Prince Dastan ◊ 013

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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

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Hey man, it's all good. I'm just antsy, runs in the family too. :C

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A curt clap could be heard from the area littered with flowers and the girls that swarmed the Persian prince departed, giving sulky goodbyes as they parted

Hahahaha awesome <33

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Blue eyes searched for the sound of a clap and Dastan watched as the woman entered the room slowly. His eyebrows rose out of surprise: the brothel's Madame was still a fairly young, beautiful lady. The slaves' leaders he had met in Persia would have never been able to compete with their girls, but this one could have, easily. When she smirked however, the Prince lowered his gaze and gave Paola a curt nod.

"A pleasure to meet you Paola. I'm Dastan. Ezio asked me to come and help you with a broken floorboard."

He wouldn't have kissed her hand would he had his own freed; this was something Persians only do when proposing to a woman. Still, his smile was warm and welcoming, albeit a bit sheepish. He hoped he would be able to do a decent job for the Madame and her girls.

Sorry, the paragraph looked so uneasy to understand, I noted.

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Her hand dropped at her sides. She was so easy to forget that this was a whole new world entirely, one where people didn't want to be touched or kissed the hands of beautiful women such as herself. She realized how truly spoiled she had been and was now. Not that she was in the beginning, she had to work hard to live her leisurely lifestyle. Her plump lips remain in their playful smirk and her eyes held an impish look, like a fire that was all-consuming, wanting more than what was offered, almost. Of course, her eyes betrayed her intentions most times with their ocher, smoldering color. It was like watching pools of thick chocolate, those eyes. "We're so pleased you could drop by to help us with our problem, aren't we girls?" The women gave soft giggles in agreement, sending flirtatious looks in his direction.

"Come, let me show you where you will work." Her fingers gestured him to follow as she travelled up the stairs, her walk fluid, oozing onto the floor almost.

No need to apologize <33

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He had not meant to insult the woman and Dastan hoped she had not been so. But as the playful smirk stayed in place on her ruby lips, he knew she wasn't. Or if she had, Paola was able to play extremely well. Perhaps it was the latter, seeing as courtesans were often asked to play roles when providing their services.

He flashed the giggling women a small grin before nodding to their leader. He followed her upstairs his gaze not missing the swaying her hips.

"It is no problem, really."

After all, he couldn't let his brother have all the fun work while he was supposed to rest and heal at home. Though, come to think of it, this little errand he was sent on was surely a way for the Italian to sneak away from his bed. Hopefully Ezio wouldn't get in trouble again.