(Did you think I had forgotten you?)
With my impromptu shopping out of the way I start to head back from the Exchange up towards the Gate of Nald. With my hands on my pockets and my affable smile at the ready I keep walking up the streets, the crowds thinning the further you get away from the markets. Eventually I get far enough up the avenues to start approaching the Quicksand again, it standing tall and proud from its front entrance directly in front of the Gate. Its the first thing you encounter in this city, a large and impressive water fountain that sits to the facade of the building with the steps that lead up to the entrance flanking it on both sides.
Unfortunately for me the first thing I encounter today when I reach the gate is Ulain. Ulain Luax, an incompetent investor who can not for the life of him dress anything but poorly. He never fails to have a cheap paid Courtesan on his arm as he walks around and tries to leech off of successful men and women of Ul'Dah – or pretending to be our friend to impress his paid-for-date. I wish I could roll my eyes, but he may one day be useful to me though I very much doubt it.
“Ah MR. Otto VANN!†He makes a point of emphasizing my name in hopes that his arm candy will be impressed. I've been with her before and I know she has been impressed with me. I'd laugh if it mattered, I just can't bring myself to get involved though. Still I go from a leisurely pace to trying to look busy and non-plussed. I can not be bothered with someone trying to pitch me some idiotic investment venture that he cooked up last night.
I look to him with pursed lips and a slight tilt of my head to show 'I really don't have time for this'. He is a smart man and is perceptive enough to pick up on it – but he persists nonetheless. He drones on “I was just talking to my latest dame here about this swell idea I had to earn some serious gil.†I can barely breathe in to reply before this rotund little hyur plows into the rest of his pointless pitch “Picture this, your jewelry on all the gals on Ul'Dah. Not just any gals but the courtesans of Ul'Dah.†He takes a moment to stop and breathe, looking at me with disdain as he continues his pitch “Now I know what your thinking. My jewelry on whores?! Trust me my boy I've got it all figured out...â€
Holding up a hand of protest to his face I cut him off “Ulain, please. Not now. I have...â€
If there is one thing in this world I can not and will never stand for – it's being rudely interrupted, especially when I am all of polite and cordial. Immediately Ulain launch into his spiel “Ah come on partner. I'm just trying to make us both rich! You pay me a finders fee and I provide the girls with the mosy eyes on them. Whadda ya say?â€
Moments like these require men like me to make fools like this hate us so we can be left in peace. Ulain doesn't care about pitching me the idea successfully, he's just trying to impress that lovely little Miqo attached to his arm. I look back to appraise her again, trying to recollect her name and shutting Ulain out of my world. In the background I could still imagine hearing him bleat on about the woman on his arm upon seeing my notice her, telling me her name and how lovely she is but I can't hear him after making her the focus of my mind for the moment.
Her eyes find their way to mine, sultry and inviting and we simply hold each other's gaze as we think about whether we feel like leaving together and dumping Ulain to his machinations, alone. She has rimmed her eyes with dark shades of purple, matching the color of her eyes – much like Lhea does. Mocha colored skin that's obviously smooth to perfection, jetblack hair that's been left to grow long and hang down a part of her back. The Miqo is short in stature, even for her own kind and also lacking much of a chest – something some men pay extra for to fulfill their desire for younger looking types. She is about everything you'd want from someone paid to hang onto your arm and keep your bed warm. She finally breaks the stand-still and smiles at me, her eyes only barely speaking to me – whispering 'Please. Can I come with you?'.
[To be continued...]
With my impromptu shopping out of the way I start to head back from the Exchange up towards the Gate of Nald. With my hands on my pockets and my affable smile at the ready I keep walking up the streets, the crowds thinning the further you get away from the markets. Eventually I get far enough up the avenues to start approaching the Quicksand again, it standing tall and proud from its front entrance directly in front of the Gate. Its the first thing you encounter in this city, a large and impressive water fountain that sits to the facade of the building with the steps that lead up to the entrance flanking it on both sides.
Unfortunately for me the first thing I encounter today when I reach the gate is Ulain. Ulain Luax, an incompetent investor who can not for the life of him dress anything but poorly. He never fails to have a cheap paid Courtesan on his arm as he walks around and tries to leech off of successful men and women of Ul'Dah – or pretending to be our friend to impress his paid-for-date. I wish I could roll my eyes, but he may one day be useful to me though I very much doubt it.
“Ah MR. Otto VANN!†He makes a point of emphasizing my name in hopes that his arm candy will be impressed. I've been with her before and I know she has been impressed with me. I'd laugh if it mattered, I just can't bring myself to get involved though. Still I go from a leisurely pace to trying to look busy and non-plussed. I can not be bothered with someone trying to pitch me some idiotic investment venture that he cooked up last night.
I look to him with pursed lips and a slight tilt of my head to show 'I really don't have time for this'. He is a smart man and is perceptive enough to pick up on it – but he persists nonetheless. He drones on “I was just talking to my latest dame here about this swell idea I had to earn some serious gil.†I can barely breathe in to reply before this rotund little hyur plows into the rest of his pointless pitch “Picture this, your jewelry on all the gals on Ul'Dah. Not just any gals but the courtesans of Ul'Dah.†He takes a moment to stop and breathe, looking at me with disdain as he continues his pitch “Now I know what your thinking. My jewelry on whores?! Trust me my boy I've got it all figured out...â€
Holding up a hand of protest to his face I cut him off “Ulain, please. Not now. I have...â€
If there is one thing in this world I can not and will never stand for – it's being rudely interrupted, especially when I am all of polite and cordial. Immediately Ulain launch into his spiel “Ah come on partner. I'm just trying to make us both rich! You pay me a finders fee and I provide the girls with the mosy eyes on them. Whadda ya say?â€
Moments like these require men like me to make fools like this hate us so we can be left in peace. Ulain doesn't care about pitching me the idea successfully, he's just trying to impress that lovely little Miqo attached to his arm. I look back to appraise her again, trying to recollect her name and shutting Ulain out of my world. In the background I could still imagine hearing him bleat on about the woman on his arm upon seeing my notice her, telling me her name and how lovely she is but I can't hear him after making her the focus of my mind for the moment.
Her eyes find their way to mine, sultry and inviting and we simply hold each other's gaze as we think about whether we feel like leaving together and dumping Ulain to his machinations, alone. She has rimmed her eyes with dark shades of purple, matching the color of her eyes – much like Lhea does. Mocha colored skin that's obviously smooth to perfection, jetblack hair that's been left to grow long and hang down a part of her back. The Miqo is short in stature, even for her own kind and also lacking much of a chest – something some men pay extra for to fulfill their desire for younger looking types. She is about everything you'd want from someone paid to hang onto your arm and keep your bed warm. She finally breaks the stand-still and smiles at me, her eyes only barely speaking to me – whispering 'Please. Can I come with you?'.
[To be continued...]
