88th Day of Spring, 514 AV
19th Bell
With Akajia's reign nearing with every gradual slip of Syna from the horizon, the shadows signalling nightfall had exuberantly begun to stretch and dance across the city streets. Taverns were filled with boisterous drunks and street corners were crowded by shady packs of strangers. The brothels were certainly not neglected by Sunberth's denizens either, especially Ruby's Scarlet Sanctum. It was a quaint, high end sort of establishment despite the nature of the business. The building itself didn't fair much better than any of the other ramshackle clusters, but the brothel's owner ensured the interior told a far different story. Furniture scattered about the place hinted toward luxury, and the cascades of lush fabrics whispered empty promises about the lifestyles of an upper class. The incense that burned was both soothing and arousing all at once, playing its own part in the lavished experience the whore house swore to provide. Those were all minor details of course. The showroom was what really separated the Scarlet Sanctum from the rest of the bordellos.
The room was expansive and open, a wide room crowded with filled seats all pointing in the same direction. Oil lamps burned low upon the side tables while all attention was focused on the extravagantly illuminated stage. Bare chested men with black bow-ties and flattering pants serviced the audience with drinks. Women would pass through the heavy curtain and perform dances and burlesque. The nightly event was so well organized and executed, one might forget exactly where they were. Let it not be confused though, every performer and serviceman was up for sale like common merchandise. And like all goods in Sunberth, guards were hired and stationed about to ensure no harm came to Ruby's prized investments. That's where Kaie came in.
It had been in her first few days in Sunberth that a trusted friend, Matthew, had peeled the Myrian off the streets and into the Scarlet Sanctum. Ruby had graciously allowed her to room with the harlot freely in exchange for her service as a bouncer. Naturally the position and location were a far cry from ideal, but she hadn't really been in a place to refuse the offer. So there she was, dressed up in one of Ruby's new lethal designs at the back corner of the room. Her simple leather vest had been exchanged for a tight, black one that accentuated her chest and laced up the sides of her rib cage, and a pair shorts of the same color. Uncomfortable was certainly an understatement, but the gladius worn upon her right hip maintained what was left of her sanity.
Can't wait to get this petching thing off, Kaie thought grimly, amber eyes blazing across the audience as the first girl stepped across the stage in something resembling expensive rags. Another bell of this and I'm going to forgot how to breathe dammit. Several chimes of gyrating and wolf whistles later, the savage finally moved from her spot in the shadows to maneuver closer for a security sweep. Nothing too imposing or obstructive for the viewers, just across the last row and down one side. Then it would be back to the door for what she assumed would be another uneventful bell. Still, her right hand never left the handle of her blade. She could've be in need of it sooner than she thought.
19th Bell
With Akajia's reign nearing with every gradual slip of Syna from the horizon, the shadows signalling nightfall had exuberantly begun to stretch and dance across the city streets. Taverns were filled with boisterous drunks and street corners were crowded by shady packs of strangers. The brothels were certainly not neglected by Sunberth's denizens either, especially Ruby's Scarlet Sanctum. It was a quaint, high end sort of establishment despite the nature of the business. The building itself didn't fair much better than any of the other ramshackle clusters, but the brothel's owner ensured the interior told a far different story. Furniture scattered about the place hinted toward luxury, and the cascades of lush fabrics whispered empty promises about the lifestyles of an upper class. The incense that burned was both soothing and arousing all at once, playing its own part in the lavished experience the whore house swore to provide. Those were all minor details of course. The showroom was what really separated the Scarlet Sanctum from the rest of the bordellos.
The room was expansive and open, a wide room crowded with filled seats all pointing in the same direction. Oil lamps burned low upon the side tables while all attention was focused on the extravagantly illuminated stage. Bare chested men with black bow-ties and flattering pants serviced the audience with drinks. Women would pass through the heavy curtain and perform dances and burlesque. The nightly event was so well organized and executed, one might forget exactly where they were. Let it not be confused though, every performer and serviceman was up for sale like common merchandise. And like all goods in Sunberth, guards were hired and stationed about to ensure no harm came to Ruby's prized investments. That's where Kaie came in.
It had been in her first few days in Sunberth that a trusted friend, Matthew, had peeled the Myrian off the streets and into the Scarlet Sanctum. Ruby had graciously allowed her to room with the harlot freely in exchange for her service as a bouncer. Naturally the position and location were a far cry from ideal, but she hadn't really been in a place to refuse the offer. So there she was, dressed up in one of Ruby's new lethal designs at the back corner of the room. Her simple leather vest had been exchanged for a tight, black one that accentuated her chest and laced up the sides of her rib cage, and a pair shorts of the same color. Uncomfortable was certainly an understatement, but the gladius worn upon her right hip maintained what was left of her sanity.
Can't wait to get this petching thing off, Kaie thought grimly, amber eyes blazing across the audience as the first girl stepped across the stage in something resembling expensive rags. Another bell of this and I'm going to forgot how to breathe dammit. Several chimes of gyrating and wolf whistles later, the savage finally moved from her spot in the shadows to maneuver closer for a security sweep. Nothing too imposing or obstructive for the viewers, just across the last row and down one side. Then it would be back to the door for what she assumed would be another uneventful bell. Still, her right hand never left the handle of her blade. She could've be in need of it sooner than she thought.
