[Flashback] Hark! The Harlot This Way Comes [John Vicari]

[Amorette la Rose-Noire]

508 A.V., Spring

Why had she come to Syliras? What had possessed her? Naturally, Rose knew exactly what had brought her here but she would never vocalize it nor would she ever even think it. It would just loom forever in the back of her mind, hidden in the shadows, never acknowledged or mentioned. But still, in the height of its silent power, it had brought Rose from her home in Ravok to Syliras despite all the numerous risks. Syliras of all places! The capital of prevailing good and she, Amorette la Rose-Noire, was here?

It was getting dark as the night was beginning to settle in around the large, bustling city of Syliras. Roles were transitioning as well as families went home and younger individuals went out; the men were of special interest to the dark-featured woman. They were her business after all and she needed some mizas.

On this evening, Amorette was dressed in her traditional outfit: a black halter dress of soft cotton that full heavily to the ground, leaving her pale back exposed to the light of the moon. Her hair had been meticulously combed out and it fell past her shoulders in dark, raven-black waves; it was hair that was prone to tangling and snarls so to see it like this was the result of an hour or so of effort.

Amorette was always one to be meticulous about her personal appearance, spending much time applying her make-up. Today, she had drawn on the black paint around her eyes lightly and using it to coat her lashes as well, making them longer. Just beneath the waterline of her eyes she had traced another line with a practiced hand, following the contours of her eyelid until just beneath the nose, where it deviated down. Carefully, she painted lined through this, vertical from her eye lid, mimicking eyelashes. The effect was intended to make her eyes look larger, rounder, and with thicker lashes.

Syliras was a noted safe haven, relatively speaking, in Mizahar but that did not mean Amorette was not on her guard. Tucked in just beneath the waist, hidden beneath the inky black fabric was her stiletto blade; the two were intimate friends by now, having sold the lives of a few to Dira prematurely. She did not leave without it, especially when she was pursuing men for such intimate acts. It would not be the first time she was attacked by a drunk customer.

She walked the streets slowly, her dark eyes lingering on each person as they walked passed. While men were her usual clientele, Amorette still observed the women; she was not one to discriminate like that. Amorette, though, liked to pick her own customers, enjoying being the one to seduce her clients rather than be selected from a line-up. It was invigorating to be the stalker selecting her prey. She traced her long, agile fingers along the bricks.

Coal eyes prowled and did not look away as others peered at her.

[John Vicari]

The sounds of the quill along the paper filled the air as John wrote with ease and detail as he read another paper far from his own handwriting that was signed by his father.

John was just a simple teenager male who was sixteen years of age. Nothing was special of the person in his eyes nor the eyes of any peer he knew due to the fact he did not know how to fight nor any other common skill other then write with a quill however that was just as most people knew for he was truly skilled at one art. The art of Hypnotism. A type of personnel magic that was more of a art form then anything else however few truly did trust people with that art.

Along with his calligraphy skills he was slowly becoming at ease with another type of writing skill which was forgery. While he was not good to the point he did anything other then copy his parents letters he was learning under the cover of working on his calligraphy skills which did seem to work for the most part in his life.

A soft sound left his lips as he placed the quill down along the table really just not in the mood for this type of art. While it did look plain along the eyes he just was not feeling the passion it should have brought for any type of art should have been cared for and enjoyed.

His pale like fingers slowly tapped along the desk in his room as the candle light warped around him. His skin was not deathly pale however it was clear he was not into being outside and into the sun. He just shook his head as he stood up moving from the chair towards the door in the quiet home not even leaving anything of a note as he left his family home for the outside night.


John wore a normal outfit of dark cotton pants along with a tunic. Black high boots with leather gloves and a belt. A cloak warped around his body keeping his skin safe from the elements even if not much but clearly of a normal basic cotton type but his light blue eyes peered out past his blonde hair as he walked one could see a small limp in his right side yet along his face showed no pain.

He had no weapons on his body however that was due to he was a weapon if things were right if he could use his magic. Only his family knew of his magic for he did learn it from his Mother years ago which he kept to himself other then when he did use his powers on his twin sister as a test subject and when his Mother gave him lessons.

He did enjoy night times walks in the city for he normally was awake for one reason or the other for the city was safe other then the random drunks but even then the knights were almost always around even off duty they still were knights. Yet that did not stop some people from trying things but that was something John did not understand all that well yet he would in time.


He did not linger long in one place however his eyes did take upon a soul in black as he walked past her. She was almost a image of Dira in his view with her black halter dress that fell along the ground, the straps warped around her neck leaving her back open for the wind to touch. Dark make-up laid along her face with her hair down past her slender shoulders yet John did not best not to stare as he walked past her, his eyes moving back along her back seeing just how fall her hair fell and how the dress hugged parts of her body as he turned back away from her as he walked down the street still not sure where to go.

He did not linger and talk to her for why would she want to deal with a simple teenager even if he was almost a adult? Even if no one cared of ages he would not even try to waste someones time as he kept to his own mind as he turned down another ally that was more bare then the last his own body resting and leaning along the wall still not sure where he would head to in the clear night.

[Amorette la Rose-Noire]

It was just a boy that walked before her; not as pale as she for she was a shade closer to deathly white than he but he had her beat in eye and hair; he was blue and blonde where she was black and black. Younger than she, that much was obvious to her, but for some reason she caught his eye. Perhaps its was the delicate way he was shaped or the sheepish way he looked away from her. Amorette guessed he was a virgin but even virgins visit prostitutes, though only once. But virgins also pay, so she had seen, and she liked the experience as well.

