Ros the Whore

Independent, selective, GoT Ros roleplaying blog. Open to many different plots and to interacting with pretty much anyone.

[rosmorelikeboss]

scarredhound:

     ❝ && exactly how much would it cost to bring you to ME? Gold does not grow on trees, and you cost me enough as it is. ❞ Sandor had no issues traveling here ;; keeping her far from the keep was a WISE idea – the less they knew, the better. ❝ Next time, we’ll make sure they clean this place thoroughly before I am here. ❞

      “I’m sure I’d be able to cut you a deal for travel,” came her quick retort, eyebrow arching as she turned to face him. “I’m sure we could figure something out if you’d like me to come to you. You’ve been a LOYAL customer.” She sent a wink in his direction at this, shaking her head a moment later at his comments. 

        “But of course, I suppose I can always send word along that the rooms need to be more thoroughly cleaned before your visits.”

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arepure:

                 ros. pretty name for a PRETTY woman. she wondered if she was just as pretty beneath those silks she wore.      ❛ this is the first place i’ve seen quite so luxurious in decoration, ❜      she commented, graciously DISREGARDING what ros had just asked her in FAVOUR of jabbing an observation of her own — would the lewdness in her comment be noted? in a moment, she retrieved from her pocket a pouch of coins, deftly picking through it. solid silvers; she picked the DRAGON.      ❛ he told me you were his best. ❜      still ignoring the question.      ❛ is that true? ❜

        “Thank you,” replied Ros graciously, dark eyes following the woman’s face as she looked about the room. “We like to keep the place looking nice, certainly...” Ros allowed the innuendo in the woman’s words to slip by without note, though her sly smile widened nonetheless as she spoke. 

        Eyes shifting downward to the coins that were produced after another moment, Ros chuckled at the woman’s words. “The best? A high compliment,” she replied teasingly after a moment, stepping closer to the captain. “Though I assure you, it is indeed TRUE. I do what I am good at.”

[rosmorelikeboss]

@scarredhound​ continued from x

    Ros’ eyes focused on his form as he went about the evening, finding it quite obvious that he was in somewhat of a bad mood, to put it lightly. But still, Ros would attempt to lift his spirits and do what she was able in that regard. Though sometimes, it was simply impossible, if his day had been bad enough. 

    Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at his words, Ros pouted before waving a hand and starting for the kitchen. Grabbing the aforementioned porter and cracking the top off - as well as grabbing a bottle of wine and glass for herself - Ros began her way back to where Sandor had settled himself. “Here,” she murmured, handing him the bottle before moving to sit down beside him, dark eyes watching him curiously as she did. “Have a bad day?” she asked knowingly after a pause, leaning herself into his side as she spoke. “If it was Rocko again, I really think you ought to get rid of him,” she added, scoffing as she thought of the buffoon of a man that was continuously making mistakes and generally being more than frustrating. 

       “Are you sure there isn’t ANYTHING I can do to make you feel better, baby?”

[arepure-blog]

                  @rosmorelikeboss LIKED FOR A STARTER.

                  the woman looked her PART, that much was for CERTAIN ( how ironic might it be said ! that the woman in the whorehouse be better kept than the woman who reigned destruction ! ); and phasma’s gaze took in as much without abandoned. lack of RESERVATION absolute.      ‘ and i have your company ? or are you standing so PRETTILY for show ? ’

[rosmorelikeboss]

        A smile shifted across Ros’ face as she looked upon the blonde that stepped into the room. “You might say I’m doing a lot of one and some of the other, though I’ll leave that to you to figure out which...” The redhead turned, stepping lithely towards the woman, this PHASMA as she had heard others call her. “The name’s Ros... What would you have me do for you, Captain? Or is there another name you’re more partial to...?” 

[rosmorelikeboss]

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POSTS COMING LATER THIS WEEK.

I have a huge lab practical exam tomorrow (in which I have to know all of the human and cat muscles, plus their insertion, origin, action, etc.) and then another exam for the lecture portion of my summer class this Thursday. So I likely won’t be able to write much until after that! Please be patient with me!! I’ll be back and at it soon. 

