In the House of Pleasures, What Have You to Offer? [Aislin]

[Ariadne]

"What ripe words you seek, and so soon since we first spoke. Does the thrill of the hunt no longer appeal to you, sweet Aislin? Are you only after conquest? Such a hollow victory it would be now, don't you think?" A playful smile curved Ariadne's lips. She was enjoying their cat and mouse conversation immensely; a prelude to the night they would have. Ariadne would go willingly, of yes. But she always made them work for it first. A coy smile here, a teasing comment there. Manipulation worked both ways, and though it was Aislin's game the thief could move around in it - and change up the rules a little bit. Lust was ever present, an avid entity that rose and fell often with the other woman's touch. It beckoned sweetly and enticed Ariadne to succumb and surrender, to relish in the pleasures the prostitute offered. Sharp and heavy was the ache that followed in it's wake, demanding to appease its hungry depths. An appetite always whet but never satisfied, that swam deeply and emerged to feast in delight. Rarely did she ever drop her inhibitions, her self-restraints. Shackled as she was did she ever truly feel free? Merging as one writhing entity, giving thought only to sound and touch and taste. And pleasure, always pleasure. Yet always there was the dead-bolt in place, the bar to desires held fast in place. Could Aislin really want to let that passion free? Those dark desires? It was only fair to give her a chance. Ariadne drained the last of her wine and set it on the bar. Very well. The thief would play into Aislin's hands. She had little to lose but money, and more to gain. It was a fair enough exchange. The thief traced the woman's jawbone, her eyes intent on her hands lest she meet Aislin's own gaze. "Take me to your bed, whore."

[Aislin]

"As you wish," Aislin whispered, as her eyes began to sparkle with flickering lights catchings. Those cast against marbled floor and vaulted walls. Her palms slid easily over a bed of skin, towards the woman's hands as iced gaze pierced jaded heart. Taking each of the thief's appendages in her own, fingers weaving through as she offered a slight pull. "Come," she said as she released that bound by the right. Leaving her to lead by the left. Follow, the hypnotic djed urged, despite her having already won. Her body shifting alongside her gaze to the supple sweep of satiny purple. Royal in its aesthetic delight, cascading down the length of open air, where it drizzled along the floor as easily as a man's drink when he'd taken more than he could hold. It seemed to trickle towards her, as silently and subtly as a frozen river, as her heels clicked against the tiled floor. Her hips swaying with each of her steps as they came within reach, and right limb extended, pulling the curtain away as she beckoned the woman through with the use of molten gaze. The sounds of pleased men and women ricocheting off the walls towards them as Aislin waited a moment, before easing through. The curtain swishing shut, silently behind them. The whore's ears prickled as the wails of tortured souls reverberated off the walls. Hanging heavily on the air, grown dense with both the heat wrought in moments of pleasure, and that found when a body was mangled. Come. Let us go, the magic urged, as Aislin eased their lithe forms towards the stairs. Taking them in stride. Narrowed points clanging like the invisible chains that dragged behind, trailing heavily over freshened floor. "Just past these bounds, and we will be at the gateway. That which rests between the drudges of one's mundane life, and the extraction of one's pleasure... or pain. If you're into that sort of thing," the voider explained as a smile smile crossed her lips, and they reached the top of the stairs. Her form pausing a moment as her eyes swept over the threshold, offering a cursory glance, just to see what doors may still be open to them. What she may have left to work with. Unfortunately for her, or perhaps, fortunately enough, it seemed as though many of the more "mature" rooms had already been taken. Leaving some of the smaller, but none the less luxurious. The main difference being found in the shape of their setting, and the lack of certain housings. Various items which were oft used for pain; for those patrons who were far more masochistic, or perhaps, even sadistic. On occasion. Shrugging inwardly, the prostitute headed to the first door on their right. A dark wood which rested slightly ajar. With ease, Aislin ushered Ariadne inside, and shut the door behind them before taking in the ornamental nature of the room's furnishings. A small bedside table set in cherry, upon which the head of a lion had been carved against the flat. Legs rolling into tilted paws stripped of their nails. Sitting atop lay a simple vase of glass textured to mirror an icy core. A single red rose draped lazily across its side. A single, elongated leaf dripping over the edge, while a cool air licked velvet petals. A box of unwrapped chocolates awaiting consumption in its shadow, alongside a shallow bowl containing red grapes, cherries, and strawberries. Lying next to it was a bed colored to match. A sloped headboard rising behind; from whose depths wooden roses seemed to sprout. Their vines twisting together, as beaded fabric to match deep red sheets twirled around it as lazily as a ballerina may during her practice sessions. The sheets, a little too large for the bed, cascaded over the side of its length and crawled along the hardwood floor, reaching for them. It had been left bare save for a single carpet by larger furniture's foot, which lay a simple blanket by which to leave discarded belongings, if they so chose. A simple floral design rested against its surface, scarcely drawing the whore's attention. Although, the window which lay at the far side did. Curtains matching the shade of the silken sheets fluttered softly in the breeze, leaving narrow slit for peeper's eye. Or perhaps, just enough room for a bird to rest against the sill, need it not be startled by pleasured moans. Hanging from the ceiling, towards central stalk, just before one reached the bed was the room's final, true adornment. A crystal chandelier whose glassy shards dangled from sheer glass ribbon. Sharpened points glistened with captured light. Flickering flames from the groupings of candles littered about spacial edges. Charred wicks curling into molten beds of wax given level effect based off how long they had been left to burn. Ghostly white the typical lowborn, while reds and raven feathers were far more high born. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" Aislin whispered, as she released the woman's hand. "Unless you'd like someone else to do that for you. Before we begin to unwind... giving into the base nature of our kind. Carnal pleasures." Aislin paused as she sauntered towards the room's center. "What is it you desire Ariadne?" she asked, "shall we make a show of it, or blow out the lights in favor of inevitable festivities?" she asked. OOCHoller if any of this is a problem.

