@norringtxn said : ( norringtxn | harlots v2 ) Nervous man lingered in the lobby. His clothing was casual but by posture alone it was obvious he held a high station. He twiddled his thumbs, gaze shifting about as he waited for the highly recommended Esmeralda who would take care of him, as the fine lady who run the place had proudly stated."I am sure all of your girls are equally wonderful, madam." He had told her, earning a pleased chuckle before being instructed to wait just a few minutes.
❝ 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 ? 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 ––– ! ❞ advancing footsteps past her door neither noticed nor cared that her last guest was so freshly departed he was still dripping down a thigh. Esmeralda fell back against the bed with a groan, lost among the many similar sounds echoing through the hall, albeit with a more pleasant motive. What a curse a Spanish-flavored tongue could be. ( although it did pay handsomely, so she couldn’t complain too terribly much ) After another sweet moment of rest, Esmeralda hastened to straighten up, first the cleaning, then petticoats and bodice and a newly made bed, a bit of reapplied rouge and at last her hair. It wasn’t ... disastrous, but it was certainly obvious she’d been occupied. She did what she could with a few pins to smooth the stray hairs away and stuck a petite tricorne on what would not oblige her.
Esmeralda allowed herself one final second of solitude. Then she headed for the stairs –– the perfect darling DEBUTANTE as she descended them, fit for making an entrance into SOCIETY, not a Caribbean brothel. Even the ice blue of her gown seemed coordinated to be all the more striking against the rose of the wallpaper ( it was ). At the landing she had her opportunity to spot the cull properly, prompting the briefest quizzical look that flickered across her face. It was no one she’d known who could have requested her by name, she was certain. So she slowed as she reached the foot of the stairs, pausing at perhaps the third to look to Mrs. Nicholls on the other side of the bannister.
Esmeralda, this gentleman here is making his maiden voyage this evening, shall we say, and I promised him you would make an excellent captain for the christening.
❝ ah. ❞ she took her meaning, and glanced with charming smile towards the gentleman now standing and STRAINING at the seams. she thought she could tell he was a bit nervous, and it warmed her heart just a little towards the poor thing ––– her smile that much more genuine. it was ... a bit puzzling, admittedly, as she was certain that he had to be near thirty years of age if he was not yet so advanced, but she supposed when men lied about that experience they tended to exaggerate in the opposite direction. she’d never known one to claim it YET UNDONE. oh, but he was very pretty. it was hard to believe he’d had NONE AT ALL.
❝ very well, señor. ❞ Esmeralda extended her hand. ❝ let’s get under way then, shall we ? ❞