But he walked passed her, his eyes that were such a shade of blue looked keenly away. Purposely away. Amorette could tell or she fancied herself that she could tell. Either way it was the same result: she thought this boy noticed her in such a way that he turned from her. Turned from her rather than look upon her. Now that was a potential customer! He was young, perhaps, but as long as everything between his legs worked why did that matter to her? He did not seem to be filthy. And, Rhysol knew, she would be doing him a service. All boys needed to shed their virginity before they were men and only men accomplished anything.

The little lad had passed her now but Amorette had stopped, turning slowly on a raised and black heel. Her dark eyes the color of a coal after all the flames had been extinguished turned lamp-like, following his movements, studying him. Like a cat she watched him as he walked, noting all of his movements. He was her prey or her customer or her patron or whatever you wanted to call it. Either way, though, she was going to do the hunting it seemed. He was too busy trying to avoid her gaze to ever try and even consider he could have his way with her. For a pretty miza, of course, but maybe he still had an allowance he could spend.

She watched as he turned and suddenly her feet began to move; she was following him. Her heels clicked methodically on the stone of the street, the tempo faster than the gait of the boy if she could manage to keep up. He turned around a corner and leaned into the wall. Amorette used this to her advantage and incraesed her own speed to close the gap between the two bodies. Woman sealing the distance between the boy.

If she was successfully, Amorette would link her arm within the slender one of the boy's, locking the two. Of course, the boy could escape her if he wished but only give Amorette a moment for her to work her magic. She had a mission with this boy and he had an objective in her life. She wanted to petch him and she wanted him to pay her for it. Simple as that. And he was male and was she not attractive? Surely she should get this to work.

"Pardon me, sir," Amorette began, speaking slowly and softly, bringing her lips just to millimeters before his earlobe so that her words could tickle him, "I am afraid I have lost my way. Could you help me? I wish to find the nearest tavern there is that offers a nice variety of drinks and rooms." She smiled. He could not see it with her head cocked so, but her presence was so close that he could definitely feel it. Her dark, black lips were almost pressed against him as her delicate arm clutched him tightly.

[John Vicari]

Let me tell you a tale...

The sounds of heels meeting stone reached John’s ears as he kept walking. He knew the only female in sight was the one he passed wore heels for commoner females in the city did not and more so at night. Which made him think she was a traveler of sorts yet maybe she just came out at night and that was the reason he never had seen her before. His body did tighten up as he felt another person touch him. The soft skin should have told him something other then she was not into hard work. The question caught him off guard yet he did not know why one would want a place like that even if he knew more then one. The Djed within his body pushed along his voice, unseen by the naked eye yet his goal was for her to tell him the truth. “And why would a lady such as your self even want a place like that?” It was a simple question that was laced with his magic of Hypnotism which was more or less a magic that dealt with charm and luck. It was more or less a suggestion type technique which was the most common type that any wizard of the branched used. He felt her breath along his body yet he made no movement to pull away from her. In her own cat and mouse game in a sense she just won. He did not know why she was around him and clinging on to him but maybe he would learn that sooner or later. “As for an area of sorts that has food and rooms…three places come to mind. One offers food, one offers food and rooms and the other offers more of a companionship type as well with food and drinks.” He said after a bit letting the words roll along his tongue like a sweet bread. He wanted the right words but he also wanted more information from her first. Yet he knew he had to give some information to get information for nothing truly was free in the world.

Do come again for another tale...

[Amorette la Rose-Noire]

Naturally, Amorette did not expect the use of hypnotism nor did she know that he had used it on her. And he could not know how unnecessary his technique was at that time: she would have told him the truth. Or at least a version of the truth. She was not here to lie to him or murder him, she did not want her soul to get collected by Dira just yet and murder was quite quickly punished in this city. She curled her hand more tightly around his arm and leaned in close so that her lips were just moments away from his ear, "I want it for the same one all travelers want one: I need a place to eat and stay. I am new to this city and I would certainly enjoy company."

Whether Amorette would have said that without the man's suggestion is forever unknown, but those were the words revealed and for all she knew, it was completely by her own choice to reveal them that way. Her dark eyes scanned the boy curiously; he was not exactly what she had been expecting. He was young, that much she could still tell, but he did not react to her presence exactly as she had thought or maybe as she had hoped. Either way, Amorette shrugged it off.

"I think the second of the two is the best option. Have you ever been there? I am afraid that i am nervous to walk out on my now even with the best instruction, could you perhaps lead me? I will make it up to you with a drink." Amorette gave him a tight squeeze of the arm, almost like an embrace, to show her sincerity. In fact, she defnitely did not know how to find this place that he referred to though she was confident she had lied about never being able to find it even with the best instruction. Amorette was not stupid, after all. But damsels were so much more attractive. at times.

Now Amorette had played her cards and there were two options: either he would lead the way and the game could continue or he would say no and she would have to try her luck with someone else. Her salary was not yet secure, this evening, and Amorette did not like that insecurity. It was far better to work at a regular brothel sometimes where work was nearly guaranteed every night. But alas, his boy had better do for now.

Leaning in closely once more, the dark maiden whispered, "My name is Amorette, by the way. Thank you so much for helping me." Her words were laced with as much feminine grace as she could muster; it was almost sickening to her but she wanted to sound innocent. Wither her arm wrapped around his, now all she could do was wait.

[Dusk]

XP Award! Amorette la Rose-Noire XP Award: Cosmetology: 1 XP, Investigation: 1 XP, Seduction: 2XP Lore Award: Stalking the streets Ledger: None John Vicari XP Award: Intelligence: 1 XP Lore Award: A prostitute's offer Ledger: None Additional Note Grading this because it's been abandoned - would have liked to see more!