everyone's a whore
Cian nods along affably enough. "But it isn't always so easy as that. There's a..." He pauses, intentionally, to search for the right word. As he does so his eyes seem to scan the Madame's hair; the way the golden light shines off her curls. "..balance to be maintained." Between the books and the tits, between appearances and reality. Between the noise of it all and the deafening silence.
"They're all a bit like this place, aren't they? Whiffs of Frey everywhere, moans ingrained into the floorboards." He takes another sip of his drink.
"And yet, here I am." Cian replies, his tone dry and effortlessly casual. Nodding his head a fraction in agreement, the Eye downs the rest of his drink. Powerful or wealthy was it? Well, she'd see soon enough. "Don't get up, I'll see m'self out. You've done enough already."
Tipping his cap politely, the Eye would place his hands in his pockets and stroll out the front doors where, as it turned out, Finn would be waiting for him.
~FIN
"They're all a bit like this place, aren't they? Whiffs of Frey everywhere, moans ingrained into the floorboards." He takes another sip of his drink.
"And yet, here I am." Cian replies, his tone dry and effortlessly casual. Nodding his head a fraction in agreement, the Eye downs the rest of his drink. Powerful or wealthy was it? Well, she'd see soon enough. "Don't get up, I'll see m'self out. You've done enough already."
Tipping his cap politely, the Eye would place his hands in his pockets and stroll out the front doors where, as it turned out, Finn would be waiting for him.
~FIN
THE EYE
we just sell different parts of ourselves
