Two steps forward, One step Back (OTA, Tag Inara)
It had been well over fourteen years since Surreal had given up her title as the highest paid whore in Terreille. After the attack on Jaenelle, she'd lost her taste for bedroom games, consigning herself to chastity for over a decade, until Falonar. After he broke her heart, she'd had little interest in jumping back in to the whirl of romance either. She was content with her friendship with Rainier, her family relationships with Daemon and Lucivar.
Except, even in Kaeleer, she'd been bored.
There was no one to kill, and nothing to do, and for all that her introduction to sex had been brutal and painful, she'd found her love of it again with Falonar, and she found herself craving being touched. But her family had threatened to castrate any male who thought to bed her if she took up her former career, and she only found men who looked at her that way in Amdarh, no potential lovers.
Here, it was different. Here, she needed a job. There were only two things she'd ever done to make money, and there didn't seem to be much call for assassins in the village. Besides, Sadi was before the threats of castration on potential clients, which made a lovely excuse. She fretted over Rainier's potential reaction, but nevertheless, she contracted with Aphrodite to rent a room in her temple, and set up shop, as it were. Despite a case of nerves at rejoining the business after so long, she told herself she'd done this for over three centuries. She was the best in her whole world at what she did.
It would be fine.
Except, even in Kaeleer, she'd been bored.
There was no one to kill, and nothing to do, and for all that her introduction to sex had been brutal and painful, she'd found her love of it again with Falonar, and she found herself craving being touched. But her family had threatened to castrate any male who thought to bed her if she took up her former career, and she only found men who looked at her that way in Amdarh, no potential lovers.
Here, it was different. Here, she needed a job. There were only two things she'd ever done to make money, and there didn't seem to be much call for assassins in the village. Besides, Sadi was before the threats of castration on potential clients, which made a lovely excuse. She fretted over Rainier's potential reaction, but nevertheless, she contracted with Aphrodite to rent a room in her temple, and set up shop, as it were. Despite a case of nerves at rejoining the business after so long, she told herself she'd done this for over three centuries. She was the best in her whole world at what she did.
It would be fine.