The Golden Dragon: Listening to Desire (Ever, Open)

[Runas]

Location: Golden Dragon
Status: Open to one adult male by Mizaharian standards
Rating: M - Why don't you guess why?

Timestamp: Summer 49th, 511 AV, Evening


Runas half closed her silver eyes in enjoyment as she tasted the sharp tang of fermented grapes on her tongue. The glass she had sipped from was returned to the table she sat at and discarded as the Ethaefal flashed her eyes around the room. Scantily clad men and women, a few not even bothering with covering their nudity after their temporary lovers undid clasps, unstrung strings, and generally made the fabric disappear. People were inhaling food, wine, and either men or women with the reckless abandon Runas would assume would come from the knowledge that the world was about to end.

For all she knew, it could.

Absently, her hand lifted to run her fingertips over the spiral of one graceful green horn. It was not late enough in the season yet for any changes to be apparent in either her horn or hair, but to her trained eye she had already spotted a few freckles of gold in the dark green. She couldn't wait until her fall 'coat' came in and she could move on to another city and toy around with a few lives there.

Her hand dropped once again to the table and her silver eyes scanned the room again, this time much more purposely. She'd come here for some more games, and she wanted to play.

But who would come and play with her?

[Ever]

Ever was actually having a calm day at work, which was odd considering the amount of people that had been coming in as of late, but thanks to new recruits and other entertainers, Ever's life suddenly became a little easier. She had just finished carrying a tray back into the kitchen to be cleaned by whoever was assigned to washing the dishes that day, and was headed back out to clean off the unoccupied tables that still had a mess to be dealt with. Thank the gods food was the only thing that they left behind, with the occasional random bit of clothing.

The red head brought over the waste bin to the side of the table, and ran her damp wash cloth over the wooden surface, making sure to leave it spotless. She wasn't paid to do a bad job after all, and Tyras was someone she didn't want to disapoint. She had never had a boss who has treated her as kindly as he did.

It was getting late, and the residents of the Dragon were starting to retreat back to their rooms, alone or with someone (or a few people) in tow. Ever smiled as she wiped the last bit of food off of the table, and into the half full waste bin, before bringing herself to a straight stand. She placed her fists onto her hips, and scanned the surrounding room. There were still a few people left here. She sighed, which meant she still had work to be done.

She returned her assemblage back to it's proper place, and had already cleaned off her hands. She walked out to the center of the lobby, swaying a bit to draw the eyes of the people that remained, and raised her hands to run her fingers through her beautiful curling waves of red hair. As soon as she had reached the center she stopped, eyeing the crowd to see who looked like they needed a little bit of enjoyment.