Her duties were simple when it came to ceremonies such as this. All she had to do was make an appearance. Smile. Wave. Be kind to the heroes. Thank them for their service and wish them well on their continuous journey. Then sitā¦and watch over the party with an air of honor and dignity.
It was easy enough. She had done it plenty of times. Her smile well in place and dazzling. Not a hair uncurled. Her words dipped in honey and reflecting every ounce of the aristocratic nature thatād been bred into her.
Even as the heroes took to the stage and her sister rose to speak on her families behalf, she kept her smile, nodding along to the praise. Remaining upright and poised.
If one were to learn a truthā¦Rebeika hated ceremonies. Hated sitting still for longāher body wanting to move and bend as she pleased. Despised even more sitting still for pretenses no one truly cared about, all for the sake of saving face and showing a united front. Like a well placed doll for people who would likely call for her head should she ever think of so much as stepping a toe out in a way they didnāt approve of.
Instead; she liked to see just who amongst those attending was worth taking her frustrations out on. Her smile and gentleness a lure for hungry eyes and impure thoughts.
Seeing no one amongst the attendees worthy of note, her eyes shift to those on stage. She notices how her sister bounces from one leg to the other, her attention seeming to fight with the paper in front of her and something elseā¦ prompting Rebeika to follow that gaze over to one of their āsaviorsā.
A genuine smile forming as she catches what had flustered her younger sister. She too, now focusing on the imprint of something far more interesting than the applause and cheers erupting in the room as the speech ends. She gives a soft bow of her head, reaching down and grabbing her glass when a toast was called. Lifting it slightly, her eyes on the Orc as she takes a sip of her wine, letting her tongue rest between her lip and the glass, allowing the liquid that poured onto it to ease the want for something moreā¦thick.
It was clear who was the wild one in that group and oh, how desperately she wanted to break that one~
āāālater that eveningāāā
Sheād written a letter, and had it sent to the Orc. There was no need to wait for a reply. As the instructions inside were as follows:
Your presence alone is requested for more intimate celebrations during the hours of midnight and high morning at Falltower tavern. Find the gold rose entrance to the east side of the building. Follow the path down and you will find my door marked with a silver leaf. Knock twice for entry. Do not keep me waiting.
While she, herself, lounged in the bed inside her tavern suit. Black hair hidden underneath magically crafted blonde. A silver mask secured along her face, obscuring the shape and her nose, but not her eyes and mouth. Her outfit was just a sheer red baby doll lingerie set that barely curved along her breast and stopped just along her hips. Fanning open and held together only by a black ribbon along her collar. Black stockings were tugged tight over her legs and held along her upper thigh by a red garter belt.
