Hey everyone. Okay, first things first. Thanks to 'mypennamehasbeentaken' I learnt that Cramoisi does mean Crimson but in a weird way. So it's not really used in figurative speech as I thought it would be. But it's too late to change things so blind yourself to this new information will you ^^
Second. Happy New Year's everyone! It was a hectic two weeks with my birthday & going to Egypt for New Years and all. (oh, on side note; The first thing I learnt when I arrived on Egypt was that Egypt's folk doesn't celebrate New Year. Talk about party poopers. I had fun anyways though)
Third. Thank you so much for the reviews and all the alerts. Please do keep them up so I can keep this story up. ^^ Hope you enjoy! (thoughts in italic)
CHAPTER 2
Wow. They are fast. A minute ago I swear this place looked like any other house, but now... it's like a carnival.
A woman who wore a Bear's head, half naked passed Natsuki and the emerald orbs followed the stunning figure till the bear stopped by a familiar gorgeous, Natsuki had come to know as Lady Viola. She saw Viola give girls in costumes a wink and send them towards the garden as the doors of the house opened to give way to two figures.
''Ara the Kanzaki's are here. It has been some time old friend.'' Lady Viola approached a handsome looking man who had a sharp smile on his face.
Natsuki bet him to be one of the nobles. He had an aura about it that screamed of noble blood. Yet whatever nobility he had, he sure left it at home as he held Lady Viola in his arms and picked the woman to air giving her a rib breaking hug.
''Viola! Believe me when I say there is no woman like you in London, and I've looked under every stone.''
''You flatter me Reito. Although you needn't go away for months just to come back and state the obvious.''
''Just marry me and end my misery Viola.'' Now he had one of those flashy smiles on his face which Natsuki thought, looked a little childish on the man.
''Marry you? And then what Reito, bore myself to death while you run after the pretty boys of the household. I don't think so old friend. Now go ahead and make yourself at home once again.''
''Oh Viola, I've to talk to you about something.''
''A man who came for pleasure yet chooses to talk... my my, it must be something important.''
''It's about Marquis de Sade. I think he might be making an appearance one of these days. As he has heard of Cramoisi's fame. Be careful Viola, the man practically invented a new term among the nation.'' Worry was eminent from the handsome face as he looked affectionately on his old friend.
''Ah, so I've heard. Prince of Sadism yes? He is out of Bastille then. Don't worry Reito, I'm prepared. In fact I happen to hold just the remedy.'' Viola winked and gestured for the garden where music started to play.
''You are the devil woman. Well then, I'll meet you at the garden.''
Cramoisi had turned into a carnival as Natsuki observed from a distance. More guests had arrived and she saw Nao entertain three men with her exotic dance. Raven had to approve Mikoto's vote. The girl knew how to blow one's mind by exotic moves of her body. What Natsuki fixated on most though, was the final guest Lady Viola personally seemed to entertain. She had learned the woman's name; Tomoe Marguerite, and she was, as far as Natsuki eavesdropped, among the wealthiest in all Paris.
''It came as a surprise to see you with your new hair Tomoe.'' Viola observed with a glint in her eyes and a mischievous smile.
''You love green. So it is green. Do you not like it?'' The woman asked with a single brow raised in suspicion.
Did she actually dyed her hair for Viola? Is she out of her fucking mind?
''It is certainly... eye catching. And I'm sure the court will have a short heart attack. But I give my vote to your confidence. It looks good Tomoe.'' Viola smiled. But Natsuki didn't believe her smile. It was plastered, and seemed to be placed out of courtesy.
Natsuki sensed if Viola liked green, this certainly was not the shade she preferred.
The rest of the night was spent mostly on drinking, politics and dancing. People kissed everywhere regardless of their gender. Men kissed men and women preferred to lock lips with women. It seemed Cramoisi was not famous for just being a random whore house. But more like the only place for nobles who preferred the taste of their own gender's company.
It's weird. Yes. But not really disturbing. Well that guy over there is. But not Viola or that Mikoto girl... or the rest of the girls... It's certainly a weird sight though.
Nobody paid attention to Natsuki as she watched the whole night from a far distance. Mikoto had changed in to men's clothes and sit handsomely while a woman with brown hair sit on her lap, her arms wrapping the handsome neck.
To Natsuki, Mikoto seemed neutral. She wasn't enjoying her company, yet nor was she displeased. Nao was certainly irritated by her company of three, so she made it enjoyable by torturing the men to beg her for affection. Jacquelin was dancing with another man. And six other unidentified woman jumped from one client to another, swapping their company from time to time. There was a young boy with sly grin, seated on the Kanzaki's lap, feeding him with wild fruits from time to time and stroking the man without stop. Reito seemed very pleased with his company as he took kisses from the young lips in between his chat with Viola and Marguerite.
