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characters are mine.
Please no flames, I'm trying to do a serious fic, plz review.
Prelude: the door to the red rose
Mistress Beuance swept into the small, crowded kitchen. She wrinkled her nose and held up her voluminous silk skirts from the dirty floor. The smell of cooking bread and the soup bubbling on the hearth almost covered the rank stink of mold and decay.
"Where is it?" she asked sharply, her harsh voice ringing in the small room. The thin, timid boy by her feet pointed to the far corner of the ceiling. The Mistress held up her dim and flickering lamp, and the gloom peeled back to reveal a large dark crack where the ceiling met the wall. She cursed under her breath.
"Where is that thrice damned 'bot?!" she asked impatiently. The boy pointed to a corner, where a rusty robot lay, its various appendages still.
" 't died yester night ma'am. Rao'l says 'ts power pack 's too old." He said quietly, hunching over his knees.
"Does nothing work in this shack?!" shrieked the Mistress. In a fit of anger she struck at the cook cowering near her side, a dark bluish insectoid. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, she leaned against the little door leading out to the alley. In the tense silence that followed, a knock was heard. Cursing again, the Mistress stood up and flung open the door, then gazed out into the dark and dirty alleyway. Seeing no one, she grabbed the handle when what she had thought was a pile of trash by the door moved. A pale, filthy hand reached out of it towards the light. With a snort of disgust Mistress Beuance prepared to close the door.
"Is. is this the Red Rose house of pleasure?" a horse voice issued from the bundle of rags. Something in its voice made the Mistress pause.
"Yes, yes it is." She stepped back slightly as the. woman, stood up and her smell worked its way past the Mistress's heavy perfume.
"What do you want?"
"Employment."
"I don't need anymore maids." The Mistress put a hand on the door again.
"As one of your ladies." The hunched over woman interrupted. Mistress Beuance's face twisted into a sarcastic sneer.
"You? What sensible man would pay money to bed you?"
"I have training." The beggar woman pushed back her matted hair to reveal a face worn by the telltale traces of Spice addiction. But behind the dirt and grime, the thin and sallow cheeks, was an aristocrats bone structure. High cheeks, wide brow, well formed lips. The woman reached into her rags and produced a small signet ring, set with a glowing blue stone with a holographic figure of a rampant stallion imprinted in its depths.
"Aaaaaaaahh.. " The Mistress sighed in pleasure, snatching the ring and caressing it's sides.
'A run away concubine then.' She thought, 'That means she does have training, which means money. I must have her.'
"Well, I can't guarantee anything, but we will see once we have you cleaned up." She pocketed the ring.
"Ant this little beauty can help to supply your little. hobby." The Mistress glanced significantly at the silver Spice patch on the womans left wrist. Her eyes brightened and she stepped forwards eagerly. But as she did so, her food caught on the jagged steps and she fell sprawling across the lintel. A bundle of rags was jarred from her grasp and landed at the Mistress's feet. A look of pain and horror flitted across the woman's face as the Mistress picked up the bundle and unwrapped it.
"Well. this complicates things." Mistress Beuance said slowly as she looked at the bundle, now opened to reveal the small face of a baby, its mouth open and whimpering. The child had dark skin, pointed teeth, pointed ears, slitted pupils, and was sure to have a tail.
'So, it's a bastard then. That explains the running away. Can't imagine her lord would be happy with a cat Halfling.' The beggar woman looked up at her baby with worry and longing, and a faint trace of regret.
"Please Mistress." she moaned, "I need this job. I shall keep the child away!" She cradled her head in her hands, sure of rejection. The Mistress paused. She didn't need another brat, but a trained concubine would be very handy, it would give her a strong edge over the other houses.
"I don't ever want to see it, and it shall not interfere with your business."
"Oh no! Thank you ma'am, thank you!!" The woman took back her child and wept in happiness.
"First thing, get cleaned up. Then I shall show you to your new room. Welcome to the Red Rose.
(did you like it?!?! I really tried, !'m not used to writing serious fanfics, mostly I write comedies w/ my friends just for fun. Plz review, I will get the next chapter up as soon as I write it.)
