[Sodium_noir] Satyr in the Night

[Frank]

Chaste Dragon Bordello
  
  Nyx, John
  Satyr, Mortal
  
      The guy was  all smiles and embarrassment as he dragged himself out of the bed. A good sign.
       
      Once his ardor  was spent he seemed, as were most johns, eager to get away. Post coital guilt  in men being what it was. He pulled his pants on and hurriedly buttoned his  shirt, glancing back at Nyx from time to time and shaking his head with a grin.  He obviously bought her line. 
       
      "I'll  ask for you again!" he said as he made the finishing touches to his  attire. "Do I leave the money here or downstairs?" 
       
      “Leave it  on the chest of drawers Master. It’s nice to know that there is someone here  now that will ask for me.” Nyx smiles at the John like a happy little girl. 
       
      Once he had  paid he ambled down the stairs with one final, wistful glance at Nyx. His puppy  dog eyes mixed with an expression of self assuredness and male pride were the  last things she saw.
       
      As soon as  he leaves and she knows that he is gone down the stairs she mutters to herself  in a bad oriental pidgin accent, “I’ll be counting the hours until you  return
..”  having uttered the infamous  Asian brothel farewell to customers she snorts and rolls her eyes. Then Nyx  chides herself. Shouldn’t make fun of male stupidity and hormones. It made a  good living for her and many other girls. Besides, females had an equal share  of blind spots as men, just in different places. 
       
      Nyx then  gets up and cleans up quickly and gets dressed. She bounces down the stairs  like a kid released from school and starts hunting Tess down so she can cash  out for the night and get on to the Funfair. 
      A cashout Tag to Spikey
  
    

 
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