All and all it looked like party held among very close friends.
Friends who like to fuck each other. And soon one of them will try it on you too. You can't be fooled by this scene Natsuki.. I have to run tonight! Escape to the outer skirts. It looked like a long way but I can make it with my stamina in two days.
I will wait for them to fall asleep and then run. Yes. I'll run.
What she didn't expect was a pair of crimson that locked upon her as if it's owner had heard her mind. She stood frozen, unable to break contact. Crimson dared for her to make a move, and Raven couldn't take the bet. When the gaze was broken by Viola, Natsuki saw her Lady raise, holding Marguerite's hand.
Okay what was that? Oh! That was sign! Fuck shit I gotta go!
However one may be equipped with an open mind, nobody is prepared when they witness love making between same sex for the first time. And when one partner of the same sex comes in form of a Greek statue alike goddess, one's mind has no chance but to simply go blank.
That was the case with Natsuki Louve Kuga, as she stood there dumbstruck, behind a semi transparent curtain. The Lady of the house had changed into much less fabric, and currently stood right in front of her client, Tomoe Marguerite. Marguerite as Natsuki took a glimpse, looked like a lion with a bloody steak in front of her. Though the lion was caged and not allowed to reach it's prize yet.
''If more women in France dressed to bed like yourself Viola, this country would see no more war.'' the woman stated, her hands motioned to reach the forbidden goddess in front of her.
The blond woman merely shrugged and walked to her bed stand to take another sip from her wine, when ruby eyes turned back to the green, it held a mischievous look.
''Surely it would see no war dear Tomoe, until our neighbors decided to join in the fun.'' with that the woman gave a wink and received a grin.
She mounted on the seated woman and straddled her, holding hard on the short green hair. Marguerite was sitting on the bed with her side towards Natsuki, and that exact position gave the hidden figure a clear view of her Lady.
Natsuki could see that the seated figure was waiting for the green light by the Lady of the House. And she could also sense Marguerite's patience was wearing thin. The woman literally ate Viola with her eyes if not yet with her mouth.
''Viola. I want to bed you now.''
''Ara...'' a broad grin appeared as the woman shifted in her straddle a little bit, stroking the seated figure 'accidentally' in the process. This elicited a soft groan by Tomoe. ''Just as I was enjoying my feeling of superior. You know how I wait for this time of the day, and get to monopolize France's most influential figure.''
''That is because you know I'm always yours Viola. Even in court I find myself turning deaf to politics and acute to the echoes of your moans.''
''You are such a sweet talker. Though I may not be a French citizen I still worry for this nation's future. Live the echoes now, and only here from now on.''
''I know beautiful. But with all the wars and everything... I-I'm worried about you.'' The worry was clearly reflected on the woman' face as she looked up to Viola with blurry eyes.
''Tomoe, let's be frank. It is true that even Oedipus didn't see his mother coming, so nobody can predict the future. Yet if one word is synonymous with the French, it's whores. And even during times of strife or even war, French aren't about to give up their whoring just to save their own asses.'' This mock answer created a genuine smile from Tomoe, and a light chuckle by Viola followed.
''Yes indeed, your wit and moxie could get you in or out of anything. But please don't ever count yourself as some whore. You're much more.''
''Ara, exactly my point. I'm the last person you should occupy your thoughts with. At least the ones of worry. Now correct me if I'm wrong but you're going to rip me in pieces if we continue talking...''
''Indeed I'll, either way Viola.''
''Why the delay then. A girl can sit innocently on one's lap for so long.''
And right when two lips crushed on each other another faint noise of breath hitching was heard. Tomoe turned her neck slowly to the right with a questioning look on her face. Soon when she realized a figure standing behind a black curtain, a sly grin appeared.
''I didn't know we had a guest Viola. Ah-!'' The blond goddess didn't let her client's attention drift as she cramped her thighs dangerously.
''I don't think you'll complain?'' a single brow raised in dare.
''Of course not!'' There was a wide grin.
Green light was lit. In seconds Natsuki witnessed the seated woman roaming over her Lady. Tomoe's hands spent no time trying to strip Viola of her night dress. But the dress wasn't as easy as it looked.
''Good Lord Viola somebody should find a solution to this complication! Solving the British controversy is a piece of cake next to your lingerie.''
''Ara, I'm sure you'll find a... quick...'' Viola whispered the words, and Natsuki shivered all through her body. She could feel the woman's hot breath right on her reddening ear.
'' ...efficient...unorthodox solution. Right about...now.'
