I Hear Whispers, Do You?

Bastien watched her for a moment, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he observed her futile attempts to clean the bloodstains. The flicker of fear in her eyes as she noticed him was delicious, and he relished it. He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms, and let the silence stretch just a bit longer before speaking.

Apologies for startling you, he said, his tone smooth but laced with amusement. Didn't mean to interrupt your... cleaning. He took a step closer, his gaze never leaving her. But then again, I never could resist the allure of a hard-working woman.

Bastien's eyes scanned the room, taking in the empty tavern and the remnants of the morning's labor. Coop not here? That’s a shame. He nodded slowly, as if mulling over his thoughts. I hope he won’t be gone terribly long? He asked.

He stepped closer still, invading her personal space, his predatory gaze boring into her. You know, Coop really ought to hire someone to do the cleaning, free you up to do the important work, he continued, his voice dropping to a near whisper, Though it is hard to find good help these days. Trustworthy people are a rare commodity. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face with a surprising gentleness that belied the danger in his eyes.

But enough about that, Bastien said, straightening up and letting his hand fall away. Let's talk about you. Working so hard, keeping this place running. Quite the effort for someone in your... profession. His smile widened, showing just a hint of teeth. Tell me, what do you do for fun when you're not scrubbing blood out of the floorboards or fucking your way through your clients?

He took another step back, giving her a moment to breathe, to compose herself. And don't worry, he added, his voice dripping with false reassurance, I won't take up much of your time. Just passing through, really. But perhaps you can entertain me for a while. After all, it's not often I find myself in such charming company.

Bastien's gaze held hers, a silent challenge, daring her to defy him, to show any hint of strength or resistance. He lived for these moments, the thrill of power and control, and he was eager to see how she would respond.

@Wilhelmina