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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 13, 2013 12:53:14 GMT -5
Melyssa shook her head slowly, with a small scowl,"as I said, tricks..."
"Unlike myself, I don't have to enhance my beauty by baiting others...",she raised her eyebrow and smirked. "I can be noticed by just sitting here."
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 12:55:06 GMT -5
"Oh can you now?" Nymeria asked, only now noticing that Melyssa didn't even wear makeup. "I would like to see a demonstration of that, my dear."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 13, 2013 12:58:16 GMT -5
Her skin flawless without the need of makeup, she smiled,"I'm already doing it..."
"I did it when I walked in here, I was already seen by every man in this room before you entered. That is the reward of being early, my dear." She sipped her wine again.
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Post by Marie on Oct 13, 2013 12:58:36 GMT -5
A brawny man entered the tavern. He was tall, with fair skin, golden hair and blue eyes. He was the most handsome man either girl had seen. His tunic clung to his shoulders and muscular arms, while his thighs bulged against his tight breeches, while his codpiece indicated that he might be well endowed.
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 13:00:40 GMT -5
"And yet when I entered they all turned to me..." She said, before pausing, her eyes going wide at the sight of the man. She immediately put a smile on her face and tried to catch his eyes, making herself sit in an alluring pose.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 13, 2013 13:04:25 GMT -5
Ignoring Nym's last comment, Melyssa saw the handsome man that entered the inn, she smirked and looked at him, trying to see what house he belonged to, with blond hair and blue eyes it could only be a house of the West, she wasn't sure.
Not changing her confident posture, Melyssa still looked up the man with her soft lilac eyes and smiled.
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Post by Marie on Oct 13, 2013 13:09:19 GMT -5
The man's tunic was black trimmed with white, his breeches striped red and gold. The sigil emblazoned on his tunic was three feathers, red, white and gold.
As the girls watched, the man went to get a drink, exchanging a bawdy joke with a serving maid as he did so.
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 13:11:36 GMT -5
Nymeria decided it was time to act and got up, walking slowly up to the man, her hips shaking. She stopped a few feet away from him and gave a small and cute wave with her fingers.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 13, 2013 13:16:24 GMT -5
Melyssa saw the sigil of House Cockshaw, she shook head slowly, a man from the Reach. SHe was almost content to let Nymeria win this round.
The Dornish pride in her almost took over to concede but she then sat back in her chair, her legs still crossed eyeing the handsome knight. SHe held her glass and motioned for him to come over.
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Post by Marie on Oct 13, 2013 13:22:37 GMT -5
The man looked from one to the other, his gaze filled with lust as he gazed first upon Nymeria and then Melyssa. After a moment he approached Nymeria. "Maybe tomorrow, wench." He strode towards Melyssa. "Hello, my sweetling."
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 13, 2013 13:25:50 GMT -5
Melyssa winked at Nymeria and then greeted the knight,"Hello Ser, I see you are from House Cockshaw, yes? I have heard the have great knights there."
"Please sit, I have never had a conversation with a Reachman before, especially a knight." She smiled at him.
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 13:26:45 GMT -5
Nymeria pouted, quickly following the man and sitting beside Melyssa, legs crossed openly, her eyes on Cockshaw. "I am no wench," She said, pushing her chest out.
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Post by Marie on Oct 13, 2013 13:33:22 GMT -5
Dickon seemed about to say something to Melyssa when Nymeria interrupted.
"All women are wenches. And you didn't tell me your name, and I must call you something. Wench." He grinned at her.
"I never had no conversation with you, either," he told Melyssa, "You're awfully clever, I bet. I have the honour to be Ser Dickon Cockshaw, the greatest knight in the Mander Reach."
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Post by Flex on Oct 13, 2013 13:35:08 GMT -5
Nymeria fought the frown from her face, knowing she would have to go about this some other way.
"Well... maybe I can be your wench then, hmmm?" She asked, licking her lips a little and leaning more forward, to let him glance deep into her cleavage.
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Post by Prince Evan Martell on Oct 13, 2013 13:36:01 GMT -5
"Clever, why Ser I happen to excel at it as you just saw", she smiled at his compliment then introduced them,"Ser Dickon, this young woman, who is protesting your label of wench upon her is Lady Nymeria Lannister and I am Lady Melyssa Dayne. We were looking for something to do this evening."
She saw Nym's shameless approach to give the man a look at her cleavage and sipped her wine in distaste snd shot a look at Ser Cockshaw as if to say I am not really with her.
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Hope you all are well and happy.