[Elves aren't the most common to find in a brothel, and Eladrins even more rare, but it made good business for Aphrodite. Not exactly famous beyond the walls of the town, but she's working on it. What's not enticing about tales of a lady with hair the color of spring blossoms and with bountiful curves just begging to keep someone warm. She just needs some better word of mouth advertisement from handsome, dashing travelers.
Speaking of.
It's impossible to not notice the half-orc man even before the whispers go around. He's handsome, with a rugged beard and long hair colored like salt and pepper. More than that though, it's fun to watch him. Fluster his way through conversation with the clerk, with none of the bravado that often follows men looking for a good time. She can't overhear anything from here but the rumors move fast in the brothel.
Their eyes meet from across the room and, well, color her intrigued.]
All of our beds are soft, darling. [She pipes up from where she'd quietly made her way to the lobby, just in time to watch Fjord fish the money out of his bags. The clerk mutters something of a warning meant for Aphrodite not to meddle – one that she promptly ignores as she draws one hand up the gentleman's arm. Her chemise doesn't leave much to the imagination from this close, and there's pink frills underneath barely keeping her modest.
She eyes the coins and titters,] Why, that's enough for at least two ladies. Are you sure you're just here for sleep?
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Speaking of.
It's impossible to not notice the half-orc man even before the whispers go around. He's handsome, with a rugged beard and long hair colored like salt and pepper. More than that though, it's fun to watch him. Fluster his way through conversation with the clerk, with none of the bravado that often follows men looking for a good time. She can't overhear anything from here but the rumors move fast in the brothel.
Their eyes meet from across the room and, well, color her intrigued.]
All of our beds are soft, darling. [She pipes up from where she'd quietly made her way to the lobby, just in time to watch Fjord fish the money out of his bags. The clerk mutters something of a warning meant for Aphrodite not to meddle – one that she promptly ignores as she draws one hand up the gentleman's arm. Her chemise doesn't leave much to the imagination from this close, and there's pink frills underneath barely keeping her modest.
She eyes the coins and titters,] Why, that's enough for at least two ladies. Are you sure you're just here for sleep?