{Closed} She doesn't want to be Respected

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WHO: Kuja and the Madam
WHAT: Inquiring whether his 'talents' could earn him a new profession
WHERE: The Husband's Alley
WHEN: Mid-afternoon, after her introductory post

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[rivelatamadam]

One of the girls, a silly brunette with a mole underneath her lower lip, led Kuja in. Perhaps they were expecting him--the madam, after all, had to make it a point to know everyone who had expressed interest and, of course, those who hadn't.

The madam, therefore, was waiting for him.

It was the afternoon, and not exactly peak hours; thus, the madam was waiting in one of the public rooms, lounging on a low couch. Her feet were bare, her hair down. She was wearing nothing more than a glorified slip with a wrap of lace and a loose corset. She was plump, perhaps, though not by current standards; the proper word might have been Rubenesque.

Tea was waiting on the tea table before her.

Her toenails were painted blue.

"My darling," she said, fluttering her fan over her chest, obscuring, for a moment, the sweet smile she offered him. "You are lovelier even than I imagined. Come: join me, my sweet. Would you like some tea?"

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"Ah my Lady," Kuja leaned his folded parasol against the arm of a chair before picking up her hand and pressing a kiss to the back of it. "You do injustice to yourself by saying that to me."

He took the seat offered opposite him, surveying his surroundings as a cup of tea was poured for him. Everything about the room was wondrously opulent. Not a detail was ignored, and inside he felt himself unwind. The grandiose location had a relaxing effect, because it felt so familiar to him.

"What a fine establishment you run here, Madam. The beauty of this place is only rivaled by your girls."

[rivelatamadam]

"You flatter me, my dear," she sighed, opening and closing the fan, still not leaning forward; but she was studying him closely, carefully, taking in his features, down to the quirk of his lips, the colors of his eyes. "What ought I call you? I am sure 'my dear' will be permanent, despite," she added, stifling a giggle behind one very white palm. "But you must know that before I can become your friend, I must be a businesswoman."

She was...younger than expected, perhaps. Her eyes flashed, somewhat conspiratorially.

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"Only to the standards your beauty demands you be flattered." He quipped. Kuja loved a healthy witty conversation. Bonus points for beauty could be awarded, and in this conversation- rightfully so.

They shared a similar hue to their eyes, a crystalline blue ringed by a faint yet darker circle of blue towards the outer edge of their iris. And she had a wonderful spark of deviancy in hers.

"You're a precocious mind trapped in a body younger than your wisdom." He laughed delightedly. "I'll settle on Avon, for now, Madam."

Lord Avon had been the most renowned playwright back on Gaia, and Kuja had adored his plays, attending every a performance of every play he had written. Who better to borrow a name from, than him?

[rivelatamadam]

"Well, my dear sir Avon," she said, leaning forward now to give him a delicate bow, "it is my great pleasure to meet you. I am glad--so very glad--to have your company this afternoon and, I should hope, a great many more to come. As you can see, I treat my company with the utmost care and respect; they are allowed much more freedom than perhaps they ought to be."

She laughing, a tinkling sound, and lifted her teacup, shooing a young man away with her fan as he moved to pour her milk.

"You may call me by my favorite name," she added, for it was only right. "Castelline. Avon and Castelline--does it not have a lovely ring to it?"