Post by Laena Pyre on Aug 28, 2018 9:59:21 GMT 1
ALitS - Disguise +1D from time taken: 6d6k5 18
Lady Chami walked along the streets of Gardenton, quiet at this hour, attired as a wife of a mere landed knight should be (Laena was amused by the irony) - someone not really worth paying attention to. Her black hair fluttered slightly in the cool evening breeze. She strode with the steady confidence of a woman knowing where she is going - fast enough to project strength, slow enough that it did not betray nervousness.
Not that anyone cared about yet another minor noble walking about in a city full of them.
Just before she enters the street containing her target, she checks that she is not being observed again before raising her hood. Combined with her shapeless clothes, she could easily pass for a male in the poor light except up-close.
Meanwhile, Laena was well aware of just how foolish Lady Chami was being. Still, ever since her lunch with Bryce, fantasies had been dancing through her head. Very unladylike fantasies, finding fertile ground in her frustrated libido. Early on, they had been .. enjoyable, albeit frustrating, since she was in public. Later on, however, unfortunate details had crept in. Looks of pity and disappointment. She was no maiden, there was no escaping that. But her skill and experience was dwarfed by that of the older man, meaning she would be unable to please him through either total inexperience, or experience. Obviously, gaining said experience would be rather self-defeating - men gossip constantly about such things, after all - but, on considering it, Laena realised there was one of her favourite things available - a shortcut. There was a place where there was a vast array of experience in pleasing men concentrated, where, for the sake of a mere few coins, they could be persuaded to pass on said knowledge.
What could go wrong? Apart from 'everything'?
I hope Aerion isn't here. She thinks absently as she takes a discreet look around to ensure no-one's paying her any attention, before entering The Perfumed Lady without breaking stride, making sure her deep hood still cast shadows over her features.
In the expansive parade of shit decisions I've made this tourney, this is certainly the most impressive.
[Not sure how much narrator input is incoming in this thread - I've already established the purpose of the visit. However, we have agreed that the following roll is required, so I'm rolling it now, so it's done.]
Lady Chami walked along the streets of Gardenton, quiet at this hour, attired as a wife of a mere landed knight should be (Laena was amused by the irony) - someone not really worth paying attention to. Her black hair fluttered slightly in the cool evening breeze. She strode with the steady confidence of a woman knowing where she is going - fast enough to project strength, slow enough that it did not betray nervousness.
Not that anyone cared about yet another minor noble walking about in a city full of them.
Just before she enters the street containing her target, she checks that she is not being observed again before raising her hood. Combined with her shapeless clothes, she could easily pass for a male in the poor light except up-close.
Meanwhile, Laena was well aware of just how foolish Lady Chami was being. Still, ever since her lunch with Bryce, fantasies had been dancing through her head. Very unladylike fantasies, finding fertile ground in her frustrated libido. Early on, they had been .. enjoyable, albeit frustrating, since she was in public. Later on, however, unfortunate details had crept in. Looks of pity and disappointment. She was no maiden, there was no escaping that. But her skill and experience was dwarfed by that of the older man, meaning she would be unable to please him through either total inexperience, or experience. Obviously, gaining said experience would be rather self-defeating - men gossip constantly about such things, after all - but, on considering it, Laena realised there was one of her favourite things available - a shortcut. There was a place where there was a vast array of experience in pleasing men concentrated, where, for the sake of a mere few coins, they could be persuaded to pass on said knowledge.
What could go wrong? Apart from 'everything'?
I hope Aerion isn't here. She thinks absently as she takes a discreet look around to ensure no-one's paying her any attention, before entering The Perfumed Lady without breaking stride, making sure her deep hood still cast shadows over her features.
In the expansive parade of shit decisions I've made this tourney, this is certainly the most impressive.
[Not sure how much narrator input is incoming in this thread - I've already established the purpose of the visit. However, we have agreed that the following roll is required, so I'm rolling it now, so it's done.]
ALitS - Lascivious resist: 4d6 23 What the heck? All that bad luck, and this, *this* is where it chooses to swing the other way? Urgh!
Surprising perhaps even herself, the offer of 'live practice' doesn't particularly appeal - superficially attractive as the men here are, the fact that they are non-martially-inclined commoners means they just don't appeal to her.
