Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
A brothel was the last place she had expected the Tidebreaker to choose for their dinner. Though her time spent in the Dusklight had taught her that more than the expected things usually were on offer in establishments like these, it was not without a degree of apprehension that the pale little woman followed Hadama inside. She was glad for the elegance (and the coverage) her velvet gown offered. If the stares of students had made her self-conscious before, in here they took on a completely different meaning - of a nature that would be deeply unsettling if she'd not had other things to distract herself with. Like food.
"They must be extraordinary if to make you come to a place like this," she murmured so only Hadama might hear, faking a stiff smile at the winking hostess as they were led to a table. "Are you sure your reputation can withstand this, though? Being seen with anyone in an establishment of this nature, let alone someone as ill favored as me..?" Word had a way of spreading, and the most innocent of visits could be twisted way out of proportion as stories traveled.
Determined to keep her eyes away from the multitude of exposed skin, Maea bowed her neck over the menu. At some point she had dropped the glamour, allowing candlelight to gleam on the curve of horns and snag on the point of a sharp fang as she looked up to the waitor to place her order. "The fish plate, please. And a white wine of your recommendation... not too dry."
As the waitor left she leaned back in her seat, questing for something to rest her eyes on that wasn't sultry or seductive. In the end, she settled for the carved border near the ceiling; it took her a while to realize that even those held suggestive shapes that drew a flush into her cheeks.
"They must be extraordinary if to make you come to a place like this," she murmured so only Hadama might hear, faking a stiff smile at the winking hostess as they were led to a table. "Are you sure your reputation can withstand this, though? Being seen with anyone in an establishment of this nature, let alone someone as ill favored as me..?" Word had a way of spreading, and the most innocent of visits could be twisted way out of proportion as stories traveled.
Determined to keep her eyes away from the multitude of exposed skin, Maea bowed her neck over the menu. At some point she had dropped the glamour, allowing candlelight to gleam on the curve of horns and snag on the point of a sharp fang as she looked up to the waitor to place her order. "The fish plate, please. And a white wine of your recommendation... not too dry."
As the waitor left she leaned back in her seat, questing for something to rest her eyes on that wasn't sultry or seductive. In the end, she settled for the carved border near the ceiling; it took her a while to realize that even those held suggestive shapes that drew a flush into her cheeks.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
