing Iren somewhat hungrily, while waggling it*
Iren: *turns away from her, and eyes a young man in the corner* My Lord Echtithen, I am afraid it's Lady's bid this evening. *winks at him, and takes Haladreth's hand* Perhaps some other night, though, mm?
Haladreth: *remains composed*
Iren: *leads Haladreth back to her room*
Haladreth: *follows* You were..talented up there.
Iren: Thank you.
Haladreth: I've never seen dancing like that.
Iren: It's an eastern style of dance, the Mistress of this house taught me.
Iren: *lets Haladreth into her room, and shuts the door, then sits down at her dressing table and starts washing her makeup off*
Haladreth: *watches her, leaning against the door*
Iren: *winces when she gets to the part of her face that's still tender, slightly, but eventually finishes and lets her hair down* Help me out of this ensemble?
Haladreth: *walks over, and starts to help* I am sorry, for striking you
Iren: There was a time when it wouldn't have bothered me. I think my life here spoils me. *sighs, and goes about the long process of unwrapping herself*
Haladreth: It is something that should bother you, but for different reasons, I think.
Iren: Why should it bother me? Being what I am. I've been struck before, you know. *snorts, and steps out of folds of gowns, then pulls on a lighter robe she keeps around*
Haladreth: that is why it should bother you, no one should strike you. I only did so because I wished you to have sense.
Iren: So it's alright to strike pe0ple, but only when you want them to have sense? *pulls the robes she'd been wearing up off the floor and starts to fold them in the traditional way, to store them*
Haladreth: *shakes her head* It is never right to strike someone.
Iren: That's why you're sorry, then. *smooths out some folds in the obi she'd been putting away*
Haladreth: Aye, that is why.
Iren: *lets out a breath* I forgive you, then.
Haladreth: *looks..marginally relieved*
Iren: *folds up the rest of the outfit, then tucks the fans in, and locks the case* Was that all you came here for?
Haladreth: I did not lie when I said I wished to speak with you
Iren: *puts a kettle of water on her fireplace* Tea?
Haladreth: Yes, please. *smiles...so very not relaxed right now, though* I did..discuss my lust problem, with someone.
Haladreth: she told me it was best to put my fancy out of mind.
Iren: Wouldn't you normally do that by avoiding the mere sight of me? *arches a brow at her while setting out teacups*
Haladreth: Aye, I would, but....*sighs* i should have
Iren: I really don't think lust is the word for it, anyway.
Iren: I know all of those words, it's ... part of the job, really.
Haladreth: *looks her in the eyes* then what word would you have, for what I feel is a lust for you.
Iren: You're curious. You don't understand why you're attracted.
Iren: You want to do things with me, but you don't want them bad enough to actually take what you want. Lust is a very powerful emotion, when it takes you there's no controlling it.
Iren: Attraction, desire, maybe even something else. Genuine interest. You aren't the first person to try and talk me out of this life.
Haladreth: I am never not in control of my senses, Lady Iren. I know lust. This is beyond attraction, and desire.
Iren: *snorts* If that is all, a few private moments with yourself is really all you need. *fetches the kettle off the fire*
Haladreth: A few what? Oh. *laughs*
Iren: It's better than the alternative, I should think. *pours the tea* *adds something to her cup*
Haladreth: What alternative? *spots that* What was that?
Iren: *scrunches her nose up* Something you don't want in yours, trust me.
Iren: And the alternative would be to take me, of course, to .... oh how to put this ... get me out of your system?
Haladreth: .....I have considered it. Briefly.
Iren: If it helps, I could find someone to marry us for a day. *smirks*
Haladreth: that does not count, and you know it. *leans forward, gazing at her face, like a wolf about to devour her prey*
Iren: What else would you need? Love? I can make you think you love me, you know. I can make you think I love you.
Haladreth: .....That would only make matters worse.. *sighs, and leans back with a soft groan* Perhaps..another one of those massages...? *even if it is likely to be torture, for both of them*
Iren: *eyes her, takes a good long sip of her tea* I'll give you one, if you want, but that's only going to make it worse for you.
Haladreth: *voice a bit raspy* Please.
Iren: *gulps down the rest of her tea, and sets the cup down* Then strip down, and put one of my robes on. *stands up*
Haladreth: *nods her head, and stands, stripping her clothing off**rubs a finger over one of her tattoos thoughtfully* PIty we cannot just do so, here.
Iren: I've done them in here a few times, but bedroom massages turn into other things, generally.
Iren: I don't have a table, either, so I'd have to do it on the bed and keep moving you around.
Haladreth: *pulls on a robe, finds her voice again**wryly* We..would not want that, would we.
Iren: You would not, no. *shakes her head*
Haladreth: *softly* lead on..
Haladreth: I've you all night. Perhaps you could..convince me otherwise.
Haladreth: *at the very least, she's getting addicted to the UST XD*
Iren: *leads her off to the massage area, for another UST-filled massage* Perhaps I could, though I doubt it. *chuckles*