34th Spring 515 AV
Evening
Evening
Fallon twitched and then inhaled deeply. Her eyes were set towards the entrance door, her skin prickling as she stared at it from across the way. Masked in her own cloak, Fallon gave a leer at it, hood raised and the new cloths beneath clean and pristine. Perhaps they were not made of the finest velvet or silks, but they most certainly held their quality and were shaped to her form - decorated to make her appear above the more simpler classes of Zeltiva. Fingers gave a pull upon the gloves, an inhale as she bore her gaze down upon the seemingly sparse front of the the brothel - that was what it was at the end of her day by her logic, a house devoted to the acts of flesh, sensations and pleasure, debauchery in its finest. It was just that this establishment had an element of class to it over the others.
Not that the exterior seemed to suggest so, which caused Fallon to hesitate on immediately entering. Plain, unobtrusive, located within the belly of East Street - it was enough to give her a raise of the eyebrow and to carefully watch from the safety of the alleyway. A sturdy steel door guarded the entrance, the building itself reaching far above - three stories? She could not tell and the night had a way of distorting the size of things. Her hand gave a small tap within the folds of her cloak, the kukri hidden at the base of her spine by various fabrics and layers. Feet gave a shift, layers pulled in around her, rippling in the low lights and shadows as she crossed the space. The gloved hand gave only a push upon the door before the thrum of music and soft scents greeted her.
It was surreal when compared to the outside, a true reversal of what would normally be expected in such a building. There was the smallest widening of the eyes, a deep inhale as she steeled herself for what she was going to step into. Though not as gaudy as the Sanctum, it still held the similar ideals - space to lounge, the light scents and pieces appealing to the eye. Delicate, less obtrusive, it held its own charms for a variety of tastes. Not that she could appreciate them truly - her mind was too focused on maintaining the illusion of being a client while remembering the job at hand. It was with such careful steps that she entered the lobby area, cloak rippling back from her shoulders, the briefest flashes of clean clothing, fine leathers polished so they gleaned, the red following just behind. It disappeared again shortly after that, her gaze looking forward as she focused those steps - not hesitant, not nervous, the set face that she belonged there among the bodies.
It was during this snippet of time that she shifted, feet moving and padding lightly as her mind flickered through the plan she had in mind. She had previously sent a message onwards to Matthew, highlighting the plan she was scheming where possible - no, it was not for pleasure that she had graced such an establishment, it was for business and work. Somewhere inside was a target and his supposed familiar consort, a frequent visitor for some pleasure. It was up to her to snoop around to try and find information on such meetings. Though, catching them in the act would be an interesting picture, it was far from her intention - no, she needed to remain as inconspicuous as possible. Which was why she had brought the harlot into the equation.
There was the lightest, most delicate of brushes of her finger tips across the top of one the couches, a mere flicker of feigned interest to one of the gilded masks that tried to catch her eye. That playful utterance of noise crept after her, the teasing tones making chase as she eased herself down in among the cushions, arm reaching up and around the back of the chair. She let the drifter slide over, the half mask and hum within her ear, the briefest touches upon her jaw in the attempt to lure her in. There was a small purr, "Well... you're a new one, so brave for having entered our little den. Aren't you now? So... perhaps you'd like to have a little taste?"
"Perhaps? I do not know if you could satisfy my needs? I do have particular... tastes."