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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 27, 2007 22:38:23 GMT -5
*Virginia smiled gratefully, her dark eyes eloquent and sad.* "Thank you. You're an angel." *She tentatively hugged Sylvia.* "Someday I hope to help others, too."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 27, 2007 22:41:15 GMT -5
*Sylvia lowered her lashes softly. It was rare that any woman would call her an angel.*
“I’m sure you will. Your heart is too big not to share with the world. You will improve many lives, I am certain.”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 27, 2007 22:55:53 GMT -5
"I'd like to..." *Virginia looked at her wonderingly.* "How do you live this life? Helping others?"
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 27, 2007 23:45:54 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled knowingly.*
“When people come here, they tend to be having difficulties. Some are lonely, some are stressed, some just have no one else to turn to and need reassurance. I am happy to offer that in any way that they need. I love that I bring joy to others. And in return their generosity allows me to maintain my interests and look after myself. Does that make sense?”
*She led Virginia over to the bed and sat, patting the space next to her.*
"How would you like to help people? I mean ideally. Perhaps you might be able to do it here."
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 27, 2007 23:50:37 GMT -5
*Virginia shrugged lightly and sat down beside Sylvia.* "I want to inspire people. I want them to feel they can be better--I want to show people how they can improve themselves. I want everyone to be happy, to know comfort and love." *She thought of Faye for a moment and pushed the pain to the back of her mind.* "...at least once in their lives."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 27, 2007 23:56:17 GMT -5
*Sylvia took Virginia’s hand as she turned to her with a tender smile.*
“Our ideals are not that different. When a man leaves my bed, he does so confident, cared for by a woman that is sophisticated and stimulating. He knows that I require no man in my bed. I choose him, and because of that, he becomes stronger, knowing that he is special enough to be worthy of my attentions. Physical affection is a powerful motivator for people to succeed and improve themselves. The rewards are great. Do you understand?”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 0:00:31 GMT -5
*Virginia's cheeks were still pink, but she was calm.* "I do..." *she said softly.* "I thought I could help Declan...and--and I enjoyed him, as..." *she cleared her throat and her voice dropped.* "...a lover. But...I couldn't marry him only for that. Then, once I'd helped him...we'd be tied together and he'd eventually be miserable and despise me for hindering him. We've always been too different." *She glanced tentatively at Sylvia.* "Do you...do you think I could help more people? I feel--I feel as if I were meant for more."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 0:06:19 GMT -5
*Sylvia’s expression was sympathetic.*
“Sweet Virginia, I think you can help as many people as you would like. I don’t think anyone could resist you in all of your loveliness. Not for long at least.”
*She pressed her tongue to her upper lip in thought before continuing.*
“If you…ever want to, or to observe…the act of physical love can be very inspiring. You might find your own comfort in it. You said you enjoyed him. Imagine that joy without the heartbreak or complications of marriage. Just a mutual bliss, giving to each other.”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 0:09:25 GMT -5
*Virginia's eyes widened.* "Watch? No, thank you--I know...I know how it works. Basically. Um." No attachments. Only helping. "I...could try it, I suppose. But, er--I thought there was an exchange of money involved?" *she shrugged.* "Doesn't that...cheapen it?"
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 0:16:11 GMT -5
*Sylvia smiled warmly and shook her head gently.*
“Oh Virginia, you are so sweet. Yes. There is an exchange, but it is not as cold as that. Here in this house, we are not common whores, women degraded and used. We are courtesans, elegant woman that inspire great men to do wonderful things. Any money we receive is in gratitude and is used however best suits us. It allows us to live comfortably, to take in other women who are less fortunate. If it would comfort you, you could always use it for charity. The most important rule here is simple. Each woman controls her own destiny. She entertains who she wants when she wants, and is never obligated to do so. In the end, this is a safe haven. That is the way it is maintained as such.”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 0:20:49 GMT -5
*Virginia thought about this for some time, a look of intense concentration on her face.* "I could give the money to the church..." *she mumbled half to herself. A minute later, she glanced up until Sylvia's warm gaze.* "Teach me to be like you," *she whispered.*
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 0:27:58 GMT -5
*In truth, Sylvia had never expected this to be so easy. She turned to face Virginia more properly, taking her other hand as well.*
“It is not so complicated. Men want to be stimulated mentally as well as physically. Often before their bodies are aroused. They want to be desired, to be needed. If you can convince a man that you want him, that you value his every word and seek only to please him, he cannot resist you. Sometimes it takes time, but persistence is often rewarded. Do you know what brings you pleasure?”
*She paused, not knowing how to put such matters delicately.*
“If you can focus on your own feelings of desire, you can project that into your affections towards others.”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 0:32:46 GMT -5
((Characterization? What characterization? I'm impatient.))
What pleases me? "Uh..." *Virginia tried to think, tried to remember.* "Well...it was all good, so long as it wasn't, um, rape." *She shook her head, feeling a failure.* "I don't know...specifics."
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Post by Sylvia on Mar 28, 2007 0:37:38 GMT -5
*Sylvia licked her lip, unsure how to propose such educations.*
“Virginia, I don’t know how to put this…but, if you’re willing, I will show you what I mean. I cannot explain such things without you understanding the corresponding sensations…Would that be…acceptable?”
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Post by Miss Sinclaire on Mar 28, 2007 0:41:16 GMT -5
*Virginia nodded innocently.* "Of course--I trust you and whatever methods you may wish to employ." *She shrugged and gave a small, lopsided smile.* "I don't know what I'm doing," *she said a little sheepishly, tucking a stray strand of hair back behind her ear.*
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