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Post by Lucy Harris on Dec 22, 2007 6:20:22 GMT -5
*Lucy nodded. When she'd joined the Dregs, Nellie had asked her to do the same thing*
"Aye, I can. Y'know where a good spot is for pickin' up boys? I've been 'avin' trouble lately."
*She pouted at that, not liking to admit that she hadn't gotten the hang of Paris yet.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 22, 2007 8:08:55 GMT -5
*Sylvia pursed her lips, looking for a polite way to explain what she meant. She tilted her head, readying to study the girl's response.*
"Not like that. I mean, with me. Just show me your method, as if I was a man."
*She smiled encouragingly.*
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Post by Lucy Harris on Dec 22, 2007 8:41:20 GMT -5
*For the first time in her memory, Lucy got flustered*
"I...er...what?"
*She stammered for a moment before regaining her composure*
"Won't work. Ye're not a boyo. Can't concentrate."
*She knew her face was red, but really...the very idea...*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 23, 2007 10:18:31 GMT -5
*Sylvia lowered her eyes, pursing her lips before she spoke. This would take some work. She spoke softly, trying to encourage the girl.*
"Lucy, Dahlia's house is full of rarefied tastes. I do not suggest that you must satisfy them all, far from it, but I think you have worked long enough to know the value of a good imagination. And..."
*She licked her lips in thought.*
"Concentration is something that one must be able to command in the most stressful situations."
Like waking up next to someone that you've never met but swears you were in love.
*She swallowed the thought back as she continued.*
"I'm not suggesting that you take me to bed, merely show me how you would convince me to do so."
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Post by Lucy Harris on Dec 24, 2007 13:17:12 GMT -5
*The redness faded from her cheeks, but only a little*
"I jus'...ask what's yer pleasure, an' they' answer an' we go upstairs. Innit 'ow it works?"
*She wasn't trying to be difficult. It was only that her experiences were a far cry from a place like Dahlia's.*
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 27, 2007 10:08:40 GMT -5
*Sylvia pursed her lips, trying to be diplomatic about this.*
"Lucy..." *she started slowly.*
"What we do here...it's more than sexual congress. It's...fulfillment."
*She looked down, trying to think of an example. Noting the teapot, she lifted it with practiced grace, pouring the girl more with the art of a geisha.*
"The anticipation of the thing, the promise...it stems from all that we do. It's in the way we whisper a word or how we trace the line of our collarbone. It's that promise...that seduction. It is what separates us. Keeps us in control. If you master this art, you will have men hanging on your every word, willing to give to you, and not just for that beneath your skirts. Do you understand?"
*She met Lucy's eyes hopeful.*
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Post by Lucy Harris on Dec 27, 2007 12:56:39 GMT -5
"Ahhh...yes, I do."
*She smiling, her embarassment gone*
"Would be nice, bein' th' one that's callin' th' shots. Being th' respectable one what 'as 'em eatin' out o' me 'ands."
*Her smile became a grin*
"Anticipation." She said, drawing the word. "I've seen it, on stage, them's hangin' on every word of mine. Would love to 'ave that for all occasions."
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 27, 2007 19:25:24 GMT -5
*Sylvia nodded.*
"It is a powerful sensation. One that is hard to give up once you possess it."
*Her eyes narrowed.*
"But it is hard work. Are you willing to dedicate the time to it?"
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Post by Lucy Harris on Dec 27, 2007 19:29:45 GMT -5
"Aye. I've got all th' time in th' world."
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 27, 2007 19:53:21 GMT -5
"Very well then."
*Sylvia laced her fingers and rested her hands on her lap decisively.*
"I'll see to fixing a room up for you. You'll start your studies tomorrow."
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Post by Lucy Harris on Dec 27, 2007 19:55:38 GMT -5
*Lucy smiled at her gratefully*
"Thank ye, ye won't be sorry, I promise. I'll be th' best student ever, ye'll see."
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Post by Sylvia on Dec 27, 2007 20:02:17 GMT -5
*Sylvia looked sad a moment, thinking on Virginia, but collected herself and smiled as she stood.*
"Everything will work out wonderfully, I'm sure."
*She turned and left to make the arrangements.*
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Post by Lucy Harris on Dec 27, 2007 20:03:54 GMT -5
*Trying not to grin so much at her good fortune (her face was starting to hurt) Lucy waited patiently as Sylvia moved off. She glanced at the freshly poured tea. Hell, why not? She grabbed the cup and sipped from it, sighing contentedly *
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Post by Valmont on Jan 31, 2008 2:09:23 GMT -5
*NEW NIGHT*
*Valmont pulled off a glove, finger by finger, as he gazed around the room. Dahlia always kept such a fine house. And he was well known enough here to warrant special attention. And notification when there was a new girl of special quality. He was always curious.
Not that he needed to pay for it, of course. It was fun, from time to time, to see what got washed up.
Dahlia swept up and greeted him warmly.*
"Here for the new girl, I expect?" *she asked.*
"You read my mind, as always, Madame," *he replied.* "Does this fascinating creature have a name?"
"Hester," *Dahlia said. Valmont's lips quirked. Perhaps Dahlia didn't get the joke.*
"Well then. Led me to her."
((Yes, I know Valmont predates Hawthorne. Let's assume that if he'd lived long enough, he'd have read The Scarlet Letter. Also, I'm assuming they know the name Audrey gave Blackie. Which might be godmoding.))
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Post by Valmont on Apr 7, 2008 9:50:36 GMT -5
*NEW NIGHT*
*After an unsuccessful night out with the obviously love-addled Rochester, Valmont arrived at Madame Dahlia's seeking a particular young lady. It was not his habit to pay, but in certain circumstances one had to seek refuge where one might. It wasn't that there was a shortage of skirt in Paris. Lord, no. But something was distracting him from the game.
And when one couldn't play the game, the choices were to despair or to make up for it.*
"Madame," *he said smoothly.* "Is there a young woman here by the name of Ilsa?"
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