With Coop down in Kirkwall for the day, picking up food stuffs, and some new fabric for her new obsession -- clothes that actually covered her body -- she was busy, worried about Coop, worried that it would be too cold for him along the trails down to the city. Too long a trek alone. They really, really needed to hire someone else, but there wasn't a body that came and went enough that Coop, or Colt would be happy with the person. After all, here lately things had been strange. She had stopped seeing as many clients, and had started doing dates with Colt more often.
Things were going well, and come summer time, Colt had promised to take her down to the sea, the beach even, something she had never saw before. So when the morning found her on her knees, scrubbing blood and laying down new sawdust and sand, she hadn't expected when she rose up with the bucket of sand mix in her arms, to see someone in the bar. So little had she expected someone there, that she didn't even see Bastian when she turned to grab the scrub brush, going back down onto her knees to work at the blood stain a little more, a handful of sand lifted from the bucket and dashed down on the stain.
The back of her hand swept across her brow, moving hair out of the way, before she saw Bastien, the shock that she never heard him come in making her jump and let out a small sound. He was one of the one's Coop never wanted her alone with, she was certain of that, just from the look in his eyes.
Predatory.
She was acutely aware she was a whore, in an empty tavern, with a predatory male within grabbing range, and it made the small hairs on her body stand on end. Every instinct telling her to bolt from the place now. Let him take what he wanted and get bored and leave. Every instinct that she tried to fight in those few seconds.
@Bastien Frost
Things were going well, and come summer time, Colt had promised to take her down to the sea, the beach even, something she had never saw before. So when the morning found her on her knees, scrubbing blood and laying down new sawdust and sand, she hadn't expected when she rose up with the bucket of sand mix in her arms, to see someone in the bar. So little had she expected someone there, that she didn't even see Bastian when she turned to grab the scrub brush, going back down onto her knees to work at the blood stain a little more, a handful of sand lifted from the bucket and dashed down on the stain.
Out, out, damn spot.She murmured to herself as she worked a few more good minutes before she stood back up again, her silken tresses sticking to her forehead from the sweat she had rolling down her, mostly from the manual labor and the heat of the fires. But, she couldn't put them out, it would take so long to warm the inn back up once people started to arrive mid-afternoon. And in the early spring, the fire went all day and night to keep the chill away. They were another two or three weeks out before they'd be able to just keep it going at night.
The back of her hand swept across her brow, moving hair out of the way, before she saw Bastien, the shock that she never heard him come in making her jump and let out a small sound. He was one of the one's Coop never wanted her alone with, she was certain of that, just from the look in his eyes.
Predatory.
S-s-sorry, didn't see you there, ha, we're not really open yet.
She was acutely aware she was a whore, in an empty tavern, with a predatory male within grabbing range, and it made the small hairs on her body stand on end. Every instinct telling her to bolt from the place now. Let him take what he wanted and get bored and leave. Every instinct that she tried to fight in those few seconds.
@Bastien Frost
06-16-2024, 10:25 AM
