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Post by The Smith on Dec 11, 2009 15:41:47 GMT -5
Alette shook her head, "I am never allowed to leave this house, and no one would dare fight in here. The Eunuchs would not allow it." Her hands moved slowly over his back, and then faster as she decided something, "I will admit a deep secret to you, I have always wanted to learn the art of war. Man, after man have come through our doors, and I ask each about swords and battle."
She lowered her lips, and kissed down the back of his neck delicately three times. "Do not worry, that interest has never hampered the skill of my touch."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 11, 2009 15:50:12 GMT -5
"It is probably strange for a man of my position to confess this but I fight to live not live to fight. It is the only way a man of my position can advance himself," he says softly before asking, "would you leave this house if you were allowed?" as the oils and Alette's kisses relaxed his knotted muscles.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 11, 2009 15:55:44 GMT -5
Alette tensed for a moment, and she lowered her head to kiss his neck again, her hands never paused. She brought her mouth to his ear and kissed again, "There are things it is best not to speak of in this house." Then she giggled, and added, "I will need your help if I am to work on your legs and hind."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 11, 2009 16:01:52 GMT -5
"Of course," Kenneth said complying with both her instructions, although it was obvious that the Knight was still thinking about the girl's freedom.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 11, 2009 16:08:18 GMT -5
Moving down to his thighs she began to stroke the oil into his muscles. Her hands rubbed around her lower legs completely, and she asked, "How did that battle come down to champions? And how did you get to be the champion for your armies?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 11, 2009 16:19:22 GMT -5
"My understanding is that the Pentos Magisters voted for it to happen in the hopes of saving some lives. I became Champion because I volunteered and bested one other man who wanted the honor."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 11, 2009 17:35:38 GMT -5
Alette's hands moved down his legs, and giggled slightly, "So many men come in here, and brag of all their conquests in the greatest of details. With you it is quite an effort to get more then two words about your accomplishments. It is quite attractive."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 11, 2009 19:33:48 GMT -5
Kenneth laughed, "well I was raised to believe that a man's fortunes rise and fall with the tides but a man's character should be built to withstand any sea. For it is the only thing that will keep you a float when times are tough."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 11, 2009 19:56:12 GMT -5
Alette stroked her fingers around the sides of his feet as she spoke. "You were taught well. I have heard of such nobility of character but rarely seen it."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 12, 2009 1:02:37 GMT -5
Kenneth laughed, "well its still early its easy to be noble when you have nothing and little hope of obtaining more."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 12, 2009 1:42:44 GMT -5
She brushed her lips against his thigh, and kissed him lightly. "I doubt many nobles would agree nobility and poverty are constant companions."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 12, 2009 11:05:28 GMT -5
Kenneth doesn't say anything but nods in semblance of agreement.
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Kenneth spends an enjoyable two hours with Alette before getting up to leave and heading back down stairs.
He asks a Eunuch if he can see the owner of the pleasure house.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 12, 2009 11:28:38 GMT -5
The Eunuch grunts, and takes him through several doors to speak with an older matronly woman. "I run this house." Her eyes seemed to take a very precise measure of him.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 12, 2009 11:33:03 GMT -5
"Is it true that Alette's father sold her because of a debt he owed?" Kenneth asked not entirely sure if he could trust what the woman had told him.
[Novice-Deception to see if she is lying]
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Post by The Smith on Dec 12, 2009 11:41:53 GMT -5
The woman suddenly frowned at him, "This is none of your concern young man. You are not the first westerosi who has looked down their nose at my kind, nor will you be the last."
[She appears to be telling the truth]
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Hope you all are well and happy.