[Ariadne]

Ariadne had never bought a prostitute before, especially at the Immortal House of Pleasures. Nothing could have prepared her for the walk to the rooms, nor how... awkward it would be. No matter how enticing Aislin's hip swayed while, how warm her firm grip was on Ariadne's hand there was no way to pretend anything but what she was and where they were. The thief was no strange to casual dalliances, but mostly those served in a more professional capacity and were wholly detached. She didn't enjoy it as much as simple sex and had a tendency to restrain herself and withhold darker appetites. Most men responded better to their own perceived power in the bedroom. In her experience, when a woman threatened that power they responded negatively and often didn't enjoy themselves as much as they'd like. So she played submissive, and though she got a few kicks out of it she yearned to stretch more dominant muscles. Walking through the place was a reminder that she had to pay to do so. It was awkward. As they ascended the steps sounds of pleasures began to become more apparent, ranging from pleasure to pain and in between. Aislin took the door on their right and entered, leading Ariadne in. The thief looked around the room, impressed by the interior and decor but a little disappointed. She had expected something larger, a little more grandiose. Perhaps a little toned down on the ascetics as they were just a breath shy of pretensions. Ariadne was given to expansive taste, statements of wealth that were inherently interesting without dominating. The room wasn't what she was here for, however. At Aislin's words Ariadne shrugged a slender shoulder. "I didn't come here to be romanced." She said, her words softly spoken though her brown eyes blazed wickedly. "And we both know that. You whisper such delightful promises, love. I would love to see them unfold." The diminutive thief removed her dark coat, shrugging out of the light fabric. Underneath she wore a red blouse, frilled around the crest of the shirt. A cut out at the top hinted at olive skin beneath, the frills concealing just how far down the slit went. Ariadne smiled disarmingly, feeling more at ease now that they were in a room. Bedrooms tended to be her domain, but it should be interesting to see which was willing to relent. She hung her coat on the small coat stand (equally as decadent as the rest of the room) and crossed the cushioned floor. This particular room breathed romance, doubtlessly transporting patrons into a fantasy they yearned for. It was a pretty illusion, but that was all it was and it held little meaning to the thief. Love was unseen, unknown and completely unpredictable. And too her, it was a lie. So why pretend to be swayed by it's pathetic shadow the prostitutes tried to replicate. She was here for what they really sold. Her critical gaze took her over to Aislin, and a smirk painted her lips. "Lies are so sweet, but only for those who truly believe them. You and I are of a different ilk." Ariadne's stride was slowly and deliberate as she approached the whore, her poise proper and in control. It was so at odds with the lust that clouded her eyes, the hunger that swam beneath. Ariadne stopped, close enough that they breathed the same air. Still with the same slow and deliberate state she lowered her mouth. Her gaze only left Aislin's when she could not longer see the woman's blues, and gently she kissed the juncture between neck and shoulder. She moved lower, leaving moist warm kisses where her lips had been so the air could rapidly cool them. Sensations; it was all about what the whore would feel. Ariadne wanted Aislin to need, wanted the whore to want her client. Her small hands traced the outlines of soft skin, running over valleys and mountains lightly to entice goosebumps and the electric current beneath.

