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Closed/In Progress

Aug 16, 2008 12:09

WHO: Muraki and Yuuko
WHAT: Sexually frustrated, the mad doctor goes to visit a whorehouse, but the owner doesn't seem to trust him
WHERE: Crimson Butterfly
WHEN: Day 96

( Too much celibacy was a terrible thing )

yuuko ichihara, kazutaka muraki

Comments 4

butterfly_madam August 16 2008, 19:42:49 UTC

The lobby was well decorated with antique furniture, the lighting low. As per usual the owner could be found lounging in a large, comfortable chair that was placed behind an antique desk to the right side. Behind it was a set of stairs making it very obvious what the woman was blocking.

When the bell attached to the door signaled a customer had entered with a tinkle, Yuuko looked up lazily. "Can I help you?" she asked, observing the man with a puff from her pipe.

medico_male August 16 2008, 19:49:56 UTC

He nodded politely at her, enjoying the warm, inviting feel the place had. It would probably be pricey, based on the antiques and the building's age, but money wasn't much of a problem to him. All that mattered to him right now was hoping he could take care of his frustration.

"I was directed to this place by someone who said it would be a good way to entertain myself for the afternoon." Muraki had opted for all white clothing once again and the patch over his right eye matched it. But he wore no glasses today.

butterfly_madam August 16 2008, 19:53:44 UTC

The owner smiled at the man, though being good at reading people, something felt off. However, her face came nowhere close to showing she saw any such thing. "Then you have come to the right place," Yuuko said with a small smile. Usually when a customer came through she would be all silly grins, but not with this one. She sensed she would have to keep things all business rather than her usual style.

"What is it your looking for, exactly?" she asked, leafing through papers in a large hard-back book.

medico_male August 16 2008, 20:01:20 UTC

He shoved his hands in his pockets, trying to decide what seemed like the most pressing itch to scratch today. Muraki's smile darkened as he made his decision. "Someone who doesn't mind pain. Preferably male, but that's not as important as the first is."

Thinking about inflicting pain on someone who would tolerate or enjoy it caused something in the air around him to change. The doctor was far less angelic than his looks would let people believe.