THE ART OF PLEASURING IS THE ART OF DECEPTION
Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo
♖ Attire ♖
Well it was quite the day indeed, she sat atop of one the railings of their balcony, predawn the sun still hadn't dragged itself out of the depths of the earth yet one could hardly tell that the stars were out. For lights seemed to shine from every surface the city gave off a vibrancy she had not felt in many months. Some princess or fine lady of the court had a birthday, for days the celebrations had gone on, stalls and vendors operating at all hours in the day, ships flying throughout the sky transporting delegations of international visitors, streams of visitors had filled up the city, every household with a spare bed and rented it out for coin was flowing from every crevice in the place. From above where she casually perched gazing down upon her kingdom the females neon gaze caught sight of pickpockets streaming through the streets. Their smooth hands lifting only a few jewels from each purse before slipping onto the next. Some excelled at their trade whilst others would be slow and clumsy, they would be picked up within the next few days. As the rats crawled out from the sewers the doves flocked down into the streets, rune knight patrolling, some more serious than others who were partaking in the excitement themselves. Neon nails clicked along the smooth surface of the wood, fair games over in one area whilst food stalls were everywhere, dancers, acrobats and extertainers performed for tips and stages had been set up for muscicians and musicals. The wonderful and light side of socity in fiore was shown. Yet so was the rest of it, flickering neon signs of brothels, displaying their sale prices for the festivals as the human woman displayed so much skin she almost mistook them for bare pigs. Poor pigs, such an insult, atleast pigs tasted nice when cooked.
A swirl of skirts fluttered with soft breaths, she had spun sound, leaping off the riling as long strides took her back into the room. She was here with the dream weaver, wherever the dream weaver was for she knew the creature had a tendency to change appearances at a moments breath, it was rather refreshing to have someone so electric by her side, not only that but the being wasn't human nor lowly beast. A proud species which she could respect as a quality being of the universe. A slight hum purred from her throat as the female danced across the wooden floor, its tune as erratic and unpredictable as the corpse splayed out in the middle of the room. Simply killed his spine had been corroded away at the base of his neck, it was a rather nice piece of work, no blood dripped from the slaughtered livestock. They had needed a room, all in the city was booked up, people were staying in abandoned houses and estate stables for a chance to take part in some foolish events. Now they had a prime location with quite the view.
Coming to a brief stop, top hat sat neatly on the desk as she took a moment to straighten the cravat at her neck. "Dreamweaver, it's a few hours before dawn. Shall we go and scout around? Mess around a little, we can always go back again at a better time." Yes, her stomach was in need of filling and the crowds were growing tired, they needed something to zest the world up, sharpen their senses and their bones into little toothpicks.
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