There was no warmth in his eyes. Tonight, like most, was strictly business. "A favor for a favor..."
Sunlight streamed through the large glass windows of the penthouse suite of the Mizzenmanst and bathed the bed in warmth. Coatleque stirred and slowly opened her eyes. She looked around briefly before panic began to set in. This was not her room.
His hands caressed her body, and she caved. His touch, rough and calloused - a surprise which only added to the thrill of this moment."
She sat up, clutching the sheets to her bare chest then groaned in pain as she clutched her temples. How much had she drank last night? It could not have been more than two or three flutes. The taste of the wine had certainly hid its potency.
They had spoken for most of the night in hushed yet gentile tones. "Tell me what you truly desire, my dear."
What had she done? She remembered making some off-handed remark about how things could be so much easier. Shady back room deals did not need to be made. The security of Ul'dah was at stake here, after all.
She was lead to the inn shortly after dinner. "A pleasant evening, miss, and a restful morning."
Standing, she all but dragged the sheet with her from the bed to keep covered. She called out, but the suite was empty. The drink that Mister North said he would provide was left on a table just inside the balcony. For that she was suddenly very grateful.
Negotiations has been made far too quickly. "Make certain that she is provided for with the finest silks."
After making herself proper, she did her best to be sure the room was in a likewise state before making her way back to the Drowning Wench. "This was a mistake... What have you done?", were the thoughts that haunted her the rest of the morning. Stepping off the airship back in Ul'dah she felt as if all eyes were on her with disapproving glares. Of course nobody else knew yet, but she did. That alone was enough.
Sunlight streamed through the large glass windows of the penthouse suite of the Mizzenmanst and bathed the bed in warmth. Coatleque stirred and slowly opened her eyes. She looked around briefly before panic began to set in. This was not her room.
His hands caressed her body, and she caved. His touch, rough and calloused - a surprise which only added to the thrill of this moment."
She sat up, clutching the sheets to her bare chest then groaned in pain as she clutched her temples. How much had she drank last night? It could not have been more than two or three flutes. The taste of the wine had certainly hid its potency.
They had spoken for most of the night in hushed yet gentile tones. "Tell me what you truly desire, my dear."
What had she done? She remembered making some off-handed remark about how things could be so much easier. Shady back room deals did not need to be made. The security of Ul'dah was at stake here, after all.
She was lead to the inn shortly after dinner. "A pleasant evening, miss, and a restful morning."
Standing, she all but dragged the sheet with her from the bed to keep covered. She called out, but the suite was empty. The drink that Mister North said he would provide was left on a table just inside the balcony. For that she was suddenly very grateful.
Negotiations has been made far too quickly. "Make certain that she is provided for with the finest silks."
After making herself proper, she did her best to be sure the room was in a likewise state before making her way back to the Drowning Wench. "This was a mistake... What have you done?", were the thoughts that haunted her the rest of the morning. Stepping off the airship back in Ul'dah she felt as if all eyes were on her with disapproving glares. Of course nobody else knew yet, but she did. That alone was enough.
