A moment in Mota's life
The door knob jingled and she swung the door open. Wrinkling her nose, she looked over the room. She had asked for the best room and expected such. Setting her possessions down on the table, she looked over the basket of fruit and turned to glance out the window. The warm desert winds blew through the open window causing the sheer curtains to billow.Unclasping her ponytail, she dragged her fingers through her hair and yawned, moving to the small adjacent bathroom. Finding some nice smelling oils, she started a hot bath. While the tub filled, Mota stared into the mirror, looking at her reflection. She saw a physically attractive face look back at her. Bright golden eyes, long lashes. A pouty mouth that could offer a coy smile. Long strawberry blonde hair, when not pulled back it would flow over her shoulders and pool around the small of her back, the ends curling gently. She scrunched her nose again. That is your gift…be appealing to others, use them to get what you want.
She looked down, breaking her own gaze. She hated those thoughts, the words told to her repeatedly by her mother, Sula. She knew she was bitter. Poe had been able to escape from the pressures of the family; to be free of Sula. Nothing had changed for Mota. Not a damn thing. The female could feel the anger boiling within, her face flushed. She took a calm breath. Never show your needs…never show your emotions. All you have is your outward appearance. Use it.
Her fingers clenched and for a brief moment she imagined punching the mirror, right at the image reflected back. Disrobing, she paused to examine her form. Alluring enough…always having been able to distract those she needed to with a sway of her hips and soft smile. She turned to stop the water, sitting on the edge of the tub and letting her legs slip into the scented liquid. Thought of her own freedom had been more intrusive. It’s why she had agreed to work with Crycreed. She needed a way to make her own gil. She had little to offer except the use of her female wiles to meet the goals and orders set before her. She bitterly closed her eyes. My needs and wants matter little.
