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The tea was weak and lukewarm by the time she had retrieved it, but it worked well enough to refresh her that morning. The Butterfly Menagerie in which she staid wasn't the most beautiful of buildings...but it had a certain elegant charm to it. The result of years of elbow grease from people who cared to see it survive. It was their home after all. Konan's, and those who she employed.
Quietly, she moved towards her balcony, peering outside at the street below. The cup was brought to her lips, a small sip taken. Beneath, across the street a fruit vendor was selling his meager wares while a young girl with long black hair danced in the streets for pennies. Cool blue eyes held little emotion over these actions; she simply studied them and sipped her tea, calm.
"Miss Konan?" There was a soft knock at her door and she turned back, heading towards the balcony door, staring through the room towards the opposite wall. Slowly, the door opened, and a dark-eyed girl peered in at her.
"There's a customer here..." she whispered urgently and Konan's eyes hardened. The Menagerie was a normal home for the morning and early afternoon. The men and women there did chores in that time, rested, or took time for themselves. Konan didn't really care what they did with themselves in that time so long as they didn't disrupt one another. This was a well known fact that had been a rule since the Menagerie's birth. For a moment, Konan closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, setting her tea aside on a shabby little end table covered with a scrap of blue satin.
"I will take care of it." she said calmly, gesturing for the girl to lead the way. By the time they had reached the second story she could hear the man yelling to be allowed entrance, several of the whores hiding behind larger pieces of furniture. They looked up at the Madame, and calmed slightly, but Konan didn't allow them to sway her mind as she moved to the doorway. He was drunk; that much was certain. She fancied that she could almost smell the putrid alcohol from where she stood; all the same, she carefully opened the door as far as the meager chain lock would allow, peering outward, her eyes glacial.
"Our working hours have not begun yet. Your loud yelling is not wanted or needed here. I would suggest you vacate the premises and go elsewhere, if you please." the man cursed in response, brown eyes raking over what he could see of the woman's form with an equally cold light.
"Uppity bitch." Konan's answer was quick. She was not a woman to lose her temper, but she was a woman of action. The man was showing disrespect, and that in turn could be taken as a threat against the others who depended on her. The door was opened, and the man smugly stepped forward with an unsteady gait, attempting entrance. From her sleeves, heavy paper fans dropped to her fingertips, and with steps as graceful as any dancer's, the woman was moving forward, hands raised. She moved quickly, lightly, and for it, he hardly knew what hit him. He wasn't dead by any means...but he was on the ground a moment later holding his eyes with a howl of pain, blood slowly trickling down his cheeks. He stumbled forward, and was met with steady hands from two of the men who worked on the second floor. Without ceremony, the pair shoved the man out the door and everyone watched as he stumbled on the steps, once more letting out a pained moan before scooting away, slinking back into whatever shadow he had initially crept out of. There was calm once more and Konan subtly replaced the fans in the sleeves of her dress, offering the small assembled group a serene smile that didn't quite meet her eyes.
"Carry on with your duties." she said shortly and turned away, returning to her room on the top floor. To that cup of cold tea and the balcony that overlooked the street.
Yes, it was just another day in the slums.
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Despite what those of The Class may think, we are people and have dignity. I would see that those of you who complain so often display it for yourselves, and perhaps others will treat you as if you are worth that which you ask for.
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