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[rosmorelikeboss]

@aloneinmycage continued from x

Ros eyed the young woman curiously. Something seemed rather... off about the entire situation. “Do you need help?” asked the young woman, concern coloring her tone. This girl, she was just a child... There was something nagging at the back of Ros’ mind - a vague recollection, perhaps - though it did not come to her immediately. 

“I... we have food and shelter nearby, should you need it, my Lady. Fresh water, too, if you’d like to clean that scrape.” It was the least Ros could do, truly, for such a girl in need. 

[winterssongbird]

Liked for a starter

          Disappointed her search for Petyr turned up empty,                                                                  she’d been wanting to ask him if he was any closer                                                                                  to getting her out of here even if he’d told her to be patient.                                                                        She wanted to go home. She spotted one of his whores leaving                                                                one of many rooms in the castle and approached her.                                                                                She’d seen her before in Winterfell to but of course never                                                                        spoke to her. She was after all a … whore. Only now Sansa                                                                      felt bad for judging her. ‘’ Excuse me?. ‘’ She spoke softly                                                                       ‘’ Have you seen Lord Baelish? ‘’ she asked in a hush tone. 

[rosmorelikeboss]

        Ros looked up in surprise at the sound of a voice from nearby as she was exiting the room that still housed her newest business partner. Stretching her slightly-aching limbs, the red-haired woman glanced over curiously as a young woman approached her. 

        She was obviously a Lady, gentle-born. A twinge of recognition flashed in Ros’ mind, though she couldn’t quite place it. Certainly, it would come to her... “Are you sure you’re not lost, my Lady?” asked Ros after a pause, her dark eyes locked on the girl. She never knew exactly what Petyr was up to, and she never questioned it. That was the safest way. Still, she couldn’t help but to be somewhat curious. 

         “Lord Baelish isn’t currently here, sweetling. Though I can tell him that you were here.”

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     && @rosmorelikeboss·

     ❝ Tomorrow. I wouldn’t have made it if you weren’t to begin immediately. ❞ How daft had she been? DOUBLE the coin and whatever she had wanted would have made any whore beg to begin immediately – - yet here she asked when he wanted her to start. He carefully pushed her off his chest so he could have some of his personal space back, and he twisted a thick arm behind his head for rest once more. ❝ I’ve got training all this week, and training means I am STRESSED and will require extra attention. You want your double coin, then you’ll make sure that I get it. ❞ && he had no doubt that she would perform well ;; she’d done just fine every previous time he had come to visit her. 

     Once the finer details of it had been set in stone, and the wine was sitting pleasantly in his stomach, he let the idea of her trying to yield a sword grace his mind. It was not a PLEASANT sight ;; in fact, it was a horrible attempt  – she had weak and thin arms, barely useful for sword yielding, and all he could picture was her trying to take a generous swing and being met with a face full of mud. The thought brought some form of a raspy chuckle to his lips – but it was met with silence soon after. 

     ❝ Sword yielding is an extensive sport, ❞ he reasoned. ❝ There are many men on the Kingsguard who can barely handle a sword themselves ;; I’d like to see you give it a try. You’re a SMALL WOMAN– - a sword like mine is likely to reach your shoulders, double that in your weight, I would assume. We can start you off with the wooden sword lords give their CHILDREN for practice.               … That is, if you can ever find it to leave this brothel. ❞

[rosmorelikeboss]

       Ros’ smile widened marginally at his words, nodding after a brief moment in agreement. “Fine, tomorrow it is, then,” she said as she allowed herself to settle down on the opposite side of the bed. “I would hate for you to be stressed,” she added with a wink in his direction. “I suppose I’ll see what exactly I can do for such an affliction... I’m sure I can figure out something.” No man had ever exactly walked away from Ros unsatisfied -- that was something she could pride herself on, at least. Gods knew she had enough experience over the years...

        “What I do can also be quite extensive,” said Ros after a pause, raising an eyebrow as she spoke. “I’m sure I’d be able to rise to the occasion.” Then, with a smirk, the whore continued. “I’m sure you’ve noticed that I can be quite the sword-wielder as it is, in my own way. So even if I can’t handle a full sized sword, at least I can console myself there.” Ros chuckled at this and offered the scarred man a wink, resting back into the sheets as she spoke, her voice lilting.

