Brothels and Signets

Lyric had been doing her best to stay in character, keeping up the bubbly façade of a well-paid, *ahem*, "companion." The lavish setting of the brothel had been overwhelming at first, but once they settled into their roles, she had fallen into it surprisingly well. Well, until now.

As Mariam’s words snapped through the air, and the merchant's wandering hand finally triggered her breaking point, Lyric’s smile faltered for only a second. This wasn't part of the plan, but that didn't mean they couldn’t salvage it. Quick thinking was *her* specialty.

With a laugh that sounded far too lighthearted for the situation, Lyric bounced forward, clapping her hands together like the giggly companion she was pretending to be. Oh, darling! Mariam here gets so *passionate* sometimes. That temper of hers! She fluttered her eyelashes at the merchant, giving him a dazzling smile that could rival the sun. But I’m sure you didn’t mean to upset her, right? Just a little too much wine, perhaps?

Lyric turned to Mariam, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and gave her a quick wink. Why don’t we pour our dear benefactor another glass, sister? Let him relax... Her voice was laced with suggestion, and without missing a beat, she refilled the merchant’s goblet, giving him an almost conspiratorial grin.

You’ve been so generous, after all. Such a powerful man deserves nothing but the best, right? Lyric leaned in slightly, her hand brushing ever so gently over his as she handed him the drink, trying to draw his attention back to his ego instead of Mariam’s dagger-sharp threat.

@Mariam DeTyne