[2012/04/04 07:14] Etienne Adonicus made his way through the streets of Ar, some women tried to get his attention when they poked eachother and whispered about him. “That is The Etienne.” they whispered as the mere fact he was indeed Etienne made their hearts race. Conversations about companions that might need to spend their coin in his shop might even be heard. His own attention is with the slave in the cage. Or well more to her hair.
[2012/04/04 07:16] Melinda felt the eyes of a gawker on her. she turns her shoulder away from him. glancing backwards and pushing to eye contat. showing she wasnt shy to. she kept silent. narrowing her gaze. then looked away.
[2012/04/04 07:19] Etienne Adonicus didn’t seem to note any of it while his hand was lifted to his lips and he tapped it in thought “Not a moment to soon.” he mused as if the mere thought of the way the girls hair was treated he believed to be needed in Ar. His level of expertise was beyond anyones comprehension. The love for beauty in some views odd, but than again it wouldn’t be a first that a certain style made it into fashion. The high heeled boots, to camoflage his height as if he was similar to the artist formerly known as Prince and the extravagant coat of fur on that perhaps betrayed his wealth. And as others passed him and whispered he seemed to pay no heed to them. He was used to it. With that he continued his way.
[2012/04/04 07:37] Gaia : “Yes.. yes.. yes!!”, the short loud cries of agreement were prompted by her one palm slapping at the counter now, narrowly missing the sharp side of the knife as the slave girl took everything he had to give — he was like the same knife she just used not too long ago, viciously slicing at her flesh over and over until her entire body was ablaze and buzzing with unbearable tension clamoring for relief. And only him can give her that sublime height when he was good and ready. By the sound of his breathing and the short strokes making her almost insane with pleasure, she knew it won’t be long before her thighs would become the silken roads for his seed. The chopped vegetables joined each other; becoming a colorful disarray as his thrusts became more rapid, forcing her to keep breathing through her mouth and her hands to cling to the edges until her knuckles whitened and her knees banged noisily on some jars laid out over the low shelves.
[2012/04/04 07:42] Etienne Adonicus proceeded the buzzes of whispers in the street. Women blushed if he gave them a little nod of his head while others would point to his coat or boots. In itself his presence was perhaps a little odd – foreign – but than again such was with fashion. Things that might seem odd could be the next fashion thing and it wouldn’t be a first that ladies or men would wear the clothes a seamstress had tailored to his wishes. The paces of a man that knew what he wanted and most of the time would get it too. A glance in the inn to see if there were familiar faces only reminded him that he had seen to many that he didn’t even could recall their names. Perhaps in the crowd were women that still felt the leashes of their companions on their back as they learned of where they had spend their coin. Still his skill couldn’t be ignored, he was good at what he did and he did it with passion. A casual glance into the kitchen only made him smirk. “No moment to soon.” he mused – and with it one could guess were his gaze had been
[2012/04/04 07:44] Jerek reached out with his right palm to grasp the counter and before long the knuckles became pale from their grip. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a figure looming behind and he called out in quite a pleasure gasp, “The shark fin soup is very potent. I suggest you try a bowl!” and then the hand dropped and made for her weeping slit, fingering the swollen nub; his silent affirmation that she might join him after their quick and strenuous labor. One last thrust all the way to the hilt sent him over the edge and he lurched forwards as vegetables rolled and fell to the floor. He grimaced in release and shuddered violently against her battered rear.
[2012/04/04 07:47] Etienne Adonicus laughs “Potent indeed.” he said after giving another look, since his first had only been to their hair. When vegtables rolled over the floor, he tried to evade them – he didn’t wish to stain his new boots. The high heels only there to disguise his small height. He simply continued his way while a hand casually brushed his hair. Suddenly remembering he had left – His Bag – and suddenly felt naked without it. He headed directly back to his Salon.