Daemyn Taraias (ferretheir) wrote in watchers_rp, @ 2017-04-22 00:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 003/03 may, daemyn, ryn |
Who: Daemyn and Ryn
Where: The Golden Rose
When: Somewhere in the afternoon
Yesterday had been one of those strange days for Daemyn. He considered any day in which he didn't get what he wanted 'strange'. Add on the fact that he was still very certain that he had come out on the bottom end of a conversation with a merchant of all things and he had spent the earlier part of the day in something akin to a sulk. He'd taken most of it out on the training yard, actually knocking one of his competitors on the head with a ringing strike that had seen the man dragged to the infirmary to ensure he still had his wits about him. Daemyn had left after that for an early bath, deciding halfway through that whatever his father wanted could be damned, he was going to a brothel. Yes, yes, all sorts of things were said about the men who frequented those places, but clearly they were popular and well-used as they still existed, and some of them were very nice. Out of his bath, Daemyn spent a moment debating between what he should do - the right thing of being a good man in search of a faithful wife or the wrong thing of being who he was and searching out a good prostitute.
Some days it just wasn't worth it to pretend that he was a good man worthy of the Taraias title. Though really? His father was no better. He was just older and already the lord.
Daemyn had been asking around for awhile, including back in Taraias, and he had discovered that there was indeed a brothel in Kingswood that seemed tailored specifically for the nobility. Their prices were higher than normal, yes, but they catered to a high-end clientele, which meant that Daemyn figured it was better than going to a regular brothel where he could end up in bed with a woman who had just been with a fisherman who had gotten lucky with his daily catch and a few extra coin to spare. At the Golden Rose at least he would know that that was unlikely to happen. Whistling a tune, Daemyn made his way to the brothel, and found himself to actually be impressed with what he found. "This is the best establishment I have ever seen," he informed the first woman that he saw, a blonde who was far from unappealing. He found a grin forming on his face as he let his eyes trail up and down her body, eventually finding her face again. "You are a sight for sore eyes, and that is the truth."