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TheBlob · **06-29-2014, 11:20 AM**

Andralyn stood at Zhi's side looking at Pryalis closely, a smirk pulling up the corner of her lips.

"Let me guess.. this is the first he's hearing of your plans for him..."

Her head canted the other way as she looked him over and her hand moved forward shaking at the loose fabric of his shirt by his waist gently, if not playfully, "Did you steal a man's clothes?"

She looked back to the miqo'te, "I think that's quite a sound plan, thank you Zhavi." She moved to circle around him, sizing him upÂ , "Mm.. Your face is familiar. Â What do I call you, loverboy?"

MrPoopyButtHole · **07-01-2014, 08:17 AM**

Pyralis was impressed with the new female. She was -stunning- and had he been a lesser man, he would be tempted to simply give her whatever she wants for a night of passion. But the bard was skilled and simply looked at the new female with a playful grin.

"If you're trying to size me up...you can simply grab what you -desire- my beautiful red headed princess. As for my name...well I go by many different names love. You may call me whatever you desire so long as I get to know yours."

Pyralis shot a quick glance to the miqo'te with a look he gave her previously when he said the number 42Â to her.

Zhavi · **07-01-2014, 11:09 AM**

Without a clear dismissal, Zhi backed up two steps. She folded her arms, content to observe the meeting for the time being. She was the image of the perfect lackey, ruined only by the lazy smirk that twisted up her lips. She met Targaryen's glance, and then looked to Thatcher, impatient and on edge.

TheBlob · **07-01-2014, 12:18 PM**

Andralyn looked from Pyralis to Zhavi and back at his glance.

"Princess? My darling boy, I'm a Dame," her lips curled to one side as her smirk broke into a bemused grin.

She lifted her chin, motioning toward Zhavi, "Mmm... I think I can take it from here, love, thank you."

She turned her attention back to the man a moment before twisting her torso back toward Zhavi, "be mindful of the shadows dear, " she motioned toward the tunnel they had come through, "they're mine."

(( Johnathan, her bodyguard is watching from there. ))

Andralyn let her body come back to face the bard, smoothing down the cloak that hung over one of her arms as she moved her limbs across her stomach to rest. The motion made it easy for her to hide the new grip she held on the dagger under the thick folded cloth.

Herr head tipped to the side slightly as she spoke, "You know my name." Her right hand moved back to his shirt, trailing over his buttons with a pout pulling at her lips. She walked her fingers up the fabric just as she would touch his belt and fixed his collar with a smile as she moved closer to him, dangerously close if allowed. Her gaze lifted to his as she moved her hand grazing his neck gently. The words following were spoken slowly, quietly, intentionally provocatively, and slipped from her mouth with a lover's touch as she pet over his cheek, if allowed, "Use that lustfully ..swollen ..lump 'twixt your ...ears long enough and I bet you're clever enough to figure it out."

(( ^ editted cause my ipad likes to eat sentences >. < ))

Her hand would fall away and she would grin, teeth shining.

MrPoopyButtHole · **07-01-2014, 01:03 PM**

Pyralis enjoyed the danger, the thrill of the hunt is what he called it. The lovely Grace, such fond memories of her. She still was sultry and seductive in the way she moved, talked, and gazed at you. If the Keepers should be worshiping anyone, it should be her. For what better persona of love than one who fulfills the very hunger and need of the passions of the mortal flesh.Â

The danger never gave him fear even as she approached him closely and toyed with him. It simply fed into his already depraved sense of thrill.Â

"Ah so silly of me Grace. I believe I mistook you for a princess the first time we met. I suppose age is catching up with me. Or is it the fact I wish to imagine you as a princess and I the knight who beds her?"

The bard kept that lovely grin on his face as he studied her eye movement, her body posture, the way her lips moved when they spoke. He kept as best as he could any sign that she had a slight seductive hold on him but a man could only endure so much.Â

Oh I remember you very well dear Grace.Â I am ready to play your games.

