Chione Tabris

Chapter one: Sold to the Brothel

Chione didn't understand what was going on as her father dragged her through the streets of Antiva. She knew he was sad because of her mother's recent death, but that was no reason to drag her the way he was.

"Daddy, where are we going?"

"Shut up you whore. I'm taking you to that new brothel house. I sold you."

Chione looked up into her father's tear stained face and thought to herself, 'Why would he do that? He spent 20 years in the Elven slave market in Feralden. Why would he do this to me, his own daughter?'

Chione tried to pry his fingers off her hand but his grip was stone hard. Chione finally gave in and tried to keep pace with her father.

"When we get there, no arguing, no crying, and no trying to run away because then I'll have to give their money back. Got 200 gold pieces off you and I don't want to give it back." Her father said.

"Yes sir." Chione replied limply.

Arriving there at that new whore house, Chione was thrust inside and left there without a final goodbye from her father. Chione knew he would never come back, that was a given.

Eventually Madam Brothel came and took her to the back room where Chione learned her ways. It wasn't hard for that little 12 year old to become the most popular whore. Chione was unearthly beautiful in the eyes of everyone around her. She had long, flowing, silver-blonde hair that never was the slightest messy when she woke from sleep. Her eyes were a deep, dark, midnight blue that seemed to be filled to the brim with sadness ever since her mother died. Her long slender body was loved by all men and women. It was hard to resist her, even though her heart was broken.

"Today marks three years training. Are you ready for the test?"

Chione looked down at her hands as she thought about her upcoming test. She would have to seduce a man or women from the bar and eventually take them to a room upstairs. Chione knew this would be her first time having sexual intercourse with another person and she was scared.

"I guess I am, but I'm a little nervous." Chione replied to Madam Brothel's question.

"That's alright. Every girl gets a little nervous when it's their first time having sex."

Chione cringed at the word. 'Why did my father sell me to this place?' she wondered. 'Mother would never approve of this.'

"Come along Chione. We need you to be dressed and ready for tonight so come here so I can fix your make-up."

Chione smiled weakly and sat down at the dresser and watched Madam Brothel apply a light pink lip stick to her soft lips. Then her eyes were touched up with a glitter, silver eye shadow that brought out the blue in her dark stormy eyes.

"Smile dear. Everything will be alright. Fifteen is a normal age here for you to lose your virginity."

"It wasn't normal in my mother's eyes. Did you know that she was the best swordswomen in all of the alienage? When I was four she started teaching me her ways of fighting. It was beautiful watching her graceful body swing that heavy two-handed sword around. Those dummies didn't stand a chance."

Chione smiled at the memory. Then as if a rock was thrown into her chest, pain began to seep out of her heart. Chione clutched her chest trying to regain her breathing. She missed her mother with every part of her being. She wanted her mother to save her from this living hell.

"Alright it's time Chione. Smile. They don't make their choices in frowning whores. Now come on."

Chione put on a fake smile that did not correspond to her sad ridden face. She eventually followed Madam Brothel downstairs and looked around for a man to accompany her to a bedroom. It was a little early for her to have sexual relations with a woman.

Chione spotted a young man about three years older than her sitting at the bar drinking a bottle of brandy. He looked at her and smiled. "Hello my dear." His voice like velvet, his accent caressing every word like a lover before they passed his lips. "I've heard about this beautiful girl that no one was aloud to touch. Surely you can't be her? For if you are, all those stories were a crime against your beauty."

Chione's cheeks warm at his words. Her heart lept into her throat as she truly looked at him. He wore a tan colored tunic that seemed to be tight against his broad chest. His bright flaxen hair brushed his shoulders, braided neatly out of his brown cat-like eyes, dancing with a wicked grin pulling the corners of his mouth. As his face slightly turned, Chione could see the tattoo that swept the left side of his face from jaw to temple.

"If beauty was a crime then there would be no women in this brothel for you to pleasure yourself with." She replied back.

The man laughs heartily, "True, true, but it depends if you prefer men or women."

Chione nodded as her cheeks blushed even redder than before.

"Then to the matter at hand, are you the one I am to bed?"

Chione's voice catches in her throat. She doesn't want to say no, but she doesn't want to say yes.

He laughs at her embarrassment, "I see this is your first time. "

Chione nods slightly.

"I assure you my dear there is nothing to be afraid of." He says taking a step closer to her.

Chione finds she is unable to move at his words as if under a spell. "I wish your words would be put to truth." She whispers under her breath.

He seemed to have heard her and replies, "I assure you, need not be afraid."

Chione slowly moves toward him, taking his hand and leading him to the room that was prepared earlier for her. She finds herself curious on what his abilities are.

Chione lies on the bed covered in silk sheets with her bed mate. Chione realizes she never asked his name.

"I'm sorry I never did get your name."

He smiles and says," My dear my name is Zevran Arainai."