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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 9, 2020 19:50:56 GMT
Take Ceutinde’s place and remove any charitable, moral, or aesthetic regards. Morally inclined characters may not enjoy the tragic implications of a brothel on an island that has no legitimate way in or out save on a pirate ship.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 10, 2020 16:24:02 GMT
Ceutinde and her escort found their way to Priscilla's. She had a quick glance around after stepping in - no doubt finding it atrocious - and made her way straight to the bar, where she smiled enchantingly at the bartender.
"Good evening. I was hoping to have a word with whoever runs the place. Priscilla, if she's not just a name on a sign. I think I might be able to offer a service."
(Charm 70)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 16:32:58 GMT
The place makes Mos Eisley look like the 500 Club. The humidity and heat makes the air stifling and the clothes even more degrading than usual for a place like this. The patrons are crude and heavily armed and drunk or worse off whatever chemical concoctions the local dealers can create, and the women are clearly mostly not here of their own volition. Ceutinde sees elves and humans and even a few dwarves. For some reason it’s best. It to think of, there’s even a lizard woman from the Morass.
The woman she asks is a petite girl who looked at the tall elf with wide eyes. “You wanna talk to Lamas?” She leaned in. “Why in the name of god would you want to talk to him?”
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 10, 2020 16:41:56 GMT
She leaned on the bar so as not to tower over the girl too much. "I'm a healer. Thought I'd ask after seeing to the staff, if it's needed. But why wouldn't I want to talk to him?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 16:52:32 GMT
“Look at this place,” said the girl, “you go talk to Lamas and you’ll probably end up working here too. Buy a drink so my boss doesn’t think I’m wasting time please,” she squeaked. “And Priscilla is...” she pointed to the far corner where a tremendously fat man was drinking with a twelve foot crocodile at his feet, “the crocodile.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 10, 2020 17:02:15 GMT
"My gentleman companion and I can take care of ourselves. But we'll both have one of whatever's the least bad." She slid an appropriate amount of money, plus a generous tip, toward the girl. "Lot of business for one man and a lizard. Who helps him run the place?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 17:06:55 GMT
The girl took the money hurriedly. “Half this place is his men. Well, if I remember my maths from school right, maybe a third. The fat man’s some sort of mind reader and he keeps the girls from thinking of escape. He don’t harass me on account of my father being another captain. I’m just not his wife’s daughter so I still gotta work hard just not do that other stuff.” She pointed to some stairs leading down. “You gotta take the stairs and cross the rope bridge to see Lamas. Just...just don’t do it. You seem nice.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 10, 2020 17:19:05 GMT
Well, the mind-reader was an unforeseen twist. Couldn't be too powerful and work in a place like this, though. "And that's just why I need to talk to him. Fatty ever sleep?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 17:31:57 GMT
“Usually between like...maybe three hours past midnight til noon? He don’t miss a chance to see breasts whether on a woman or a chicken. It takes energy to read kinda though so he only does it if he feels he needs to. He doesn’t like to burn energy much if it ain’t obvious.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 10, 2020 17:46:46 GMT
She nodded. "I know what you mean. Well, tell you what. I am going to take your advice. Could you deliver a message if I were to leave one with you? I assume Lamas can read."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 17:54:08 GMT
“Don’t underestimate him miss. He’s a sadist, not daft. He pillaged all these books and soes I expect he can read more languages than most.” She shrugged but smiled. “But of course I’ll take a message.” A pirate tossed some coins at her chest and demanded a drink.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 10, 2020 18:07:41 GMT
Ceutinde shooed the girl off to deal with the other customers while she pulled a small notebook and a fountain pen from her bag. She wrote a few lines in an exquisite hand:
Sir,
My name is Ceutinde, a businesswoman and whoremonger of Bastion recently arrived in town. I would like to discuss an investment in your establishment. If you would be interested in meeting somewhere public tomorrow, please send your response to the ship Tranquility. I look forward to hearing from you, and many future profits for us both.
Warmest regards,
Ceutinde
And passed the folded note to the bartender when she returned. "One last thing - what was your name, dear?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2020 18:19:25 GMT
“I’m Aoife,” she said. “It’s a weird name I know. I bet you can’t spell it!” She winked. “But I’ll get this to him. It was nice meeting you miss.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 10, 2020 18:22:13 GMT
She didn't even try to spell it. "A pleasure indeed. I'll see you again, Aoife." Leaving her drink untouched, she turned from the bar and headed out the door with the bodyguard trailing behind.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 15, 2020 21:29:30 GMT
//
Silvia ran up to the brothel and opened the door. The place is nearly deserted at the top except for a gigantic crocodile and a tremendously fat man. He has a set of keys around his belt and a bottle in his hand. She heard people screaming and clanging against something metal below. The fat man’s got a candle sitting next to a barrel his fat foot is resting on. “I need a favor my dear. There’s a man downstairs with a red cloak. I need you to fetch it for me.” She felt her mind clear as he spoke. “Just kill him and bring old daddy his cloak will you kindly? That way,” he rocked the barrel closer to the flame, “I don’t have to send this whole place to the great pirate haven in the sky.”
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