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Post by The Stranger on Sept 8, 2013 10:47:21 GMT -5
The Love Or Money is a recently opened brothel and tavern. Focusing on a noble client base, it offers only the very best in ale and wine, served by beautiful, and after the appropriate amount of negotiation, willing, women. It is currently a one-story building, made of stone and wood, with the bedrooms separated from the front tavern by a thick door and an off-duty Captain of the Goldcloaks named Damon Waters who serves as security.
Behind the bar sits the Madam and proprietor Barb, a matronly woman, middle-aged but still attractive. She watches the room sternly as her girls work.
OOC: Other than Barb and Damon, if you want to take an NPC who works or is a regular at the Love or Money feel free, but remember its a classy joint!
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 8, 2013 13:00:12 GMT -5
Ser Raynard Myatt enters the establishment and heads towards the Strawberry Knight. His expression appears sour but, to those who know him, this is nothing unusual.
Ser Raynard is a tall, lean man with brown hair, fading to grey at the temples. His shoulder length hair is pulled back into a loose ponytail and he wears a fine, if worn looking tunic, with a carved bronze broach in the shape of a shadowcat on it's breast.
"Hello Jon. Well done today. I thought for a moment that I had you on the second pass though" he said morosely.
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 13:39:32 GMT -5
Ser Symon Florent, heir to Brightwater Keep, swaggered into the tavern. He was a handsome man with slightly sharp features and brown hair. He wasn't much known outside of the Reach, but he was famed for his affairs. He was in his mid twenties now.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 13:43:19 GMT -5
A pretty brunette with freckles seated the party at a table with a smile.
Moving easily between the punters and the tables, she took their drinks order.
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 8, 2013 13:45:26 GMT -5
Raynard frowned a little at his compatriot's arrogance. "I don't think Lord Stark would agree, with you" he replied disapprovingly.
ooc: I mean Rickon Stark LC of the Kingsguard.
"But there were some poor jousters out there" he admitted. "One of them couldn't even set his lance correctly and the Ironborn lad was drunk" he continued, clearly annoyed. "I would have thought that the standard would be higher for such a prestigious gathering" he raised his finger at Barb, seeking a horn of ale to quench his thirst.
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 13:48:42 GMT -5
Symon grinned. He had been expecting friends, but they hadn't arrived yet, so he'd happily accept company when it was offered. These men were of significant rank to be worth his attention, he reasoned.
"Beer will be pleasant, and my thanks. I favour wine at feasts, but a man feels a fool drinking Arbor red in a tavern."
He strolled over to them and grabbed the serving girl around the waist, though not hard.
"Come sit on my lap and I'll give you a silver just to yourself."
He grinned at Turnberry.
"A pretty wench makes a tavern twice as good, does it not?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 13:55:24 GMT -5
The girl complied with what the Turnberry said, and filled his drink deftly.
She chuckled at Symon, and danced just a little out of his way so that if he wanted her he would have to get her. She gave him a playful smile though.
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 14:03:31 GMT -5
"I like beer well enough," Symon informed Jon. "But I prefer to suit my drink to my location. Beer is no good at a royal feast. We've a pale ale brewed near Horn Hill. I drink that sometimes, when I'm out wenching or drinking with my friends."
He moved towards the serving wench.
"Two silvers. And one more if you give me a kiss."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 14:08:23 GMT -5
The brown haired girl gave him a light kiss on the cheek and laughed, her blue eyes were playful and seemed to twinkle in the lights.
Another girl came to the table, as the place hadnt filled yet. She had curly, dark red hair that reached her waist and big brown eyes.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 8, 2013 14:14:58 GMT -5
No sooner has the freckled girl eluded the Strawberry Knight than another pops up in her wake, this one a dark-skinned and voluptuous Summer Islander, her long hair sleek and black, her large nipples directly visible through her thin white satin dress. This really was a classy establishment - Barb was truly a master of her line of work.
"Heya Mr Pointy-Stick," she coos in an accent that suggests she is at least second-generation King's Landing, coming and settling herself down next to him and placing a hand on his knee. "You've had quite the day haven't you?"
She smiles wickedly, looking him directly in the eyes.
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Post by Marie on Sept 8, 2013 14:15:59 GMT -5
Symon jangled his purse as he took a seat, then pulled hte girl onto his lap.
"The reward might go up," he whispered.
He looked over at Jon.
"A stranger is always worthy of notice, I believe. I will be pleased to keep you company for the time being. I've got other things to do besides wench and drink at home, but here, well, I may as well have some fun."
He winked.
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Post by Horas on Sept 8, 2013 14:24:09 GMT -5
A thin and curvy girl with blonde hair and large blue eyes claims Ser Jon's empty lap, giving the Summer Island girl an annoyed look as she does so. Her silky green dress reveals more than it covers.
"Ooh, you're a knight?" The girl coos, "How brave! I have to close my eyes during the joust, my heart races so much."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Sept 8, 2013 14:31:04 GMT -5
The Summer Islander leans in to whisper something in Turnberry's ear when the skinny bitch usurps her new man's lap.
"Run along Val," she warns the other girl. "I've got this one."
She looks back to the Strawberry Knight offering him a smile sweeter than honey and dirtier than manure, running her hand slowly up the outside of his leg.
"Haven't I, darling?"
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Post by Tynian Lannister on Sept 8, 2013 14:35:26 GMT -5
Raynard rolls his eyes as the wenches flock round his red-haired companion. He studied Symon out of the corner of his eyes. Far Reach knights could be as prickly as the dornish at times and he was relieved when Jon didn't choose to take issue with him over the girl's affections. He was hotheaded enough to have done so usually.
He took another sip of his ale and tried not to stare at provocatively dressed women, remembering his Cassie back home with a smile.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 8, 2013 14:36:22 GMT -5
Symon jangled his purse as he took a seat, then pulled hte girl onto his lap. "The reward might go up," he whispered. He looked over at Jon. "A stranger is always worthy of notice, I believe. I will be pleased to keep you company for the time being. I've got other things to do besides wench and drink at home, but here, well, I may as well have some fun." He winked. The girl sat on his lap and very slowly ran her hand up and down his leg while her other one played with his hair gently. She had a very different style to the other whore in a less slutty way. |
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Hope you all are well and happy.