WHO: Kudou Youji (smokeandwires) and a potential new ladyfriend (rivelatamadam) WHAT: Arguably checking out the new area of town WHERE: Husband's Alley WHEN: Just after sunset
The fresh scent of perfume--of powder!--and the tinkling of music; the crush of velvet brushing against velvet, the hiss of silk on silk, the friendly sound of women laughing, inclusive, always inclusive... That was her domain, and she had seen to it with as much personal style as possible.
Light and sound poured out onto the cramped alley street. Men stood in the doorways, and women, too; there were well dressed young women and young men, talking to them. Some held fans to ward off the heat of the night, to keep the flush of the excitement and the crowd off their skin. Some held little crystal glasses of dark red wine
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It had to be her. He recalled the fan from her portrait and sauntered over, keeping his limbs very loose and his stride casual.
"Yes," he said, making sure to be very obvious as he looked her over. "I'd say you are very special, indeed."
He moved a little closer, leaning over her as if he was about to share a secret. "Are you just here to manage the books, or do you like to have a little fun, too?"
[ooc: whatever works for you! Sorry it's taken me so long, I've been workin'.]
"Ah, so you were speaking of me, then, and not of some other lucky girl?" The madam took him in completely, fan pressed gently against her lower lip, which was a pale, shimmering pink.
"My dear sir, I thank you so very much for coming to see me--how terrible it would be if, on my very first night in my new establishment, I were to be alone!" She gestured towards a bartender. "Is there anything I can get you as regards refreshments?"
"And I do so hate to see a beautiful lady alone on a night like this." He kept close to her without formally putting a hand on her, as he hadn't exactly been informed of what the rules were for touching. Some places didn't want you to so much as shake the woman's hand unless the money was in her purse, while others hung all over you like they were magnetically attached.
"I've been told I'm very good company." He winked and considered her offer of alcohol. Technically, he needed to stay sober for the whole interaction, but outright refusing would be unheard of. "Why don't we take a bottle of wine with us? I'm partial to a Burgundy myself."
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The fresh scent of perfume--of powder!--and the tinkling of music; the crush of velvet brushing against velvet, the hiss of silk on silk, the friendly sound of women laughing, inclusive, always inclusive... That was her domain, and she had seen to it with as much personal style as possible.
Light and sound poured out onto the cramped alley street. Men stood in the doorways, and women, too; there were well dressed young women and young men, talking to them. Some held fans to ward off the heat of the night, to keep the flush of the excitement and the crowd off their skin. Some held little crystal glasses of dark red wine ( ... )
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It had to be her. He recalled the fan from her portrait and sauntered over, keeping his limbs very loose and his stride casual.
"Yes," he said, making sure to be very obvious as he looked her over. "I'd say you are very special, indeed."
He moved a little closer, leaning over her as if he was about to share a secret. "Are you just here to manage the books, or do you like to have a little fun, too?"
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"Ah, so you were speaking of me, then, and not of some other lucky girl?" The madam took him in completely, fan pressed gently against her lower lip, which was a pale, shimmering pink.
"My dear sir, I thank you so very much for coming to see me--how terrible it would be if, on my very first night in my new establishment, I were to be alone!" She gestured towards a bartender. "Is there anything I can get you as regards refreshments?"
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"I've been told I'm very good company." He winked and considered her offer of alcohol. Technically, he needed to stay sober for the whole interaction, but outright refusing would be unheard of. "Why don't we take a bottle of wine with us? I'm partial to a Burgundy myself."
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