Mally's Whorehouse

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A girl smiled at him. "Is m'lord here to have me?"

[sethgreyjoy]

"Perhaps..." He said, leaning on his elbows. "How old are you?" He asked her.

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The girl was petite, with red curls and bright eyes. "Fourteen," she purred and slid into his laps. "M'lord won't find another sweeter than me."

[sethgreyjoy]

"While I am entirely sure that is the case, m'dear, I am here for my men's benefit. I was hoping to speak with the proprietor if at all possible." He lifted a handful of silver coins out of his sleeve. "Be a dear and fetch her, will you?"

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The girl took his silver and winked. "Next time I'll convince you." And she sashayed up the stairs and disappeared. A few moments later Mally came down.

"Mortimer," she smiled. "I'm sorry I couldn't come for your performance. How was it?"

[sethgreyjoy]

"Lackluster. The Lord who funded me spent most of the time drunk and dandying women, while his wife looked on in horror. It ended with her slapping him and taking his children away during my rendition of "The Bridges of Mourning". All in all, I did very well."

He smiled. "How have things been?"

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"Your lord would have better spent his time and money here," Mally laughed. "As for me, it has been interesting. Prince Steffon invited me for wine, and I saw a ferocious Blackwood knight try to kill him for attempted murder. Perhaps you heard of it, it's been all over the city."

She served him chilled beer.

[sethgreyjoy]

"Hmm, unfortunately no. I was too busy with Blackwoods of my own." He sighed. "Care to converse over a cup of wine, love? My head is pounding."

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"I thought you didn't like my wine, so I gave you beer," Mally said teasingly. "You're as fussy as an old woman." She tilted a bottle of wine over an empty cup and filled it. "Now, who is this Blackwood you've been busy with?"

[sethgreyjoy]

"Lord Blackwood himself, the fucker." He drank a deep draft. "I about lost some precious body parts that night. But all is better now. Which is kind of why I am here."

He drained the last of his cup and offered it out to be refilled.

"You see. I have a very reclusive client who wish for a certain matter be settled, and it just so happens that I'm sending three of my best men to do it. It's quite perilous, so I figure I should give them the Royal Treatment."

He tapped his fingers against the table. "So I want them to enjoy themselves, as they might never feel a woman's flesh again." He sighed. "Expenses are of no import."

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"You mean the Whisperer, Lord Horas," Mally chided. "Lord Blackwood himself, the fucker, is Warren Blackwood. Though perhaps they're all fuckers. Highborn lords are born with pride and lies stuck up their arses." A tiny frown appeared between her brows, before her face was smooth and smiling again. She refilled his glass.

Mally tilted her head. "You interest me all the time. Who is this you speak of?"

[sethgreyjoy]

"Your woman-tricks won't work on me dear. I have a certain negation to them. All I want is for these men to have the night of their lives before they do something for my selfish reasons."

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"Three hundred dragons and a hundred silver stags."

[sethgreyjoy]

"Sorry, dear." He sighed and drank from the new glass. "I'm here for my men. But I do have a rather good prospect for you." He smiled and leaned towards her, whispering into her ear.

He sat back. "And your answer?"

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Mally smiled and shrugged modestly. "You are kind. But not too kind." She grinned wickedly and clapped her hands once. Six astonishingly lovely girls came into the room. Two of them took each of Mortimer's men. Dusky Hattaya was already nibbling on Fryse's ear.

"Tonight it's on the house, love," Mally said.