aliceiago
Alice smiled in a cunning way. “This is a dangerous place, love. Everything trading desires is dangerous.” She said with a wink of an eye, her chin jerking in an accepting motion. Rarely anyone who came to drink to her Tavern ever thanked her for doing her job. Sure, it was the polite thing to do but men weren’t polite, and they hardly had any manners left after the first drink. That’s why she watered down the rest of the liquor - they’d be unmanageable if all her drinks were as strong.
“Lucky you. Men bring nothing but headaches. We’re more than capable enough to take care of our own pleasures, aren’t we? All of them.” The succubus added with the mischievous smirk dancing on her lips. She laughed, then, as the girl kept speaking. “Iniquity is another name for sore losers. Those who place bets and lose think we rig our games. But, it didn’t occur to them that if they want their brains in the game, they should keep their eyes off the girls and their throats dry. And men can never control their urges which is why the job flourishes.” Her tone was laced with amusement. The girl appeared innocent, and sweet, but Alice knew things were never the way they looked. She was beginning to like this girl, if only for having the balls to come here, alone. The next question brought a scoff. “Call it how you see it, girl. There are no manners here, and they can’t do you any good in a place like this. Do I fuck ‘em? Sure, if they’re tempting enough. Some of the girls prefer that job, and the owner lets us choose the men. I prefer being behind the bar, but if it gets too boring, I take a guy up for some fun.” Or a girl, though it’s been decades since she took one upstairs. Girls were customers only for drinks, or if they wanted to drag their fiances and husbands out by their cocks. “I wouldn’t be too flattered by men wanting to bed me. They want to bed youthful girls and we’re all young here. I doubt they’d want to bed me if I were sixty and soggy.” She chuckled.
Cass knew all too well that trading what people wanted was a dangerous profession. While her father might seem to be a perfectly honest businessman, he also traded in the darker side of things, which meant she did too. She played on desires, figured out what people wanted, and gave it to them... for a price. What happened to them after that wasn’t her problem. “I imagine the danger is part of the appeal for many.” She knew people too well to deny such a thing.
With a little nervous laugh, she shook her head. “I don’t know how lucky I’ll stay. My father is looking to arrange a marriage for me.” She was arranging it herself, once she found someone that suited her, but women weren’t supposed to control their fates. “And I don’t... know much about... pleasures.” She wasn’t supposed to know. She’d had a few moments, she was hardly pure, but she knew she couldn’t compare that to the women who worked here. “Mm, yes, people are sore losers. Sometimes they complain that my father got the better end of a deal, but really, he’s a businessman. He’s hardly going to allow people to cheat him.” She was always at the ready to defend her father, even though she knew better than anyone else how much of a con-artist he could be. She was his daughter, after all, and took after him.
“You must have a good boss.” Since she was a fair boss herself, she could respect that. It inspired loyalty, meant people worked harder. “I wonder what it’d be like. Having the freedom of who shares your bed. It must be more liberating than being bound to one man, over and over again, and at his discretion. It’s always seemed unfair to me that men are allowed to take mistresses, but women are never allowed affairs.” She laughed. “I don’t know, I’ve known many sailors, and when they’ve spent long periods at sea, they might be desperate even for an older woman. You wouldn’t believe - well, actually, you would. The things that the sailors start to say in my presence when they think I’m not listening, it’s really quite... shocking. They have some rather interesting desires.”
