Men are so simple and so much inclined to obey immediate needs that a deceiver will never suffer the lack victims for her deception, but even then the deceiver can be deceived and be the same as her victims.
Pura left before Ezio had stirred that morning. She knew his day would evolve looking for the senator, but she had different plans…
Pura's day was spent at the Rosa in Fiore. There she spent her day forming a plan with Lucia, Agnella and a courtesan that looked highly similar to Pura called Sophia.
It was early evening and Lucia forced Pura to sit down and started to comb through Pura's tangled mouse coloured hair.
"When was the last time you brushed this?" asked Lucia. Pura bit her lip, while Sophia and Agnella laughed behind them. "Last night," Pura muttered, wincing as the comb pulled at a knot. Lucia sighed. "Sophia deal with the make-up. I'm going to be here for a while." Sophia walked over to them then began to rummage through a drawer in front of Pura. "What about me?" whined Agnella.
Lucia paused for a moment looking at Pura then Sophia then back to Pura, "get a dress, preferable red, and some oil." Pura groaned as Agnella left the room.
They spent hours making over Pura. Once done Lucia oiled Pura's hair to give it a darker tone to match Sophia's.
Lucia stood back while Agnella helped Pura into a dress.
"Now, I don't think Madame Solari would recognise you," teased Agnella. Pura glared at her. The three courtesans' began to laugh. Pura growled at them, and then advanced towards the door. "I'm leaving," she announced causing the courtesans to stop there hysterical giggles. "Remember sway," Lucia called after her. Pura forced herself to walk even straighter as she was not amused.
The sun finally set over the ruins. Pura stood alone watching for Ezio and the box carrier. Once she spotted him she swanned over to the attendant that Ezio followed.
"Hi there," Pura said, eyes focusing on the attendants purse.
"Hello," he replied guardly.
"Mind if I walk with you?" she asked seductively.
"Sure. I mean I don't mind if you want to—want to keep me company." There was a pause. "I've never been her before," Pura quickly said.
"Where do you come from?"
"Trastevere," Pura shuddered theatrically, "you have to pass some old ruins to get here. They make me nervous."
"You're safe here."
"With you, you mean?"
The attendant finally broke into a smile, "I can protect you if need arose."
"I bet you could," Pura said forcing back the mockery of her words. She looked at the box, "My what a fine chest you have there."
"It isn't mine," sighed the attendant.
"Oh, but you're holding it in those strong arms of you."
"Want to touch them?" he flirted back. Pura pulled back in disgust. "Santo cielo!" she cried in attempt to cover up her action, "what will I tell the priest in confession." Pura looked back at the bag of money, swiftly taking it, but they had arrived at the destination of the banker.
A man in a red cardinal hat and loin cloth with a ram upon it, stood waiting for the attendant.
"The money your eminence," said the attendant next to Pura as he handed it to another.
"Good," said the banker, whose eyes glittered in his fat face. He was eyeing up Pura, who shifted closer to the first attendant. "I'll take her too, I think." The banker grabbed Pura roughly and pulled her to him. "As for you, you're dismissed."
"Onoratissima," Pura smiled, unwillingly snuggling up to the banker as the first attendant tried to control the expression on his face. With that the banker led Pura the rest of the way.
Pura bit back on the nausea and smiled seductively at him as they walked.
"I hear you're from Trastevere," said the banker, his pig eyes studying her.
"Indeed," she replied, keeping her voice steady.
"You are very beautiful."
"Grazie," she smiled looking around, "I am sophia."
"Juan Borgia," he replied and nodded to one of his guards. Pura watched the guard disappear into the crowds and then turned to look for Ezio. She started to feel nervous and worried.
"You seemed distracted," Juan said, breaking Pura out of her trance
"I have never seen such beautiful lights before," she answered quickly. The banker nodded. "I saw you steal my attendant's purse." Pura held her breath then released it slowly. "I think I should be allowed a free ride."
"But I need to make money," she replied, "And you do not own me."
"Oh, but I own everything." Pura closed her eyes and held her breath. Just a few moments longer and then the fat bastardo would be dead.
"You must excuse me," Juan said, breaking into her thoughts. She looked at him and saw a Papal guard standing next to him, "I must take care of a certain nuisance." Pura nodded and made a false disappointed face and then walked away, swaying her hips. She walked over to the corner and took out her hand fan. Lucia had taught her to do this to signal important news.
"What is it?" she heard a voice call behind her. Pura tilted her head to make sure it was Ezio. "Pura," he gasped. Pura ignored it
"His name is Juan Borgia."
"Cesare's cousin?" Ezio asked still surprise.
"Si, most likely. I think he suspects you are here. A Papal guard was with him."
"I'll take care of this. If a Papal guard is here, then Cesare can't be far behind." Pura turned around. Ezio stepped back. "Then I will watch and make sure you actually kill him," she said sternly. Ezio smirked at her. "You sound like Machiavelli," he said before vanishing into the crowd.
well this chapter was abit talky, but still the story will continue.