He was entertaining. She knew when she saw the dress laid out on her bed in the small private room she’d been given off that of her Master’s (“I need to have you on hand, Kalara dear. I’m a mess without you.”) and on hand she was kept. Anything the man needed at any time night and day she would step and fetch.
There would be men in the parlor. There would be gambling. She would be in charge of making sure the drinks stayed full and that the ‘honored guest’ felt like he was the center of her attention. This wasn’t her first time playing the distraction and as she laced up the front of her dress tight and adjusting the skirt, her long leg peeking out through the slit up the side.
She glanced in the looking glass and added a bit of perfume to her neck. As much as she hated this particular ruse she had to make she had to admit it was fun to dress up and look nice. Her master had an affinity for the dress of Rivain and Tevinter so the fabric was largely flowing and more revealing than what one would see in Starkhaven. It looked good on her. Her long blonde curls only added to her allure and she had her hair braided in such a way that her pointed ears were obvious. She looked borderline ethereal. It was a good look.
Yes, focus on that. Focus on the bright side.
She moved into the kitchens through a side panel that connected her rooms to the servant centered areas, and she grabbed a tray of drinks,
Kalara nodded and tossed her hair over her shoulder. At least this one was young. He might even be attractive. That would make things better. She moved into the parlor, decorated with bright and rich fabrics and tapestries from the merchant’s travels. Anyone with an eye for those things would notice that it didn’t quite fit any one region but a mesh of many. Stuff was on display, different pieces of collections he had paid others to collect to push his status up.
Kalara, moved into the room, “Ah there she is. My lovely little jewel. Kalara dear, are those refills? Make sure Mr. Sinclair has a full glass. He’s working up a sweat taking my money.”
Kalara smiled and moved toward the man indicted, leaning over to place a drink in front of him, giving him a wink.
There would be men in the parlor. There would be gambling. She would be in charge of making sure the drinks stayed full and that the ‘honored guest’ felt like he was the center of her attention. This wasn’t her first time playing the distraction and as she laced up the front of her dress tight and adjusting the skirt, her long leg peeking out through the slit up the side.
She glanced in the looking glass and added a bit of perfume to her neck. As much as she hated this particular ruse she had to make she had to admit it was fun to dress up and look nice. Her master had an affinity for the dress of Rivain and Tevinter so the fabric was largely flowing and more revealing than what one would see in Starkhaven. It looked good on her. Her long blonde curls only added to her allure and she had her hair braided in such a way that her pointed ears were obvious. She looked borderline ethereal. It was a good look.
Yes, focus on that. Focus on the bright side.
She moved into the kitchens through a side panel that connected her rooms to the servant centered areas, and she grabbed a tray of drinks,
Who’s he after today?she asked one of the other servants, who rolled her eyes. Young one. Adventuring type.
Kalara nodded and tossed her hair over her shoulder. At least this one was young. He might even be attractive. That would make things better. She moved into the parlor, decorated with bright and rich fabrics and tapestries from the merchant’s travels. Anyone with an eye for those things would notice that it didn’t quite fit any one region but a mesh of many. Stuff was on display, different pieces of collections he had paid others to collect to push his status up.
Kalara, moved into the room, “Ah there she is. My lovely little jewel. Kalara dear, are those refills? Make sure Mr. Sinclair has a full glass. He’s working up a sweat taking my money.”
Kalara smiled and moved toward the man indicted, leaning over to place a drink in front of him, giving him a wink.
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