60th Winter 513 AV
Night
Night
"We're going to a whore house tonight," Fallon told him quite firmly. She could almost see his eyes widen and his expression turn from that of blank to of horror. Eyes stared up at him, her expression serious with no sign of giving. She looked oddly clean for a change, the usual layer of dirt that covered her having been stripped clean if not for a few flecks here and there. Her head inclined to one side, and then her fingers scratched at the shirt collar, "Relax, it's only a meeting with Matthew. He wants to talk to both of us. Business, not pleasure." Fallon grabbed the arm of Wrenmae, a firm pull to tug him along as she spouted a wicked grin, "Unless you're into that sort of thing. Come on! No objections."
Fallon was defiant, her stance solid and determined in leading him there regardless of his objections. For this night she was to drag him out through the cold winter air, through the snow to spend time with the harlot. She hounded him, pulling his own clothing into some semblance of order with some speed. She did briefly pause to untangle the chain from his collar, and then smooth it out. But for the most part she continued, even to the point that she wrapped the cloak around him and gave a firm shove forward. She of course was not far behind, her own cape pulled around her shoulders. Of course she was not unarmed, she kept the kukri at her waist when other things were put to one side. Sucking in the cold air, the mercenary pushed him along or at least until looping an arm around his and grinning. A teasing tone escaped, "I'm sure you're good at pretending, but it will only be whilst we're entering. Just... pretend to be interested in that sort of thing."
Words failed her at that point, her brow creasing into a fine line. Perhaps she had rushed him too much, perhaps she had pushed too far. But, even she could not help but feel that this would both do them some good. Sunberth was thick and heavy with the weight of corruption - enough for her not to only set her skin writhing but question everything. Her guard was kept up, her eyes scanning and watching for something to happen. Anticipating that Sunberth would rear its ugly head and strike. Still, she kept her steps firm and definite, her mind focused on what was to occur next. Stick to the plan and the rest should all fall into place.
The Scarlet Sanctum in itself was a steep learning experience for her. Of course she understood the nature of such establishments but it still caused her to not quite know where to exactly look. A lacking exposure to such an environment left her a bit bewildered and unknowning on what to exactly expect. Even as they entered the distinct scents and the sound of burlesque hit her ears. It was clean to say the least, pristine if not for the very loud and suggestive colours. Even her cheeks went a shade of red, her eyes unsure where to exactly dart or look too. And for a moment they settled upon a rather well endowed woman. Her throat constricted, a forced clearing as she spoke up, and addressed one of the less suggestively dressed, "My partner and I... we would... We're looking to hav-" Placing a head in her hand she sucked in the air and placed the coin down, "Matthew, for the night. We... well, you get the idea."
Laughter occurred, the faint utterance of a giggle as one of the girls went off to find the harlot. She turned her head, her shoulders hunching in almost defensively. She released a mutter, "Eyes up, Egyptus."
Fallon was defiant, her stance solid and determined in leading him there regardless of his objections. For this night she was to drag him out through the cold winter air, through the snow to spend time with the harlot. She hounded him, pulling his own clothing into some semblance of order with some speed. She did briefly pause to untangle the chain from his collar, and then smooth it out. But for the most part she continued, even to the point that she wrapped the cloak around him and gave a firm shove forward. She of course was not far behind, her own cape pulled around her shoulders. Of course she was not unarmed, she kept the kukri at her waist when other things were put to one side. Sucking in the cold air, the mercenary pushed him along or at least until looping an arm around his and grinning. A teasing tone escaped, "I'm sure you're good at pretending, but it will only be whilst we're entering. Just... pretend to be interested in that sort of thing."
Words failed her at that point, her brow creasing into a fine line. Perhaps she had rushed him too much, perhaps she had pushed too far. But, even she could not help but feel that this would both do them some good. Sunberth was thick and heavy with the weight of corruption - enough for her not to only set her skin writhing but question everything. Her guard was kept up, her eyes scanning and watching for something to happen. Anticipating that Sunberth would rear its ugly head and strike. Still, she kept her steps firm and definite, her mind focused on what was to occur next. Stick to the plan and the rest should all fall into place.
The Scarlet Sanctum in itself was a steep learning experience for her. Of course she understood the nature of such establishments but it still caused her to not quite know where to exactly look. A lacking exposure to such an environment left her a bit bewildered and unknowning on what to exactly expect. Even as they entered the distinct scents and the sound of burlesque hit her ears. It was clean to say the least, pristine if not for the very loud and suggestive colours. Even her cheeks went a shade of red, her eyes unsure where to exactly dart or look too. And for a moment they settled upon a rather well endowed woman. Her throat constricted, a forced clearing as she spoke up, and addressed one of the less suggestively dressed, "My partner and I... we would... We're looking to hav-" Placing a head in her hand she sucked in the air and placed the coin down, "Matthew, for the night. We... well, you get the idea."
Laughter occurred, the faint utterance of a giggle as one of the girls went off to find the harlot. She turned her head, her shoulders hunching in almost defensively. She released a mutter, "Eyes up, Egyptus."