Now, happened as Marguerite reached for the knife standing next to bed post, and cut through the dress. When the dress shred to pieces, a view came up, painted in ivory. A view which led Natsuki to almost loose conscious, and took a step forward without knowing. The moonlight melting with the candles around the room, gave the eye a woman's figure.
She- she is.... Gorgeous.
Viola was The Three Graces of mythology molded in one. Euphrosyne (beauty), Aglaea (charm) and Thalia (joy). But she was also The Themeides in one, the three nymph daughters of mischief. And now all six beings were assaulted by one mouth that belong to Tomoe Marguerite.
Natsuki's body hardened as the mouth collapsed on the translucent skin of her Lady. Raw, carnal desires glinted from Marguerite as she quickly lowered her head and started sucking the life out of the ivory flesh. Fingers crashed, squeezed and grabbed whatever they could reach to. Natsuki stood there, behind the curtain, with her mouth open, eyes wild.
How funny life turned around. One minute she lived the perfect picture, next she lived trough hell, and then when she thought nothing could go wrong, she underestimated fate. There she witnessed something she never even imagined of.
A loud moan exited from her lady as the Marguerite held the woman up and threw her to the bed. A groan followed when the green head lowered itself to the burning thighs, sucking, kissing, licking, biting. Whatever function her mouth allowed Natsuki witnessed the woman do to her new Lady.
In the back of her mind Natsuki questioned what was going on. Surely she had heard of the whores but never heard of a whore who was to be pleasured, not pleasure. Wasn't this Tomoe Marguerite supposed to be the client? Weren't clients serviced by the whores? Then why was this case right the opposite? Was pleasuring Viola, the utter most pleasurable experience one could get with their money?
Her conclusion confirmed when Marguerite spent no time in thrusting her tongue inside the blond woman, Natsuki guessed it must have been heavily stimulating by the way ivory hands clutched at the green head. Viola had her head arched back. Her body made a shape of a bridge. Her ribs showing out of her skin. Never in her life had Natsuki felt coals burning in her chest and ice freezing on the surface of her skin.
Viola's moans grew louder, her hands pulled the green head towards hers, clashing their tongues for dominance. Emerald orbs watched as Viola welcomed the hungry tongue in hers, while the woman on top of her lady deepened the kiss. Tomoe started to respirate faster as if that was not enough, and soon when Viola let out a grasp mixed with a short cry, Natsuki saw a tiny little red stain making it's way down the pink lush lips. It was there only a second though as Marguerite stole it away with a single lick from her lips.
Natsuki fidgeted uncomfortably. She didn't like that the woman had bleed. Sure she didn't know her, nor did she knew the procedures of a whore, but no woman under her watch should have bled. That's what she believed in. Yet she couldn't do more than taking another little step and to glare at the green head which was buried once again on the curves of her Lady's breast.
Natsuki's fists clutched as Marguerite once again bit hard on the ivory flesh. Right when Natsuki's insides turned upside down and her mind demanded her to take action, emerald met crimson and she froze.
Viola was looking at her, her message clear; stay where you are. Do not even think of interfering.
So she complied without even thinking twice, and took a step back into the shadows. Before crimson left her though, Natsuki swore there was a faint smile on Viola's lips.
Rest of the night got even heavier as the new member of the Cramoisi learned how two women could satisfy themselves. At some point she had to shift her eyes somewhere. It was a tad too much mind blowing visual playing in front of her, and if she looked longer she was sure the blood pumping to her head would give her a concussion.
There were too many new vocabulary that acquired new meanings for Natsuki on a single night. Some fascinated her, some scared the shit out of her. Tongues were used other than to chew food or chug wine. Hands thrusted in places she never thought would. Scent was a word she no longer associated with vine or spice. And when a woman trembled or when tremors that had been rising all night, broke... It was not because the woman was ill, it was because the woman apparently had reached unimaginable pleasure.
My God.
Both bodies shook with release and Tomoe collapsed on Viola. Two labored breaths were the only sound from the room. Natsuki gave out the breath she had been holding and relaxed as well. She unclutched her fist and moved her fingers to get her blood circulation back to normal.
Tomoe raised herself and stole a quick kiss. Her hand held her face as she lay sideways, her other hand stood firmly on an aroused breast.
''I don't want to go tonight Viola.'' Though her sentence was firm, she looked like a little child waiting anxiously for approval.
''You know I do not allow anyone Tomoe.'' Viola had her eyes closed. It was a statement that left no room for discussion. Though curt and harsh it may be Viola still stroke Marguerite's hand affectionately.