Zhavi · **07-01-2014, 01:09 PM**

This, then, was as it should be. "I'll be keepin' tabs once ye've got yer . . . deal worked out," she murmured, not sure if Thatcher would hear her and not caring. She'd done her job, and she'd other business to mind. She'd check in with Thatcher later. For the moment, she offered one last sneer, skipped the lantern, and forsook the tunnel in favor of climbing up the wall and quickly out of sight.

TheBlob · **07-01-2014, 06:46 PM**

The bait.

Her smile turned sweet at the sound of her name and she a gave a slow wink.Â

The bite.

"I knew it would come to you," her tone was light and playful as she watched him, watched his gaze dance over her.Â

The hook.

Even the most skilled would fall to their vices and that's all Grace exuded. Vice. Sin. Danger with a friendly if not taunting smile. A hand of cards that begged to be played, that made one bet despite their better judgement.Â

The grin on his face made her lips pull together to a more demure smile. His grin was a familiar gesture, one that she'd seen before on many faces, a grin that she would normally push into a licked pair of lips or a wanting sigh.

Grace made a pleased noise as he spoke, her brows lifting with interest at his words.

"I believe the knights in those stories are required to commit some valiant, heroic act before finding the rewards the princesses have to offer."" She chuckled lightly, turning from him slightly and taking a step toward the overlook's edge, "So, dear knight Roark...are you willing to save your princess?" She looked over her shoulder at him. a brow lofted in question.

"That is unless you're not up for the challenge.. or the reward..."

MrPoopyButtHole · **07-02-2014, 09:32 AM**

He remembered her smell to well, too well. He was young man when he first fell to her lovely words and seductive techniques. A young stupid kid who followed his cock and not the screaming voice in his head that told him many things were a bad idea. Pyralis kept his grin and gaze on her but couldn't help but feel like he was young again, that same young dumb kid who would jump at this woman's every command.Â
Remember Pyralis, the dumb ones are the first to go.

Pyralis wiped the grin from his face when she mentioned the challenge and the reward. He would tilt his head at her and tap his chin with his index finger, pretending to study her carefully. He had forgotten the name he used back then...Desmond Roark. He had stolen that name off a dead slaver in the shroud. Best to keep that name in handy.

Instinctively, he folded his arms behind his back touching ever so slightly the daggers he kept on him at all times. He would take a few steps forward and pretend to be enamored with her delicious backside.Â

"Ahhh dear Grace. Challenges and rewards are what I thrive on." Pyralis said pulling his gaze back to her eyes. "But if the reward happens to be you Grace...I'm afraid I'll have to pass as your looks to me have lost to the passage of time."

A little quip and lie to test the waters.

TheBlob · **07-02-2014, 10:40 AM**

The woman laughed softly and turned to face him again.

Lost to time... That's a steamy pile a' tuco-shit Â if I've ever heard one...

She donned a frown as she looked up at him, "I'm sorry to hear that..." then pulled her lips up to one side in a smirk, "you haven't lost your taste for women, have you?"

MrPoopyButtHole · **07-02-2014, 12:41 PM**

He smiled playfully when he saw the frown. He believed that it was genuine from his comment and simply offered a simple bow of his head.Â
"One cannot ever lose the taste for women. I say it is almost blasphemous for you to even suggest such a thing."

Pyralis lifted up his head and locked his violet eyes to hers. He smiled widely and said in a playful manner, "I simply have more -defined- taste dear Grace. Some -aged- wines do not keep their flavor and spoil. But enough of faltering looks and what could have been. Tell me of this -challenge- you have in mind."

Pyralis maintained that playful smile and loose body language. He kept his hands behind his back just in case the lovely Grace had friends who wanted to play. After all, no one liked to be insulted...especially to their face.

TheBlob · **07-02-2014, 02:34 PM**

Grace barked out a laugh at the notion that she was spoiled wine, her head canted back with the amused sound.

She brought her hand to her mouth as she giggled away the titter of laughter, "Mm. You forget, love, I employed those you slept with. I know which of us has soured grapes." She brought her fingers together in measure, eyeing him up and down with a teasing glance.

"Just because you like to make your lovers drink doesn't mean they don't remember, " she chuckled a breathy sigh and shook her head, bringing her free hand up in a wave to dismiss the banter. She took another step, this time to the side as she would if she was going to circle him again.