[Aislin]

Ariadne's lips seemed to flutter down the length of Aislin's skin as easily as a feather would in the breeze. Swaying against each juncture, landing on a bed of air before trickling farther down. Mirroring the rain which forced furled wisps of moonlit white to clump. Gathering into sodden mass which clung to central stalk as though it were the last firm hold left in the world. Transparent beads drizzling down the side of rises and shallow caverns, sending a cool bliss through sheets of pained skin. Neon green and blue rivers pulsating just beneath the surface as each touch sent a spiraling sensation coursing alongside. A chilled air which radiated through Aislin's being. Freezing the undulating entities, so that they reflected the ice of her eyes. Smoldering coals lost to the close as both bodies brushed. The whore easing their lithe forms closer as her hands came forward and began to run and down the length of the thief's sides. From the middle to her thighs, over and over again. Sending wave after wave of heat through the palm of her hands. Tightening the chains she had cast about the woman's ankles. Mmm, don't stop. Keep going. Just like that, the hypnotic djed urged as Aislin's hands reached the woman's cheeks and forced her to look up into her eyes. A moment passed before she trailed her tongue along the woman's lips, before diving in. Circling the thief's tongue hungrily with her own, as her hands continued to venture. As her body pressed even closer, trying to force the woman a few steps back. She could feel both of their hearts drumming out a beat for them to play by as her hands settled on the woman's arse. Just like that, her hypnosis begged as she lightly sucked on the woman's tongue, as her hands massaged each cheek, before offering a few light squeezes, and then firmer, more insistent ones. Just like that... Aislin could feel her nails brushing against folds of cotton fabric. She could feel it hissing against her touch, refusing to be torn at the seams. Her frustration grown palpable reflected in the motion of her hands. The way her knuckles danced under her skin as she kept on pressing, as her tongue receded into her own mouth, so that Ariadne would give chase, and she could pin it to the walls as soon as it dared enter. Yes, this is perfect, the magic insisted. Keep going, it went on, as she attempted to fill the thief with a greater sense of lust and desire. Perhaps even, a little need. As she urged the woman back, towards the bed, so as to press her down against its side. And yet, at the last minute, she'd offer a fervent jerk. Twirling their bodies as easily as a ballerina would her own, so that she may rest on the bottom. her back arched, and chest pushed forward, as her head came back. Raven colored hair splaying across the sheets as the thief pressed her against the bed. The whore's greedy hands urging her closer as her tongue circled hungrily, and appendages began to soften their hold. Squeezing periodically each time they dropped again, after having ventured up and down the length of Ariadne's back. Come on, the magic whispered as Aislin bent her right leg at the knee and slowly brought it closer to her chest. But not by much, only a few inches, as the side of her foot slid along the length of the woman's leg. Playing with the fabric of her attire, forcing it to scrunch against her skin. Ease up the length of her flesh, exposing far more to the flickering lights. Although, that wouldn't be saying much, for in neither case, would she be able to bring it past the knobbed cap of the woman's knee. For she was too cautious, pointing the heel out slightly so that it wouldn't scratch the excavation. Nakedness being too precious to be spoiled. Come and take me. Abandon all modesty, and listen to the crashing of the waves. Sensations; all bent on pleasure. Allow it to wash over you. Allow yourself to be satisfied. You know you want to... There was a dull throbbing around each of Aislin's temples. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted to keep on throwing shards of herself away. Even though she'd already won. Even though she already had what she had set out to ensnare. OOCWarning: this thread looks like it is about to get a little steamy. Please do not read if you are not of age. P.S. Ariadne, as always, tell me if you need to edit anything.

[Ariadne]