''After one year do you still not feel comfortable enough with me? Will you grant no one the pleasure of waking up next to you? Please Viola... I'll do or pay whatever you ask of me.'' Tomoe Marguerite had turned from fierce to desperate in seconds.
''Ara... For someone who thought of me above any whore, you sure make conflicting statements Tomoe...''
The stroking stopped.
Crimson appeared.
Cold as steel.
''Y-you k-know I didn't mean it that way V... I just meant that-''
''I know Tomoe. And that is exactly why I will welcome you to my bed tomorrow night just as tonight. Now take your rest, and don't forget to give me a goodnight kiss before you leave.''
Viola raised herself from the bed, and looked straight ahead to her new help. Natsuki looked back, not knowing what to do. Her lady approached to the curtain with all her naked glory, and Natsuki's eyes drifted to the floor quickly.
''Natsuki, please assist Lady Marguerite here. Then you may excuse yourself downstairs. I expect you in my room in the morning.''
''Yes.'' It was a faint, unsure yes. Natsuki really didn't want to show herself behind the curtain. She really didn't want to assist Lady Marguerite, in whatever way assisting meant.
''Good girl.''
About a half an hour later Tomoe Marguerite was dressed and ready. Fortunately no help was necessary and the woman excused herself with a final kiss from the pink lips. Soon, Natsuki and Viola were the only ones left in the room. The raven stood next to the door, ready to make her leave as well.
''Oh Natsuki, could you please bring me that little box over there.'' Natsuki looked where Viola was signaling and saw the assigned box. She walked over to the box quickly and make her way back to Viola in no time.
''Thank you.'' Fragile fingers reached for the box and when their hands met for the briefest second, chills went through Natsuki's body. ''Your hands are cold.'' was the observatory remark by Viola. She held the girl's hand in her own two and blew into them. Consequently a certain blue head turned a very tomato red.
''Ara... Someone has a very cute blush.... Be-very-careful Na-tsu-ki, your weaknesses may be fatal if you show them to me.'' The mentioned tomato turned her gaze down to the floor, trying very hard to hide her blush but to no avail. A light chuckle escaped from Viola as she let go of her Raven's hands and turned back to her mirror. She opened the box and took a small round pill and popped it to her mouth with a single gulp from her vine. When Viola turned she was faced with a questioning look from her help.
''It is to help me sleep. Now take your rest. Tomorrow your education starts.'' the blond shrugged and raised herself elegantly, walking towards her bed.
''Education?'' Natsuki didn't understand in what exactly she was to be educated on.
''You didn't think art of seduction comes naturally did you? I know you plan to run away the moment you have the chance. But do listen to me when I say it will do you no good. You will end up in the streets either way and in a position where you will not have the luxury, comfort or safety you are granted here.'' The woman seated herself in her bed comfortably while never leaving her gaze upon the emerald.
Natsuki felt as if her whole soul stood naked in front of the woman and she took a step back uncomfortably.
''If you become successful in this place, you have a chance in freedom. I promise you that. How long it would take, all depends on you. But many girls and boys left this place with a peaceful mind and a free heart. Ara, when I come to think of it I've even seen fair share of weddings held in this house. So forget about running away and show up on my door in the morning. You should count yourself among the lucky ones. Nobles pay for what I'll show you for free... Now, goodnight Natsuki.''
The promise of 'showing it free' was what took Natsuki by surprise as she couldn't register the meaning behind it.
''Goodnight Lady Viola.'' she gave a quick reply and turned towards the door to make her exit. She closed her lady's door and saw Mikoto waiting for her right outside.
''Let's go newbie. I guess it was an interesting night for you, but you have to take your rest.''
Natsuki nodded and silently followed. In her mind Viola's words ran over and over, echoing on top of each other.
Two Natsuki's debated their situation.
I have to try and run away.
But she is right. You will end up worse. There won't be a fairy god mother to save you second time.
But I can't stay and sell my body!
Do you really have a choice? I thought luck left you when mom died, but this might not be so bad.
What the hell are you talking about?! I have to have sex for my freedom?! That doesn't justify anything!
Nobody said anything about justice. Wake up! Your father sold you! You lost everything! This is the single most decent thing that could happen to you among the many worst!
I don't want to think anymore.
Then don't. Go to sleep. If you can that is... Images of a Lady you plan to run away from might show up you know...
Shut the hell up!
Yes yees... Whatever flows your boat kiddo.
As Natsuki closed her eyes, she dreaded falling to sleep. Tomorrow was a new beginning for her. A beginning she feared the most. Tonight would be the last night she hold her innocence. Her last pure slumber. Though she had a faint suspicion her slumber might not be so pure after what she watched through all night. And she was right.