[Sodium_noir] A saturday in Darktown

[eagandigh]

Maurice, Goldie
Serpent, Whore
The Chaste Dragon



Goldie, for it was she, examined the black man from beneath her false
eyelashes, forcing a demure smile to her lips. Something about the man
sent
a chill up her exposed spine that had nothing to do with the backless
number
she had chosen to wear tonight. It was very rare for her too feel
nervous
inside the Dragon, the place simply had an aura of safety and warmth
that
the whores all recognized but could never put their fingers on. A few
nights
ago a Friend of Panic's, a giant named Titus, had given her the chills
even
as her friend Gina swooned over his broken visage. Now this Haitian was
giving her the same spooky feeling.

Maurice noticed the barmaid's discomfort. It was so easy to frighten the
mortals. Too easy.
 
"He isn't here right now sugar" she purred, "but he won't be long. he
just
popped out for something to eat. If you'd like to wait ..."
 
But she was holding herself quite well in his prescence, he admired
that. 
"I 'ave all sse time in sse world. All sse time." He said more to
himself than to her.
"'ow long will ssiss dinner take, mon coeur?" He shot her his best and
most reassuring smile, not the sinister one that people usually see of
him.
 
[OOC: He has Charisma 4, although his Disfigurement and that fact that
his Charisma speciality is commanding presence, might hamper the effect
a little bit...]
 
"Maybe give me one of ssosse fine ssigarss you 'ave. Might make sse wait
sseem
a little shorter." Goldie gave him a cigar, which he lighted, intently
looking at the flame.
A hiss began to drone deep inside him getting stronger and louder, as he
let the
lighter stay lit longer than was necessary. In the subdued light inside
the bordello
and the lighter's flame illuminating his face it seemed as if his eyes
had taken on a
golden sparkle.
 
With a loud clack he closed the lighter and as abruptly as the hiss
receeded his eyes
looked perfectly normal, a deep and dark brown. He took a long puff and
surveyed the
bordello. He noticed a few of the 'guests', most of them had the air of
affluent Uptown
about them. He took in the whores presenting themselves, noticing their
ethinicities.
 
He turned around to the barmaid once more. "Tell me, ma chérie sans nom,
I 'ave been
to quite a few..." He stopped from saying whorehouses. "etablisssementss
like ssiss.
But ssome'ow ssiss 'ousse 'ere sseemss to be ssome'ow different. Why iss
ssiss sso?"
 
 
[TAG to Goldie]

-------------- next part --------------
An HTML attachment was scrubbed...
URL: http://elsinore.net/pipermail/sodium_noir_elsinore.net/attachments/20060509/2cada412/attachment.htm