        “But I’m sure, if given a good enough reason, I could always find it in me to leave this place. Speaking on your deal, I can also come to you, if you’ve got the extra coin. Just a thought to keep in mind.” Smirking at this, Ros stretched and slinked from the bed, glancing back over her shoulder at him as she made her way to the jug of wine on the nearest table. 

         “Would you like some wine?”

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     && rosmorelikeboss

     ❝ If I had wanted a whore at discount price,  I would have staggered my way to the shite brothel across the street. It’s a tempting offer, though. ❞ && his face twists into confusion when she’s tugging at the hair on his chest – why did she insist upon doing that so frequently? ❝ I want a discount AND a new flagon of wine.   I’m sure you make a decent enough wage to afford it. ❞

[rosmorelikeboss]

         “I assure you that the other brothels will not be quite the same as what I have to offer here,” said Ros after a pause, her smirk never fading as she withdrew her hand from the man’s chest. “You’re so sure, hm? I suppose something can be arranged. I’ll see what I can do. I suppose we can work something out, since you’re such a regular here...”

[wasoftarth-blog]

» ║ rosmorelikeboss.

         brienne opens her mouth to try && say something —— likely a counter declining ros’ offer —— but before she can even get a word out, ros is pulling on her arm, tugging her towards the entrance to the brothel. she lifts her chin && hides her grimace, as though sensing just how much corruption is happening behind those solid walls. she has never been any place like it before, yet she thinks she can already hear the sounds of the others && their patrons. in her stomach twists a knot of uncertainty && doubt. she does not belong inside those walls, does not think she should witness anything that goes on, does not think her presence will be welcomed. a woman with armor will be a strange sight; it will raise questions she does not wish to answer && rumors which she does not wish to face.

        there is that promise of food. with a grimace wended into her expression, she follows the woman, every muscle in her body tense && her teeth clenched hard ‘gainst each other.     “     i ––––– i’m not sure how long i can stay.     ”     but a meal certainly sounds good, at a time like this; she has not eaten for several hours, && her stomach feels the need to remind her that she needs food even now. she loathes it for feeling hungry at a time like this, but listens to it in the end. hesitation still lingers 'pon her face. she will never be comfortable here.     “     but a meal would be appreciated. i’ve the coin for that, at least.     ”     which will likely mean, to ros, that she has coins for other services —— services which she has sworn off && will never have.

[rosmorelikeboss]

Eyes shifting back towards the woman begrudgingly trailing behind her, Ros chuckled to herself briefly before turning her eyes forward once again. Who didn’t like a challenge? Of course, if the woman decided in the end that she still didn’t want to, Ros wouldn’t hold it against her. The least she could do would be to try, however. “Tell me, Lady Brienne. Are you traveling through this place alone? Do you have lodging?” Small talk would perhaps warm her up to the idea, and perhaps a warm meal as well. 

“Where else have you to go? Certainly you have some time for a warm meal...” Cocking an eyebrow at this, Ros simply smiled again and reached to open the door of the brothel, ushering the unusually tall woman inside before stepping in after her. Glancing towards a young girl standing nearby, Ros motioned towards her quickly. “Maria, please fetch our lovely guest something warm to eat.” Then, turning back towards Brienne, she motioned towards a nearby room, pushing the curtains out of the way and stepping aside once more. “Please, take a seat. Maria should return shortly with your food.” Then, perhaps, the dear Lady may be more likely to pay for other things as well. “Can I offer you some wine?”

[rosmorelikeboss]

No hard feelings, Ros? ; )

        “…There are many hard things around here, so I suppose feelings don’t have to be one of them…”

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[rosmorelikeboss]

Maybe, maybe not. But @royalsadist sure did...

[thesellsword]

        “So, how much for a night with a pretty young thing like yerself? I know I may not look’it, but I’m good company.” 

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[rosmorelikeboss]

The red-haired whore smiled at the sell-sword, her eyebrow twitching upwards at his request. “I suppose that would depend on what services you would prefer for the evening. Though I do have a first-time discount. Only if you promise to return after, of course... Though I find that my clients usually do.”

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    && ROS.

