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Post by Crystal on Apr 6, 2020 6:23:21 GMT
Natasha silently made her way into the main area within the brothel, meant for the clients to meet the entertainers who were free in order to pick the ones they wanted. Her dirty blonde hair fell in waves over her shoulders, covering one of her dark caramel colored eyes as she leaned against a corner to survey the room. Today was the day, one way or another she was going to leave this world she had been dragged into.
Natasha had been in the business for some time and her powers were one of which that brought money in for the keeper. It wouldn’t be easy for her to leave, but she was tired of being a toy only for others’ gain. She just had to find the right client, one she could trick into paying for her freedom or one she could use as a diversion long enough for her to escape without anyone realizing until later. Her gaze glanced over each of the clients there, some she had seen before and a few she had not. The question was, who would be her target today?
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Post by eragon on Apr 11, 2020 23:04:18 GMT
Jamie pushed open the door of the brothel, feeling a rush of warm air drift past him and escape into the chilly evening air as he did so. He pulled the door shut behind him, safeguarding the space from the cold outside, and scanned the room. He wasn't a regular by any means, though he had been here a time or two before. The brothel provided the sort of anonymous exchange of goods that he sometimes desired in his profession; for a small price, his needs were met, and he didn't need to worry about whatever girl he was with wanting to know anything about him beyond the amount of coin in his pocket. It was a matter of convenience and simplicity, really.
Being more attractive than some of the other clientele that the brothel serviced, Jamie had never really had a problem getting whatever girl he desired for the night, and as he walked further into the room, he looked over the women lounging in the main area. After giving a few of them a once over, his eyes met with Natasha's as she herself searched for a prospective client, and he flashed her a small smirk, letting his gaze drift briefly over her body before looking back to meet her eyes.
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Post by Crystal on Apr 11, 2020 23:37:52 GMT
Natasha’s dark eyes blinked and looked towards the door as it opened, her brow raising at the sight of the man that entered as she took in his features. He certainly didn’t look like the others that frequented the brothel, someone with his looks surely wouldn’t have a problem finding a woman who would join him for the night. Curiosity took hold of her as she wondered why he would come to such a place, if it was for another reason or maybe he was only there to be sure that the women who may spend the night with him didn’t want more than that.
The corner of her lips turned up a bit to form a small flirtatious smirk as his dark eyes met hers. A glint of mischief appeared in her gaze as she watched him take in her form in the same way she had done to him when he first entered the establishment. Maybe he could be the one to help her out of this place or if anything be more entertainment for her than the other clientele that were in the brothel at the moment.
Natasha slowly made her way over to Jamie with a slight sway in her hips as she glided over to his form. “Well hello there,” She began with a teasing hint to her voice, her eyes traced over him once more making sure he knew she was taking in every detail before looking into his eyes once more, “what is a dashing man such as yourself doing in a place such as this?”
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Post by eragon on Apr 15, 2020 19:00:29 GMT
Jamie watched Natasha's body, taking in the soft sway of her hips and flutter of her dress as she made her way over to him. Before she had arrived in front of him, he had already made the decision that she would do; she was beautiful and moved with a grace and confidence that suggested her capabilities in the bedroom, and that was all he really wanted.
"Hello there," he said, repeating her greeting and watching with somewhat detached interest as she looked him over. He knew he was attractive, and he didn't need her gaze to confirm that. Jamie lifted a hand to brush a stray strand of hair from her face and then let his hand slide down her arm, fingertips gently grazing her skin. "I think we both know the answer to that, don't we? Or are you referring to the fact that compared to everyone else here tonight," he said with a glance around the room, "I might as well be a god."
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Post by Crystal on Apr 16, 2020 2:07:34 GMT
Natasha stood still as Jamie reached his hand up to her face to brush back a strand of her blonde, keeping eye contact with him as he did so. She was use to this treatment, though she couldn’t help the slight shiver that made its way up her spin as his fingers lightly traced down her arm. Once his light fingertips left her arm she carefully reached up and gently rested her forearms on his shoulders, letting her hands rest limply behind his neck.
