The Courtesan's Daughter
"Satine!" I call, breathlessly. I can pull the strings no tighter.no tighter than this! My hips have widened since the birth, five years ago.where is that blasted girl?
"Satine.?" I yell, the frustration seeping it's way into my voice. She appears, flapping through my cloth door and standing in the entranceway. She had been playing with Lucy, the once other child who lives in this slum, and I can tell she is eager to go back to their games. "Yes, Mama?" she asks in that clear little voice. I smile, despite myself. She is the darling of all who are here; kind, sweet, and irresistibly beautiful, no one can refuse her. Her greatest charm is that she is unaware of any charm she has! Sighing, I gesture for her to come over and tighten my corset.
She cranes her head out the window and calls something in English to her playmate. I cannot speak English, and she knows this! The little devil!
"What did you say, girl?" I snap, as I turn and grip the dresser as she laces up my strings. "Nothing, Mama. Only that I'd be right back" "Oh. How's the crowd tonight, darling?" I can imagine her smiling; perfectly formed lips spread into a lovely grin. "Big. And rich." I turn; she is finished.
I pick her up and swing her in a circle before settling her onto my (cursedly large!) hips. "Well then, lets hope Mama can make enough money to buy you" I poke her stomach and she giggles "A new doll!" Satine lets out a gasp. "Oh, Mama, really? Really?" I laugh. "I've seen you eyeing that china- doll. We'll have to delve a bit into our savings, but I'm sure it can be managed." Her impossibly blue eyes grow wide as she throws her arms around my neck. I smile and cradle her for a moment.
Zidler bursts into the door. "Aimee, were are you? The Baron wants to see you! Right away!" I sigh and put down my precious who runs over to Zidler, arms extended for a hug. He picks her up and swings her over his shoulder, up side down. She's giggling uncontrollably. I'd love to stay and play, but now.I have work to do.
"Hurry, Aimee, come along!" Zidler sets the girl down and she runs away, back to her games with Lucy. I run through the halls.Baron, Baron, where's the Baron?
I see him now. Frog faced, fat, and ugly like most men. Disgusting. I glance up at him shyly, through long lashed. He grins, red faced. Pasting a seductive smile, I push all thoughts of my lovely daughter out of my mind and sing huskily "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"
"Satine!" I call, breathlessly. I can pull the strings no tighter.no tighter than this! My hips have widened since the birth, five years ago.where is that blasted girl?
"Satine.?" I yell, the frustration seeping it's way into my voice. She appears, flapping through my cloth door and standing in the entranceway. She had been playing with Lucy, the once other child who lives in this slum, and I can tell she is eager to go back to their games. "Yes, Mama?" she asks in that clear little voice. I smile, despite myself. She is the darling of all who are here; kind, sweet, and irresistibly beautiful, no one can refuse her. Her greatest charm is that she is unaware of any charm she has! Sighing, I gesture for her to come over and tighten my corset.
She cranes her head out the window and calls something in English to her playmate. I cannot speak English, and she knows this! The little devil!
"What did you say, girl?" I snap, as I turn and grip the dresser as she laces up my strings. "Nothing, Mama. Only that I'd be right back" "Oh. How's the crowd tonight, darling?" I can imagine her smiling; perfectly formed lips spread into a lovely grin. "Big. And rich." I turn; she is finished.
I pick her up and swing her in a circle before settling her onto my (cursedly large!) hips. "Well then, lets hope Mama can make enough money to buy you" I poke her stomach and she giggles "A new doll!" Satine lets out a gasp. "Oh, Mama, really? Really?" I laugh. "I've seen you eyeing that china- doll. We'll have to delve a bit into our savings, but I'm sure it can be managed." Her impossibly blue eyes grow wide as she throws her arms around my neck. I smile and cradle her for a moment.
Zidler bursts into the door. "Aimee, were are you? The Baron wants to see you! Right away!" I sigh and put down my precious who runs over to Zidler, arms extended for a hug. He picks her up and swings her over his shoulder, up side down. She's giggling uncontrollably. I'd love to stay and play, but now.I have work to do.
"Hurry, Aimee, come along!" Zidler sets the girl down and she runs away, back to her games with Lucy. I run through the halls.Baron, Baron, where's the Baron?
I see him now. Frog faced, fat, and ugly like most men. Disgusting. I glance up at him shyly, through long lashed. He grins, red faced. Pasting a seductive smile, I push all thoughts of my lovely daughter out of my mind and sing huskily "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?"