everyone's a whore
Cian was no stranger to brothels. When run well they were more lucrative than many other businesses. Tongues wagged as balls sagged, and the Eye had found that information came just as easily as many of the men within. Women too, though they were better at keeping their secrets even when their legs were open.
But it wasn't for the service that the Eye found himself at the door of the Halenani, but for its proprietor. Unfolding a piece of paper from his pocket, Cian glanced down to ensure he had both the correct name and location. It made sense of course, a would-be demigoddess of Frey's running a brothel, but even so, it wouldn't really surprise Cian if one day Finn sent him on some wild goose chase.
Of course that assumed Finn had a sense of humour.
Today, Cian was dressed rather unassumingly. Wearing a fitted and flattering chambray shirt over neatly-pressed beige shorts, the Eye looked...well, almost approachable. Almost.
Opening the door and breathing in the scents of sex and mischief within, Cian let it clang closed behind him and waited to be received by whoever was on shift.
But it wasn't for the service that the Eye found himself at the door of the Halenani, but for its proprietor. Unfolding a piece of paper from his pocket, Cian glanced down to ensure he had both the correct name and location. It made sense of course, a would-be demigoddess of Frey's running a brothel, but even so, it wouldn't really surprise Cian if one day Finn sent him on some wild goose chase.
Of course that assumed Finn had a sense of humour.
Today, Cian was dressed rather unassumingly. Wearing a fitted and flattering chambray shirt over neatly-pressed beige shorts, the Eye looked...well, almost approachable. Almost.
Opening the door and breathing in the scents of sex and mischief within, Cian let it clang closed behind him and waited to be received by whoever was on shift.
THE EYE
we just sell different parts of ourselves
