PHOEBE
Phoebe's head tilted slightly, listening as he described the girl. She really was an awful wretch, thinking she could get away with insulting Dudley, his father, and the Madame of the brothel. "Hm. A shame but...well, Miwa will be sure to wipe that girl from his memory. And if she tries to start insulting my workers...I think she will find no one can spread meaner gossip than a prostitute." she said with a light laugh. They worked in an intimate line of work, all bets were off really when it came to the things they would and could say, and their skin was as tough as dragon hide. Really, Phoebe hoped for her sake that the girl wouldn't think about messing with them. She would lose. Horribly.
Elias continued to press her and the Madame suddenly found herself...tired. Very tired. Not because he pointed out she could use help but because...it suddenly felt so hollow. The nice words, the pretty compliments, the eagerness to please...this really had been the endgame he had been after the whole time, hadn't it? "All fair points, Elias, but you are missing the bigger picture here." Phoebe said as she stood, holding her drink in both hands. Slowly she began to walk back towards the door of the brothel. "You see, Frey has asked me to protect the people that work here. No one here has quite the relationship I have with them - it is part of why I was asked to do this. Because you see...if anyone tries to hurt or take advantage of my workers..." she paused at the door, turning her face to smile warmly at Elias. "I shall call upon Frey to come down and smite them where they stand." It was a major threat - not at Elias per se, but in general - made only more imposing by the sweet smile on her lips.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." she said, disappearing back into the brothel.
-- FIN
Elias continued to press her and the Madame suddenly found herself...tired. Very tired. Not because he pointed out she could use help but because...it suddenly felt so hollow. The nice words, the pretty compliments, the eagerness to please...this really had been the endgame he had been after the whole time, hadn't it? "All fair points, Elias, but you are missing the bigger picture here." Phoebe said as she stood, holding her drink in both hands. Slowly she began to walk back towards the door of the brothel. "You see, Frey has asked me to protect the people that work here. No one here has quite the relationship I have with them - it is part of why I was asked to do this. Because you see...if anyone tries to hurt or take advantage of my workers..." she paused at the door, turning her face to smile warmly at Elias. "I shall call upon Frey to come down and smite them where they stand." It was a major threat - not at Elias per se, but in general - made only more imposing by the sweet smile on her lips.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." she said, disappearing back into the brothel.
-- FIN
You thought you'd watch me fade away
When you broke me into pieces
But I gave I gave each piece a name
