[Sodium_noir] A saturday in Darktown

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Maurice, Goldie
Serpent, Whore
The Chaste Dragon

>
>"Oh, we're different alright baby!" She said, breathing in his
>smoke and letting a an expression of satisfaction come over
>her. "Our boy, Panic, he's a sweetie. He's got ideas about the
>game, very different ideas from the average Pimp. It's because
>he was raised by .... women of a certain profession." The last
>phrase is clearly something she had heard others use rather
>than her own way of speaking.
>
 
Maurice took in the exquisite beauty before him. His eyes slid over
her body, lingered on her breasts, looked as they slowly rose and fell
to
the beating of her heart, as it pumped her blood through her veins. And
then 
his eyes slowly slid up to look into her eyes. His eyes stared into
hers. 
So much had changed since he had become a loa. Once her beauty would 
have taken him in and filled him with desire. But it was only a body. It
would 
give in to time, falter and crumble to dust. Oh, it could provide him
with that
sweet nectar. The essence of life. But he had lost a real desire for
another
body. He still was very much able to pretend, though. The mind, on the
other
hand, that was something that never would stop fascinating him. A slight
smile 
played around his lips. Before answering, he took another deep puff from
his cigar
and blew the smoke in her general direction, taking care not to blow it
right into her face.
 
"Sso, 'e wass raissed by 'oress? Ssat explainss a lot." 
He stopped, thinking. Three years before the ownership of this bordello
suddenly changed. 
And the boy Panic became a factor in local politics. But before that
something else nested 
here. He never had come to the bordello when the old owners were still
in control. At that time
he had enough to do to consolidate the filles after his 'becoming'. And
Papa Saturday
had warned him, that here the worst slaves of the Aeons resided. Lured
by the promise of freedom
they had been enslaved in chains of iron and pain. Opening your eyes and
then let them be
shut again, was a worse crime than never opening them at all. There had
been whores here
even then...
 
He raised his eyebrows. "Wass 'e raissed up 'ere? Amongst sse 'ores of
sse bordello?" And was
he the last survivor of those that chained themselves to demons, Maurice
wondered.
 
[TAG Goldielocks]
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