It took every ounce of control she had to hide the chuckle that wanted to leave her lips at his statement. Sure he was attractive, certainly more so than the others there currently, but a god? A smirk formed on her lips at the thought; he wasn’t the only attractive man she had seen walk through those doors, she just didn’t see them as often as the regular clientele. Plus, usually the other girls would jump at the chance to be with them before her and she was left with the harder clients. Her dark eyes blinked as she let the thought pass, if she wanted to get out of this place she would just have to play along and indulge him in this thought.
“I suppose one would say that,” She replied teasingly before leaning in ever so slightly closer to his form and continued in a soft voice, “you just seem like a man who would have no trouble getting any girl you want. So why come here? Unless you wanted no strings attached and even easier prey? Though I’m sure that would be for the best, it would be such a shame for a god like you to be tied down.”
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Post by eragon on Apr 19, 2020 18:15:02 GMT
Jamie watched her intently for any indication of her thoughts about his self-boasting statement as she stepped closer and rested her forearms on his shoulders. The smirk that grew on her lips suggested she had found it amusing, which was a response that he wasn't entirely disinclined toward; he'd been half-joking, though he did have a tendency to be a little full of himself.
As she leaned in closer to him, he pressed his hands to the sides of her hips, drawing her closer than she'd perhaps intended and maintaining eye contact with her. "That's not usually a problem for me, no," he answered, then craned his head to whisper in her ear. "I have to agree that it'd be a shame for me to be tied down, but as for my reasons for being here, I'm afraid that's above your pay-grade, darling. Now, perhaps there's somewhere more private we could continue this?" He drew back, looking at her expectantly.
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Post by Crystal on Apr 22, 2020 23:18:30 GMT
Natasha’s eyes blinked in slight surprise as he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her even closer to his form. After a moment her smirk grew a bit in response and a playful look formed in her eyes at his answer. Though at the statement of why he was there being above her pay grade made her brow raise slightly, a glint of curiosity in her eyes. She took no offense to his statement, ignoring it in the same way she did when other men had spoken worse to her, but she couldn’t help becoming curious of this man.
As he asked for more privacy she nodded her head and removed her forearms from his shoulders. Her fingers gently traced down from his shoulders to his hands, carefully intertwining her fingers with his as she held one of his hands. She then turned and led him up to her room so they could have a little more privacy from the others in the main room. As they entered her room she released his hand and closed the door behind them.
“I suppose the first thing to speak about is price,” She stated as she turned back to Jamie then walked towards him and gently placed her hands on his chest, carefully guiding him backwards towards her bed as she continued, “you are lucky, for I have a deal tonight.” Once to the bed she gently offered him to sit as she propositioned him. “Tonight, I will give you whatever you want, do whatever you want, show you whatever you want,” She explained to him, giving slight emphasis to the word show as she spoke, and looked deep into his gaze as she continued, “all I ask for in return is freedom from this place.”
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Post by eragon on Apr 23, 2020 17:25:04 GMT
Jamie allowed her to take his hand and lead him up the stairs to her room. His other hand ghosted over the banister, simply brushing over the wood rather than holding it for support, and he glanced briefly at the intermingled bodies still in the main room and now below them before returning his gaze to the back of Natasha's body.
As they walked into the room, his attention was once again diverted for a few moments as he took in their new surroundings but soon returned to Natasha when she moved back toward him and placed her hands on his chest. Jamie let her guide him back toward the bed, lifting his hands to place over hers and weaving their fingers together. He didn't mind when she brought up the matter of her price, and he was about to suggest a payment that he'd come to consider standard for this sort of company when she continued speaking. Initially, he just raised his brows in surprise at the prospect of a deal, but as she revealed that she was seeking freedom, Jamie abruptly halted walking backward.
He looked at her more closely now and in a way that he hadn't since arriving. His gaze now was less lustful, flirtatious and more calculating, analyzing. "Why do you seek freedom? Is this not something that you chose and could walk away from on your own if you desired?" Although they were no longer moving toward the bed, their fingers were still twined together over his chest.
