-Morning-
The door to the inn room opens, and the world feels like a blur. She's on her high, the rush she feels after each time with someone. The physical high she felt was euphoric and as she stepped slowly out to the Quicksand, waving playfully to the woman remaining behind, she moved to the bar in a haze. It was always like this for her. The world seemed to be flying by her as she was caught in a slow motion feeling of pleasure. She looked back over her shoulder and saw the people standing still at the railing that circled the place. Others, scantily clad. Like her.
Not like me at all. They're whores...I'm...better than them. She said to herself, trying hard convince herself that she was somehow different. She could feel the eyes of the patrons on her, as if they all knew what she'd just done, would do again. The Elezen sitting at the table with friends, and surely they were all staring at her, judging her. The Hyur woman standing by the pillar, dressed in her armor....Melodia could feel her scolding her with those eyes. Everything was a blur around her.
S-Stop looking at me...please. I just w-wanted to have some fun. Why are you all looking at me? please STOP LOOKING AT ME! Her mind screamed.
"Ma'am? Did ye need somethin' t' drink? Ma'am?"
The foggy distant voice ripped her to the present and she suddenly heard the din of voices behind her. She looked at the young man behind the bar looking quizzically at her. "Ah..I...c'n I 'ave a glass o' wat'r, please? Thank ye..." She trailed off, accent overpowering her speech as she was not actively trying to suppress it. She took a quick glance over her shoulder. The Hyur woman was laughing, chatting with another young lady, not once looking in Melodia's direction. She looked to the table. That Elezen and friends were talking quietly and chuckling. Not a glance thrown her way. She blushed. The water was handed to her and she nodded her thanks. Taking a sip she didn't see that the women dressed and ready for sex were leaning on the rail, and were looking at her.
Staring.
Staring at one of their own.
The door to the inn room opens, and the world feels like a blur. She's on her high, the rush she feels after each time with someone. The physical high she felt was euphoric and as she stepped slowly out to the Quicksand, waving playfully to the woman remaining behind, she moved to the bar in a haze. It was always like this for her. The world seemed to be flying by her as she was caught in a slow motion feeling of pleasure. She looked back over her shoulder and saw the people standing still at the railing that circled the place. Others, scantily clad. Like her.
Not like me at all. They're whores...I'm...better than them. She said to herself, trying hard convince herself that she was somehow different. She could feel the eyes of the patrons on her, as if they all knew what she'd just done, would do again. The Elezen sitting at the table with friends, and surely they were all staring at her, judging her. The Hyur woman standing by the pillar, dressed in her armor....Melodia could feel her scolding her with those eyes. Everything was a blur around her.
S-Stop looking at me...please. I just w-wanted to have some fun. Why are you all looking at me? please STOP LOOKING AT ME! Her mind screamed.
"Ma'am? Did ye need somethin' t' drink? Ma'am?"
The foggy distant voice ripped her to the present and she suddenly heard the din of voices behind her. She looked at the young man behind the bar looking quizzically at her. "Ah..I...c'n I 'ave a glass o' wat'r, please? Thank ye..." She trailed off, accent overpowering her speech as she was not actively trying to suppress it. She took a quick glance over her shoulder. The Hyur woman was laughing, chatting with another young lady, not once looking in Melodia's direction. She looked to the table. That Elezen and friends were talking quietly and chuckling. Not a glance thrown her way. She blushed. The water was handed to her and she nodded her thanks. Taking a sip she didn't see that the women dressed and ready for sex were leaning on the rail, and were looking at her.
Staring.
Staring at one of their own.