Slender, muscular legs straddled the alluring hips as Ariadne drank deep the passion that flared in her breast. Need made her impatient, angry with an ache that longed to be sated. The thief felt warmth pooling between her legs, felt her body responding enthusiastically to Aislin. Ariadne lowered her lips, kissing the whore’s neck and shoulders, alternating between warm wet kisses and gentle biting. Her hands – seemingly of their own accord- traced over pale, luminous skin to find the hooks that ensnared more intoxicating flesh. With deft and practiced hands she unclasped the bra and removed the offending piece as if it were a mar on perfection – an ugly cover-up to a beautiful picture. The thief stopped and gazed at Aislin for a few heartbeats, drinking in the woman’s exotic beauty, breathing in her aura. She felt the self-satisfied smirk curve her lips as she looked on her conquest. Following the natural slope of Aislin’s body the thief renewed her kisses with more vigor, teeth ranking against pale skin a little more often, a tad harder. Her hands moved to breast, cupping and caressing gently, the pads of her thumbs stroking back and forth over nipples until she felt them harden, her mouth descending to kiss breast eagerly, tongue flickering out to tease a pink tip before fully enveloping into her hungry mouth. Tongue still flickering lightly over the sensitive hotspot, just the tiniest hint of teeth against such delicate flesh before the thief withdrew and gently blew a stream of cool air onto the glistening tip. She moved to the other breast as her hand returned to caressing and fondling, repeating the tantalizing play with Aislin’s responsive breasts. Ariadne trailed her kiss down further south afterwards, hands running across the pale landscape to map out and explore before stopping at the thin fabric of her panties. Tongue dipping out to slowly lick the skin just above Aislin’s panties before she crawled off the whore’s body completely and situated herself between Aislin’s knees. From where she sat Ariadne could smell the other woman’s scent, sending fire to her own loins. Ignoring her own lust Ariadne kissed the inside of Aislin’s knee and started to move upward, her hands stroking the inner thigh. Ariadne stopped at mid-thigh to lavish attention on her other leg before moving all the way up, alternating between licking and kissing. Teasing could only be drawn out for so long, and the thief was nearly shaking with her own need. But it was a good ache and Ariadne smiled wickedly whilst her thumbs stroked the juncture between Aislin’s thighs. Her fingers then stroked the whore’s sex through the fabric, feeling the dampness through her panties and nearly quivering with lust. She wanted to taste this whore, wanted to hear her scream out. “Tell me you want me,” she rasped her voice barely above a whisper. There was an undeniable demand in her tone. OOCOh, we're getting quite racy, lol

[Aislin]

The air felt warm, despite how little she wore. The time of year; the season. She could sense the candles dancing over her bare chest. The shadows rejoicing around the hollowed hole of her belly button as the light flickered against it, as though they were a group of heathens praying to their elder god. She could feel her body temperature rising as her heart beat faster and faster, thundering against her ribs as her body rocked against Ariadne's own, as though it were a boat left upon open water, devoid of a sail, or even oars to propel it on. Leaving it to sway naturally with the rise and fall of the waves. Thin shudders which caused her muscles to coil and then unwind slowly, over and over again, her hips scraping the inner edge of the wooden support beams. As the thief's soft lips made their way down the Chaon's body, the tingling merely intensified as her body temperature continued to rise. Making her feel as though she were outside, baking her body into a tanned hide within the light of a natural sun. A narrowed chill shot up the length of the whore's spine as her back arched towards the thief's mouth, and her hands raked through her long, raven colored hair. The strands weaving between pale flesh as she closed her eyes and nibbled her lower lip. Aislin's fingers furled, scrunching the hair that had gathered. Clutching it as though it were the only thing keeping her from slipping under. Into another world she thought she had once mastered. She thought herself the mistress of. Slowly, they unraveled, as had the strings that kept her garments bound to her bosom, and slowly, they made their way down her form. From shoulders to the arch between them and her hips. Gingerly they inched over her warm flesh caressing it as she opened her eyes and settled iced irises upon her patron. Again her fingers furled, drawing her nails against exposed epidermal layer. They scratched her skin lightly, causing it to redden, although it never split or raised. Satisfied with herself, the whore smiled wickedly as her hands followed the length of the woman's arms, onto her shoulders, up the length of her neck to her head, where her fingers scrunched before sliding between clumped strands of dark brown hair. Ariadne would likely feel her nails dragging delicately against her scalp as her fingers wove through her strands and pressed her closer. "Oh I do want you," Aislin whispered seductively. The words rolling off her tongue as easily as water would over rock. "And not just your lips. I want every part of you." And then some, the whore thought to herself, as she dug her fingers a little deeper and pushed the woman a little closer, willing her to do more than she had already. So that she may shudder, and tremble against her body. Moan, to signify that she had been pleased, before she rounded and did the same. OOCSorry this is a shorter one. P.S. And you are quite right about that.

[Astator]

Experience Earned Ariadne   Skills Skill Name Points Earned Seduction +3 Observation +2   Lore Lore Earned Cat and Mouse – Being the Mouse Aislin – The Whore Aislin – The Lover The House of Immortal Pleasures - Where Gender is Ignored Aislin   Skills Skill Name Points Earned Hypnotism +3 Seduction +3   Lore Lore Earned Two Shows in A Night Ariadne – The Target Ariadne – The Lover Questions or Concerns : I found this thread to be a great read and it was exquisitely written. I do agree with it being a bit racy, but it does fit for such a location. One more thing, Ariadne, please remember to update your CS to include the living expenses for the Fall and Winter. Thanks! Please, any questions or concerns about my grading. Please PM me!