Today, lost most days, I picked my signature suit after giving the other colors and designs real thought. Pink with red accents and pinstriped pants. Admittedly it’s not a 100% symmetrical pattern or color palette, but I’m a right sucker for pastels and deep reds. When men of my wealth and political magnitude show up to events in gaudy colors, bucking trends and ignoring the standard order of fashion, its usually a firm message for those that can read it.
Ridley, always one to be a yes-woman over the little things, simply nods in approval and stands at half attention, knowing she’s debriefed me fully on the day. However, as always, she’s quick to remind not even minutes later “Don’t forget your one appointment today, its at nine with Lucy.†Well I suppose I can’t blame her for reminding me before I’ve had a chance to finish a thought with my hungover addled mind, sometimes people do get stood up by me, such is the way of things when you have a tight schedule to maintain, with some women above that coming and going as they please, my favorites if you could call them that. Lucy though, well if I have Ridley going to Falcon to put her down on my schedule for tonight, I know it’s going to be a long and very pleasing one. That’s a real pro at her work, classy in her own way. I’d smile my typical small smile, but no one would see it under the beard anyways.
Bath time, finally. I hate sleeping, I hate not enjoying all of my time, but taking a bath is something I can always do. When I was romantic Kerwin they would say I was addicted to the water, and she wasn’t wrong. Ridley quick to set my oil burner with fresh Lavender, finally stands in front of me as she usually does putting her beret back on ready to leave. Its about time for her to tend to her own personal schedule. She came to me in private just yesterday, sheepishly asking me if she could spend time with one of my favorites in a more ‘personal’ way. Hard for me to turn her down, I knew Keru would say yes if I mentioned Ridley had an eye for her. I can only imagine the fun those two are planning on having once she leaves me to my bath. I said earlier I know scant little about Ridley’s bedroom life, but the right people have told me after a time with her that she’s one of the best. My little unassuming Ridley, a master of the bedroom – who knew.
She gives me her typical salute asking me if I need anything else, and that if anything comes up I know where to find her. With that she spins on that heel, her greaves stomping a bit as she marches out in those massive leggings she loves so much. I waste no time relaxing down into the water, sitting off the bench and instead in the middle of the tub, slouching low so that my nose barely sits over the surface of the water – letting the heat fully seep into my body. I just love burning Lavender oil, it has a way of making the hungover cloud in your mind dissipate better than any drug I’ve taken from the local alchemists to clear my head. Truth be told I sometimes sleep in my tub, for up to an hour it would seem. Easy to let time slip when you no longer have to work hard due to want.
I wonder if I should send Jancis a mogmail invitation to lunch with her again sometime. She’s a smart woman who likes to hide it, and I could use her for personal advising of sorts in my personal matters. She has a way of listening to me rant, almost like confession, however I am deeply cautious about leaning on her or anyone for too much. It would be too easy for someone to see me interact with Jancis too much in public and assume she's one of my girls or that we are romantic of sorts and kidnap her for details about me or The Syndicate. The Syndicate has a way to force a bit of isolation on those that aren't completely soul-less and heartless and look to only use people until they expire.
I’ll get to that after I awake from this tub though...
[To be continued...??]
[I need advice from here, I dont know if I did well throughout all of it]
Ridley, always one to be a yes-woman over the little things, simply nods in approval and stands at half attention, knowing she’s debriefed me fully on the day. However, as always, she’s quick to remind not even minutes later “Don’t forget your one appointment today, its at nine with Lucy.†Well I suppose I can’t blame her for reminding me before I’ve had a chance to finish a thought with my hungover addled mind, sometimes people do get stood up by me, such is the way of things when you have a tight schedule to maintain, with some women above that coming and going as they please, my favorites if you could call them that. Lucy though, well if I have Ridley going to Falcon to put her down on my schedule for tonight, I know it’s going to be a long and very pleasing one. That’s a real pro at her work, classy in her own way. I’d smile my typical small smile, but no one would see it under the beard anyways.
Bath time, finally. I hate sleeping, I hate not enjoying all of my time, but taking a bath is something I can always do. When I was romantic Kerwin they would say I was addicted to the water, and she wasn’t wrong. Ridley quick to set my oil burner with fresh Lavender, finally stands in front of me as she usually does putting her beret back on ready to leave. Its about time for her to tend to her own personal schedule. She came to me in private just yesterday, sheepishly asking me if she could spend time with one of my favorites in a more ‘personal’ way. Hard for me to turn her down, I knew Keru would say yes if I mentioned Ridley had an eye for her. I can only imagine the fun those two are planning on having once she leaves me to my bath. I said earlier I know scant little about Ridley’s bedroom life, but the right people have told me after a time with her that she’s one of the best. My little unassuming Ridley, a master of the bedroom – who knew.
She gives me her typical salute asking me if I need anything else, and that if anything comes up I know where to find her. With that she spins on that heel, her greaves stomping a bit as she marches out in those massive leggings she loves so much. I waste no time relaxing down into the water, sitting off the bench and instead in the middle of the tub, slouching low so that my nose barely sits over the surface of the water – letting the heat fully seep into my body. I just love burning Lavender oil, it has a way of making the hungover cloud in your mind dissipate better than any drug I’ve taken from the local alchemists to clear my head. Truth be told I sometimes sleep in my tub, for up to an hour it would seem. Easy to let time slip when you no longer have to work hard due to want.
I wonder if I should send Jancis a mogmail invitation to lunch with her again sometime. She’s a smart woman who likes to hide it, and I could use her for personal advising of sorts in my personal matters. She has a way of listening to me rant, almost like confession, however I am deeply cautious about leaning on her or anyone for too much. It would be too easy for someone to see me interact with Jancis too much in public and assume she's one of my girls or that we are romantic of sorts and kidnap her for details about me or The Syndicate. The Syndicate has a way to force a bit of isolation on those that aren't completely soul-less and heartless and look to only use people until they expire.
I’ll get to that after I awake from this tub though...
[To be continued...??]
[I need advice from here, I dont know if I did well throughout all of it]
