I get them all worked up and down on their knees, you see
There were plenty of things that went into rebuilding a brothel beyond construction. Furnishings, booze, and food just scratched the surface. There was only one person she knew who could get her that and more. For a price, of course. It was a good thing she had plenty to offer. The letter asking for a meeting was sent a few days prior and once she got confirmation from the captain, Maeve didn't waste any time on setting up a meeting for the coming days.
Remembering her encounter with his last time, she was sure to dress to his tastes. A corset cinched tight on her waist that pushed up her breasts to provide an ample eyeful, a skirt with a high slit that flashed more than enough skin, and a pretty little choker around her throat. Not that she was worried her trade wouldn't be enough to garner his attention, but every little bit helped. Especially when you were a part of the deal.
Her heels click along the dock, mixing with the din of the port as she approaches the Ark, easily gliding up the plank until she was on the deck of the ship. A quick look around and a question tossed to one of the crew has her heading in the direction of his quarters, pausing at the door to knock delicately on the worn wood, letting her signature smile curl on painted lips I'm preparation for her greeting.
Remembering her encounter with his last time, she was sure to dress to his tastes. A corset cinched tight on her waist that pushed up her breasts to provide an ample eyeful, a skirt with a high slit that flashed more than enough skin, and a pretty little choker around her throat. Not that she was worried her trade wouldn't be enough to garner his attention, but every little bit helped. Especially when you were a part of the deal.
Her heels click along the dock, mixing with the din of the port as she approaches the Ark, easily gliding up the plank until she was on the deck of the ship. A quick look around and a question tossed to one of the crew has her heading in the direction of his quarters, pausing at the door to knock delicately on the worn wood, letting her signature smile curl on painted lips I'm preparation for her greeting.
They take my fingers in their mouths like it's poetry
Maeve
