prose of debauchery shared , marriage of duty & the excitement of forbidden fruits . . . tales spun by ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ซ ( she + her , 21+ ) , independently written for brigertonrps.
discretion advised, content may contain nsfw, minors dni !!
โ โบ @drewharmon !
โ โบ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก โธป [ pillow ]ย โ sender uses receiverโs lap as a pillow
with a sweeping touch, a delicate hand sweeps through tresses as he reclines in her lap. โ are you well, my dear ? โ she questions softly, unaffected by her lack of dress.
"a kind offer from you dear one, i appreciate it," pausing he folded his hands together and grinned, "i don't know why people speak so dreadfully of places such as this when they learn of them. i've found them to be quite the joy."
โ well, with an achievement such as that, i cannot help but celebrate with you. โ she replied with an easy grin. โ people speak foully of what they do not know, or understand, establishments like this are more than just pleasure houses for men. โ this place was a safe home for her girls, an income of her own, a kick in the teeth to anyone who dared to tell her to sit still and look pretty.
the woman gives a nonchalant hum. she cares little for the festivities to come, especially in the days before hand. the night of a different story perhaps, but now she had other things to worry of. โ manifestation can be a troublesome thing, if you're not careful. โ she muses vaguely.
"yes well a princess is a good prize to add to the collection, wouldn't you agree?" he questioned with a smirk. "though you've been keeping busy i do hope?"
" i heard all about your establishment and wanted to see it with my own eyes , " a slight grin graced her lips as she looked around the room , " care to show me around ? "
โ and we are happy to welcome you. โ the elder muses, a gesture to the door way behind her. โ should you follow me, i must ask that discretion is of the utmost importance, what you see and do within these walls must stay here. โ she warns, this was a place for all to explore their darkest dersires, safely.
โ your comings and goings are becoming less discreet, do better. โ she hissed, watching her husband enter their home in the early hours of the morn.
parents names . . . camila mcintyre nee madison and arthur mcintyre.
parents relationship . . . married, contently.
siblings names . . . youngest of two, older brother michael, died when she were seven.
childrens names . . . mary - ellen and matthew moore.
pets . . . none.
income . . . upperclass, lord and lady moore.
residence . . . the ton, currently.
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happiness comes in the form of family, an easy way of life with two children but at a young at, it's all ripped away, shrouded in black for time of morning, the mcintyre family loses a son and brother to sickness and it's never the same after that. though love still shines for their daughter theres a coldness in the home. an absence of a person.
as life continued on, and cordelia was raised to be te epitome of perfection, what to say, how to react, how to chuckle , how to be perfect, and eventually at the age of eighteen she was married, a gentleman of the ton arranged by their parents and neither are too interested in the relationship, friendly enough to be amicable but no where near lovers. they did their duties to their parents.
two children in the span of two years for the married couple, however they do not belong to her husband, though no one should know such a thing, not even her husband, and she loves them dearly, dotes upon them like no other.
eventually as boredoms grew in the ton, ideas struck and a club was created, tucked away and only shared if you know the right people, a place for the gentleman to indulge, and perhaps an adventurous lady or two, madame moore would not turn you away.