Please no flames, I'm trying to do a serious fic, plz review.
Prelude: the door to the red rose
Mistress Beuance swept into the small, crowded kitchen. She wrinkled her nose and held up her voluminous silk skirts from the dirty floor. The smell of cooking bread and the soup bubbling on the hearth almost covered the rank stink of mold and decay.
"Where is it?" she asked sharply, her harsh voice ringing in the small room. The thin, timid boy by her feet pointed to the far corner of the ceiling. The Mistress held up her dim and flickering lamp, and the gloom peeled back to reveal a large dark crack where the ceiling met the wall. She cursed under her breath.
"Where is that thrice damned 'bot?!" she asked impatiently. The boy pointed to a corner, where a rusty robot lay, its various appendages still.
" 't died yester night ma'am. Rao'l says 'ts power pack 's too old." He said quietly, hunching over his knees.
"Does nothing work in this shack?!" shrieked the Mistress. In a fit of anger she struck at the cook cowering near her side, a dark bluish insectoid. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, she leaned against the little door leading out to the alley. In the tense silence that followed, a knock was heard. Cursing again, the Mistress stood up and flung open the door, then gazed out into the dark and dirty alleyway. Seeing no one, she grabbed the handle when what she had thought was a pile of trash by the door moved. A pale, filthy hand reached out of it towards the light. With a snort of disgust Mistress Beuance prepared to close the door.
"Is. is this the Red Rose house of pleasure?" a horse voice issued from the bundle of rags. Something in its voice made the Mistress pause.
"Yes, yes it is." She stepped back slightly as the. woman, stood up and her smell worked its way past the Mistress's heavy perfume.
"What do you want?"
"Employment."
"I don't need anymore maids." The Mistress put a hand on the door again.
"As one of your ladies." The hunched over woman interrupted. Mistress Beuance's face twisted into a sarcastic sneer.
"You? What sensible man would pay money to bed you?"
"I have training." The beggar woman pushed back her matted hair to reveal a face worn by the telltale traces of Spice addiction. But behind the dirt and grime, the thin and sallow cheeks, was an aristocrats bone structure. High cheeks, wide brow, well formed lips. The woman reached into her rags and produced a small signet ring, set with a glowing blue stone with a holographic figure of a rampant stallion imprinted in its depths.
"Aaaaaaaahh.. " The Mistress sighed in pleasure, snatching the ring and caressing it's sides.
'A run away concubine then.' She thought, 'That means she does have training, which means money. I must have her.'
"Well, I can't guarantee anything, but we will see once we have you cleaned up." She pocketed the ring.
"Ant this little beauty can help to supply your little. hobby." The Mistress glanced significantly at the silver Spice patch on the womans left wrist. Her eyes brightened and she stepped forwards eagerly. But as she did so, her food caught on the jagged steps and she fell sprawling across the lintel. A bundle of rags was jarred from her grasp and landed at the Mistress's feet. A look of pain and horror flitted across the woman's face as the Mistress picked up the bundle and unwrapped it.
"Well. this complicates things." Mistress Beuance said slowly as she looked at the bundle, now opened to reveal the small face of a baby, its mouth open and whimpering. The child had dark skin, pointed teeth, pointed ears, slitted pupils, and was sure to have a tail.
'So, it's a bastard then. That explains the running away. Can't imagine her lord would be happy with a cat Halfling.' The beggar woman looked up at her baby with worry and longing, and a faint trace of regret.
"Please Mistress." she moaned, "I need this job. I shall keep the child away!" She cradled her head in her hands, sure of rejection. The Mistress paused. She didn't need another brat, but a trained concubine would be very handy, it would give her a strong edge over the other houses.
"I don't ever want to see it, and it shall not interfere with your business."
"Oh no! Thank you ma'am, thank you!!" The woman took back her child and wept in happiness.
"First thing, get cleaned up. Then I shall show you to your new room. Welcome to the Red Rose.
(did you like it?!?! I really tried, !'m not used to writing serious fanfics, mostly I write comedies w/ my friends just for fun. Plz review, I will get the next chapter up as soon as I write it.)