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Post by Crystal on Apr 24, 2020 4:43:06 GMT
Natasha froze as Jamie abruptly halted, a hint of worry forming in her eyes. She hoped that she had picked the right man to help her leave this place and not one who would turn to the brothel owner. Her dark caramel eyes searched his as the lust lessened in his gaze, curious of his response. She then blinked a bit taken aback by Jamie’s questions and finally broke eye contact with him to look down at her fingers twined with his.
“I know some of the women downstairs chose this life but I did not,” She began then let a soft sigh slip from her lips and held his hands a bit tighter as she continued, “I was sold to the owner because of my powers of illusion, being able to show the clients what they want has allowed me to charge more than the other girls which has brought the owner more money. I can’t just leave if I wanted to, the owner would never allow that.”
Her gaze slowly returned to Jamie’s and she carefully untwined one of her hands, raising it up to gently rest on his cheek. “So will you help me? Like I said I can and will do whatever you want,” She reminded him then gently rubbed her thumb over his cheek and let a glint of mischief flash in her eyes as she continued curiously, “now that you know I can create illusions, I can show you anything you want to see. What is your deepest fantasy?”
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Post by eragon on Apr 28, 2020 22:20:06 GMT
The emotions that flitted across Natasha's face before she looked away gave her answer up without her needing to say anything, but Jamie remained silent and let her speak without interruption anyway. When she had finished, he lifted a hand to pull hers away from his face and said, "I'll not lie with a woman who doesn't want it... I will help you, but I don't understand what power the owner has to keep you here. There are no locks on your door, no chains on your wrists preventing you from leaving. What is there to allow? You could walk out of the door as easily as I, it seems."
Jamie's offer of help was not entirely selfless; the powers that she mentioned, if too strong, could prove a danger that needed controlling, and if that were the case, then the Paragon was the best place for her to be. This certainly hadn't been how he'd expected the night to pan out, and the last thing he needed right now was more work, but it would be an unnecessary risk to leave Natasha here unattended. Jamie chewed on his lip for a moment, considering, and then said, "Show me something. Anything. I want to see how your powers work."
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Post by Crystal on Apr 29, 2020 5:07:07 GMT
Natasha’s brow raised a bit in slight surprise at his comment about not lying with a woman who doesn’t want it, how chivalrous. “How kind of you but I never said I didn’t want it with you, I wouldn’t have implied it in my deal with you if I didn’t intend on going through with it. Besides, I’m not sure what woman wouldn’t want to lie with a god,” She stated teasingly and let a small smirk form across her lips for a moment. Though her smirk faded slightly as she took in his statement of how she could just walk out the door with nothing holding her back and glanced away once more as she mumbled, “I could try to waltz out the door but then I’ve been told I don’t exactly need my tongue to do my job, all I need is a pretty face and body.”
She then cleared her throat as she pulled herself back into the moment and looked back up into Jamie’s eyes. She nodded her head in understanding with his curiosity and stepped back away from him. Her dark eyes glanced around the room as she thought of what illusion to create, a small smile forming on her lips as an idea came to mind. She closed her eyes for a moment in focus as her idea would include creating an illusion for the whole room.
After a moment there was a slight shimmer as the room around them turned into a lush tropical garden with a small waterfall in the back corner of the room that cascaded into a small stream that weaved around where the edges of the room would be, leaving only the bed left unchanged. Her eyes opened once more and she turned to Jamie with the small smirk forming on her lips once more. “Well? What do you think?” She asked as she gestured to the garden around them then looked back to Jamie while she made her way over to the bed to sit and continued to explain with a slight sigh, “This is only possible though because you know I can create illusions, unfortunately.”
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Post by eragon on May 7, 2020 17:36:59 GMT
"Well, perhaps if we get you out of here something can be arranged; it would be a missed opportunity for you, really," Jamie said, then continued with a bit of a frown, "I'd argue that this is a job you need your tongue for. I'll grant that you could probably manage alright without speaking, but tongues have other important uses, you know."
