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[wickedwitchoftheweigels]

fargoth can pry this ring and these 300 septims from my cold dead hands

[imogendreaming-blog]

Happy

( sumireb )

Ah, the illusive Ladies Night at Black Lace. The only night Imogen actually bothered to go and greet her patrons. Something about seeing a bunch of horny old men just didn’t do it for her, but Ladies Night, a bunch of gorgeous women requesting to see her gorgeous women - she just liked it a whole lot more. They were more well-kept, she didn’t have to escort many out for being too drunk, and generally her girls were a lot more relaxed on this night.

But, she had someone in mind she needed to talk to, Bambi told her about her. A frequent customer with generous tips, someone Bambi actually doesn’t mind seeing. She was a shy girl, so to openly talk about a customer was new, and Imogen’s curiosity was piqued. Especially with anyone who brings in revenue and isn’t a slimy greaseball.

After Bambi pointed her out for her, Imogen approached her at the bar, sliding over a drink for her. A very expensive champagne, even. Anything for her .. richer customers. Flashing her a smile, once Imogen caught the woman’s attention, she was about to speak but took a moment to be taken aback by her face.

Imogen always knew she preferred women, but she never quite knew how much until she seen this person’s face. “Hello, I’m Black Lace’s owner, you can call me Imogen.” She said, her voice soft, as she reached to flip her own hair back.