Prince Dastan ◊ 013
Who: hides_thedagger and brbblending
Where: Giardino di notte, Paola's brothel (Get your mind out of the gutter. He's just helping with the renovations!)
Style: You choose!
Status: Closed (PM if you want in)
OOC note: I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST IT >_<
Dastan had arrived to the location Ezio had given him a few hours after his brother had enlisted his help. He had no idea how to repair a floorboard, seeing as such work had always been overseen by servants in his Father's Palace, but it couldn't be that hard, right? The man at the hardware store had been kind enough to help him pick the right wood and tools, as well as giving the Persian a quick tutorial.
Arms charged with what he would need to help the brothel's Madame, he didn't even had to knock on the door. A few of the girls had been taking in the last warmth the day had on the porch and they had quickly flocked around him, seemingly to 'help' him. While not unpleased with the attentions, the Prince nearly dropped his things as hands slipped into his shirt, nibble fingers seeking skin. He quickly spun around, giving the girls a charming smile, even though he was slightly out of his comfort zone.
"Ladies, please. I told my brother I would help with the damaged floorboards. But I promise to be quick...on that task only?" Of course, the young women giggled and cooed and finally led him inside to their matron.
"Miss Paola?"
Where: Giardino di notte, Paola's brothel (Get your mind out of the gutter. He's just helping with the renovations!)
Style: You choose!
Status: Closed (PM if you want in)
OOC note: I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO POST IT >_<
Dastan had arrived to the location Ezio had given him a few hours after his brother had enlisted his help. He had no idea how to repair a floorboard, seeing as such work had always been overseen by servants in his Father's Palace, but it couldn't be that hard, right? The man at the hardware store had been kind enough to help him pick the right wood and tools, as well as giving the Persian a quick tutorial.
Arms charged with what he would need to help the brothel's Madame, he didn't even had to knock on the door. A few of the girls had been taking in the last warmth the day had on the porch and they had quickly flocked around him, seemingly to 'help' him. While not unpleased with the attentions, the Prince nearly dropped his things as hands slipped into his shirt, nibble fingers seeking skin. He quickly spun around, giving the girls a charming smile, even though he was slightly out of his comfort zone.
"Ladies, please. I told my brother I would help with the damaged floorboards. But I promise to be quick...on that task only?" Of course, the young women giggled and cooed and finally led him inside to their matron.
"Miss Paola?"