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Post by Philippe on Mar 20, 2007 15:14:06 GMT -5
*Philippe inclined his head to the young woman.*
Forgive me I am not. I am new to this area of the country.
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 20, 2007 15:31:24 GMT -5
((Sorry Rolo. She'll happily attend to him too, but give her a bit. Unless you want to share at the same time. Which is ok with her.)) “Well then…” *Sylvia sighed lightly as she gazed up to the gentleman.* “Would you care to take some tea?” *She gestured to the seat by the window.*
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Mar 20, 2007 15:46:57 GMT -5
((I would bring in Crane, but I'm not sure if he's the whore-visiting type.))
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 20, 2007 15:54:00 GMT -5
((Well maybe we can change that. For professional reasons...You know, evil professional reasons. And besides...courtesan. You guys and your whores! A whore doesn't put so much effort into pleasing a man's...intellect. ))
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Mar 20, 2007 15:55:48 GMT -5
((Crane actually might be a virgin.))
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 20, 2007 16:06:17 GMT -5
((That's all right. He doesn't have to visit him for sex. She would enjoy stimulating him in other ways too.))
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Post by Jonathan Crane on Mar 20, 2007 17:26:47 GMT -5
((Hey, I've gotta break him in some time... ))
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Post by rhett on Mar 21, 2007 21:01:51 GMT -5
*saunters in, handing his hat, overcoat, cane and gloves to the servant by the door as a matter of habit.* "Well now what have we here?" *takes a cigar from his pocket and clenches it, unlit, between straight white false teeth.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 21, 2007 21:06:44 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled as the new gentlemen entered. Looking up to Philippe, she smiled invitingly.*
“Why don’t you make yourself comfortable and I’ll be with you in a moment with a new kettle.”
*She walked to a servant, ordered the kettle put on and turned to Rhett.*
“Good evening monsieur. Can I help you find some one in particular?”
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Post by rhett on Mar 21, 2007 21:13:02 GMT -5
"I'd like to have a look round, thanks," *he said, smiling and bowing gallantly to kiss her hand.* "Rhett Butler, at yours, Miss."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 21, 2007 21:22:06 GMT -5
*Sylvia’s fingers traced over her bosom gently as he kissed her hand. She sighed lightly and bit her lip.*
“Sylvia. The pleasure is mine. By all means, have a look. Please let me know if you find something that you are interested in. Perhaps a drink?”
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Post by rhett on Mar 21, 2007 21:24:15 GMT -5
"If you could present a Scotch as smooth as your skin I'd say you worked a miracle," *he said with a brilliant flash of a grin.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 21, 2007 21:28:16 GMT -5
*Batting her lashes gently, Sylvia smiled sweetly.*
“Of course, sir. Make yourself comfortable and I’ll return shortly.”
*She slunk off to make him a drink.*
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Post by rhett on Mar 21, 2007 23:29:16 GMT -5
*Rhett lounged gracefully in an armchair, and looked at his cigar. He turned to Phillipe.*
"You wouldn't happen to have a match about you, would you?"
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Post by Philippe on Mar 22, 2007 13:30:15 GMT -5
*Philippe reached into a pocket and brought out a silver lighter.*
Be my guest.
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