"Just as before, my rewards are not yours to reap. Though, I'll be happy to set you up again." Her finger drew to her chin tapping it lightly as she looked around the overlook, "Who was it you favored.... Rose? No.., " she grinned, "Yes... just after she changed her hair..." She moved a hand through her locks casually as she continued her languid stroll around him, looking back over her shoulder after tossing the hair from her way, "I bet you thought of me... " She gave a quick wink and continued before he was able to quip back.

"The challenge I offer you is this: As Zhavi mentioned, I need someone to infiltrate a rival business for me. Someone that can play a woman's heartstrings like a harp." She lifted a shoulder as she came around full circle and stopped before him, "Your love of women is not a secret, nor is your ability to woo and coo your way into their arms. I want you to work your way into the hearts of the staff, pull the secrets from their lips, as it were."

The time for games was coming to an end, and Grace watched him closely, "The target is Tabart proprietor of Jaded, a whoremonger in Ul'dah. I need information. Find out what they're up to: money lines, string pulling, clientele. I need an in on the hand they're playing against me."

She moved her other hand under the cloak on her arm, letting both hands rest in front of her at her waist, waiting for his reply.
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TheBlob · **07-02-2014, 02:39 PM**

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MrPoopyButtHole · **07-02-2014, 03:01 PM**

The bard smiled wider at her words, she was such a charmer. That laugh, that gaze, that grin. Ahhh, how he missed it all so much! But the days of sleeping with the help was behind him. He had no need for the ladies who sold their bodies for coin. Information was how he survived. Information and favors....

When she finished her speech and stood in front of him, he would slowly and carefully remove his hands from his back to seem as non-threatening as possible. If allowed he would place his right hand lightly under her chin almost caressing it. The smile would remain on his face but the playfulness was gone from his voice. A more business like tone.

"Dear sweet Grace...I have no need for you to -set- me up. Nor do I need the coin if you were to offer such things. I'd gladly infiltrate this rival business for you and bring down rains of fire on all who would seek to harm you and those lovely ladies under your care. The only thing I ask in return is a favor of my liking...whenever I ask for it. A small price for something so great no? After all...information is key in this truly -lonely- place we live in, no?"

If allowed to place his hand from before, he'd gently remove it running the tips of his fingers away from her chin in an attempt to give her chills.

TheBlob · **07-02-2014, 03:36 PM**

She smiled at the touch and watched him pull away.

A favor.

A small price to pay...

She didn't like it.

A favor was anything but a small price and she knew it.Â Nothing in this world came with out great sacrifice. One hand taking from another. No, money was her answer to problems. Heaps of it tossed at her problems until they worked themselves away. Not favors. Favors meant debt. Favors meant tethers.Â Andralyn did not like being tethered.Â

She watched him, the smile notÂ falteringÂ as she weighed her need with the price.

Finally she nodded, "A favor, a small price indeed."

She shifted her weight casually from one foot to the other, "Do not take this challenge lightly. The men.. man.. Tabart works for is dangerous, and Tabart isÂ desperate making him just as serious a threat. Tread lightly. Come out with your life." The concerned warning was sincere, its intent, perhaps not so. She was hardly concerned with his life, but concerned that the information he could get would be lost if he failed.

MrPoopyButtHole · **07-02-2014, 03:52 PM**

Pyralis grinned widely, a genuine grin this time. A favor from a powerful person was always the best kind to have. What use is coin when the land is on fire and what you really need is water?

The life blood of all the work he has ever done relied on favors and not the contents of ones purse. Of course favors are hard to come by. Dangerous even. This would be no small task and more than likely he'd have to spill some blood...hopefully not his own.

He would approach Grace slowly and close if allowed and speak almost seductively, "A deal it is sweet Grace. Your -concern- of me warms my heart. It warms my heart so much that perhaps we seal this little venture we have with a kiss hm?"

Pyralis would attempt to ever so lightly brush aside some of her hair if allowed (if he was allowed to approach her closely before).

Careful not to tempt the devil too much bard.

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