Post by Avalon Eldouir on Mar 25, 2024 15:36:30 GMT -5
[For Peter Kingsley - before the ball]
Avalon had grown increasingly tired of sitting around the Eldouir estate and keeping an eye on Azazel. You could only sleep with your relative so many times before it became boring. Okay, boring was an overstatement, because he was exciting and dominating, but she wanted something new. So with her hair dyed a dark colour, to hide the vibrant red, the Eldouir set off to the city. She had heard that the House of the Blessed was under new management, and she still remembered the brothel from before she left.
Her dark hair loosely framed her face, the soft curls bouncing with each step she took. When she opened the door, she saw that not only the name of the establishment had changed, but the interior and the decor as well. There was a stage, and someone was performing. She stood in the doorframe a few seconds, looking at the act, before walking inside towards a table and sitting down. She let her eyes wander over the room, and they caught a redhead. She was a little confused, but quickly realised this was dyed hair. A little smile appeared on her face, both from excitement of seeing red hair, as well as from imagining killing her for acting as if she was an Eldouir. She wouldn't, at least not for now. Once the Eldouir ruled Lotendale again, she would have all the time she wanted to do something about this phoney. She assumed she must be one of the prostitutes. No same person would try to look like an Eldouir. Then who else... Who were the ones on the menu here?
After sitting and watching the show about ten minutes, she got up from her chair and walked over to the bar. "Red wine please, and please point out who is up for sale around here."
Avalon had grown increasingly tired of sitting around the Eldouir estate and keeping an eye on Azazel. You could only sleep with your relative so many times before it became boring. Okay, boring was an overstatement, because he was exciting and dominating, but she wanted something new. So with her hair dyed a dark colour, to hide the vibrant red, the Eldouir set off to the city. She had heard that the House of the Blessed was under new management, and she still remembered the brothel from before she left.
Her dark hair loosely framed her face, the soft curls bouncing with each step she took. When she opened the door, she saw that not only the name of the establishment had changed, but the interior and the decor as well. There was a stage, and someone was performing. She stood in the doorframe a few seconds, looking at the act, before walking inside towards a table and sitting down. She let her eyes wander over the room, and they caught a redhead. She was a little confused, but quickly realised this was dyed hair. A little smile appeared on her face, both from excitement of seeing red hair, as well as from imagining killing her for acting as if she was an Eldouir. She wouldn't, at least not for now. Once the Eldouir ruled Lotendale again, she would have all the time she wanted to do something about this phoney. She assumed she must be one of the prostitutes. No same person would try to look like an Eldouir. Then who else... Who were the ones on the menu here?
After sitting and watching the show about ten minutes, she got up from her chair and walked over to the bar. "Red wine please, and please point out who is up for sale around here."