He probably would have continued describing the various important things that tongues could be used for in this business, but his train of thought was lost as the room around them suddenly transformed into a beautiful garden. Jamie spun slowly in a circle, taking in the lush greenery and waterfall, and reached out to rub a couple of leaves between his fingers before returning his gaze to Natasha. "So... I can only see this because I know it's an illusion, or is it because I know you can create illusions? What if someone knows you can create illusions but isn't expecting you to create one, could you still fool them?" The line between whether her power was dangerous or not was thin and, in his opinion, hinged upon his second question.
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Post by Crystal on May 8, 2020 4:02:38 GMT
Natasha placed her hands behind her on the bed then leaned back on them and crossed her leg over the other as she looked him over once more with a chuckle, “Oh I’m sure it would be a missed opportunity, especially for you.” As Jamie responded to the threat she had been given if she was caught trying to leave, her brow raised a bit. She supposed that is true, there were many things she could do with her tongue. The thoughts brought a dark and mischievous glint to her eyes as she looked at him.
Natasha watched Jamie as he looked around the room at her creation and let a small smirk return to her lips triumphantly. Although the person she was with had to know it was an illusion, she took pride in how well they usually came out. She blinked at his questions and took them in for a moment as she thought through her answers before she spoke. “I suppose you could say it is a little of both, though it works better if you know I am creating the illusion,” She began and glanced away from him as she answered his second question in a slight mumble, “let’s just say I got that threat because I have already tried to leave, my illusion didn’t work very well when I tried to use it without the madam expecting it. It was hazy in a way, like a blurred outline that was barely there and didn’t look real, or so I was told.”
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Post by eragon on May 11, 2020 19:28:09 GMT
While Natasha spoke, Jamie surveyed the illusion more closely, searching for any cracks in its authenticity, and after scanning the room for some moments, he was drawn to the stream by the soft sound of the gurgling water. As he watched it, he noticed that every now and then, a sliver of the carpeted floor beneath peeked through the running water, just for a moment. This subtle flaw in her illusion, combined with the information about her previous escape attempt and her seemingly unassuming nature, led him to believe that while her powers were impressive, she likely posed little threat to anyone. Nevertheless, it was important she be taken for an assessment still, as the decision ultimately wasn't his to make; there were people higher up on the food chain that decided these sorts of things.
Snapping out of his thoughts, Jamie looked back at Natasha and flashed her a charming smile. "Seems it would be a missed opportunity for the both of us," he said. "I suppose we'll have to rectify that... Though now is perhaps not the time. I have a place I can take you, somewhere you'll be safe, at least temporarily. Now the question is: how do we sneak you out of here? Any ideas?" He asked, raising a brow.
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Post by Crystal on May 12, 2020 19:17:01 GMT
Natasha’s brow raised at his comment of how it would be a missed opportunity for both of them, surprised he agreed with the statement. Her dark eyes looked back towards Jamie wondering if he was being serious or sarcastic and blinked at the sight of his charming smile. True it made him even the more handsome she had to admit that and could make any girl he passed on the street swoon, it only brought a mischievous smile to her lips. “I look forward to that time,” She purred as she stood once more and walked towards him. Her gaze filled with curiosity as he spoke of a place he could take her where she could be safe.
So he truly was the right choice to pick for tonight, to help her with her wish to leave this place. Natasha crossed her left arm across her chest and placed her left hand into the bend of her right arm as she reached her right pointer finger up to her chin, tapping it in thought. She slowly walked around the room as her illusion faded around them slowly before disappearing. “Obviously my illusions wont be very helpful or at least not on their own. If you could bring me a cloak, I could use it to cover my form and would only have to focus on changing my face? True it won’t be able to fool them but at least it wouldn’t completely be my face under the hood of the cloak,” She suggested in thought as she tried to think of ways to leave without anyone noticing it is her.
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