     His eyes narrowed and he tossed his towel over the small table to the left, hands working at the laces of his breeches. ❝ You drank nearly all of my fucking wine, ❞ he reminded her, and he kicked his trousers aside. ❝ Drank ALL of my fucking wine, then passed out in my bed, snored and kept me up all night, and now you’re taking up my damn tub. Move over. ❞ He let out a huff of disbelief as he shoved his way into the tub, long legs bent at the knee. He noticed her momentary discomfort with the lack of space, and he rolled his eyes – ❝ if you wanted your own bath, you should’ve gone back to the house, then. Hand me that soap. Head hurt?❞

[rosmorelikeboss]

At his words, Ros couldn’t help but roll her eyes - her head seemingly throbbing as she leaned back further in the bathrub, pushing herself against one of the sides as much as was possible in order to make room for the man. “You offered it to me,” she said after a paused, an amused smirk crossing her face briefly before she raised an eyebrow at his words. “Though I think I more than made up for what the wine cost last night... I don’t usually do that trick for free...” 

At his question, however, the whore scowled and sank further down into the water after handing over the aforementioned soap. “Just a tad,” the whore admitted after a pause, one eye cracking open to study the scarred man across from her. “How’s your head. Don’t tell me you’re perfectly fine after all of that wine...”

[rosmorelikeboss]

@astormsend continued from x

             An eyebrow flicking upwards, Ros hovered over the man on the bed - finding herself unsure of what to say briefly. This in and of itself was strange for Ros, who usually handled herself quite well. And yet she had been instructed to come - and had been paid quite heftily - in such a way that she was not quite sure if she should just let the topic go so easily. She had been instructed to be persistent...  

            “Perhaps I can help that headache of yours?” asked Ros with a tilt of her head as another attempt, though she couldn’t help but wonder briefly about the man, despite that it was none of her personal concern. “I am a gift. For your Nameday,” added the whore almost uncertainly, as if the man didn’t already know as much. “Your brother, our King Robert, requested me to come...” Her eyes remained on the man as she waited for his response, deciding it best to simply fall silent. He was perhaps just tired. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t wake up. How may men passed up a free whore, after all? 

[wasoftarth-blog]

» ║ rosmorelikeboss.

          it seems like hours that she stares down at the other woman with an expression that, though she cannot see nor control, more than likely mirrors horror or something other shocked && put-off state. most likely, ‘tis the touch of ros’ hand that has her suddenly bristling, suddenly freezing instead of drawing back. all instincts tell her to lash out, to send a curled fist into her cheek or an arm to push down at the other. she bites them all down, swallows, reaches up to wrap her fingers 'round ros’ wrist. something stops her from taking it down, though —— mayhaps the fact that her arm is so much weaker than hers. she can feel it 'neath her fingers && at the touch of her palm. there is no muscle there, && her skin is even smoother: not at all like brienne’s, which are rough && coarse from years of scarring && training with a sword. she loathes it, yet her touch turns lighter, if only slightly.     “     your offer is kind,     ”     she says, frowning again as she looks away,     “     but i can do no such thing.     ”

[rosmorelikeboss]

             Ros found herself intrigued by this woman, beyond the fact of wanting gold from her business. Part of the woman wondered briefly what the woman would be like, in truth... Perhaps she could treat it as something of a challenge. That, and perhaps it would allow the woman to loosen up, in a sense. Ros had seen what a life of hurt could like, and Brienne seemed to be no stranger to it, judging on another easy glance towards the woman’s face. Raising an eyebrow as she did not remove Ros’ hand - though her fingers moved to grasp her wrist - the whore left it there for only a brief moment more, feeling the muscles and the ligaments tighten under the flesh there. Dropping the hand to the woman’s shoulder, Ros smiled and stood on her toes to place her lips near Brienne’s ear, speaking softly. “Why don’t you come inside at the least, my Lady? You can think about it. I could perhaps get you a drink. Maybe a warm meal?” At this, Ros’ lips lingered briefly on the woman’s cheek before her feet returned to solid ground. 

              Then, deciding not to exactly wait for the woman to respond this time - less time to think, perhaps - the red-head removed her wrist from Brienne’s grip and moved to grasp her hand gently, pulling her as she moved to take a step nearer to the brothel’s entrance. “What do you have to lose, apart form a few moments of your time? I promise our cook is very good...” The woman could pull away, certainly, but that didn’t mean that Ros wouldn’t at least try.