why was it that this man had become the hot topic of her brothel ? stress consistently made their face sour, their unkept hair always shielded them so that most ---- if they weren't as close as she was ----- wouldn't notice how many times he just didn't CARE when others spoke to him. it must be his build, his height ---- the aura of being the most powerful man in eudom that had majority of her girls on their toes. the sweet dream to be placed high in a castle without a single worry, servants && maids at your beck && call. it all came at price though, && she was sure that if sieran's families death were made in vain ----- than surely the woman or man he would potentially wed would meet the same FATE.
his sensitivity was contagious. what a thoughtful man he was to ignore her heart && get straight down to what he knew best. she couldn't help but let out a small laugh, more - so to herself, chin tucking toward her neck as she stared down at her fingers still laced together. it was clear that the other had no idea what conditions came with becoming a courtesan. there was little to no time for play outside the brothel doors. the illusion that each man that paid for a fuck was her girl's one && only needed to be maintained. the more citizens on the streets saw that her MERCHANDISE was being toyed with, the less likely that people would show. && because this concerned her best courtesan, she needed to wrap whatever it was that aera && dae ------- UP.
there was apart of her that, deep deep down inside, wished that she was aera when she was the top courtesan before becoming a brothel owner. to have SOMEONE care so deeply about you that whatever ridiculous price the owner would ask for the night, one man would do whatever it took to make sure they were the only one for them to see. it was beautiful, yet tragic, because in the end men didn't like to play with used dolls for too long. even if dae was feeling his heart swell now, the novelty of it all to wear && her aera would be on the streets yet again. sumi needed to protect her girl's hearts, that's what a mother was supposed to do after all.
" money. " she spoke quietly, voice cool as silk while hands now roamed over her thighs, lessening the creases of the midnight blue dress she wore. why was it that all men in this city cared about the same thing ? " i thought you'd be different. " sighing out a breath, she returned her gaze upward to meet his own. though, she took it upon herself to push back his hair that obstructed their view, the tips of her long nails gently dragging over his skin at she tucked the hairs behind his ear. he was beautiful, she could admit that && understand her girl's as she sat so close to him, but there were far too many red flags for her to properly acknowledge it so. " i just want you && your people out of my day - to - day life. " as harsh as it was, she was sure he felt the same way. " also, i'd like my necklace back. the one you took that day. " as she spoke, the hand that toyed with his hair so delicately now rested at the crook of his neck, fingertips dancing over the skin. maybe the charm of her touch wasn't enough to have him under her SPELL, but she willing to try.