tampered | Open Log: Tambour Amoureux: Friday

Open Log: Tambour Amoureux: Friday

When; Friday, February 5
Rating; Pffff it's a brothel, idek. 'May get porny' What sort of rating is that?
Characters; The Master, ANY NUMBER OF EMPLOYEES, CUSTOMERS, ETC.
Summary; It's the Belle Epoque. The Master has a brothel cos he can.
Log; In the red light district, there are any number of bordeaux, catering to a vast array of clients. Tambour Amoureux, however, has a certain...something to it. The owner, a Monsieur Harold Saxon, has made sure of this. He may be a British import but his attention to style, to the quality of entertainment, to the health and well-being of his girls, is still impeccable, to say the least.

From the outside, it's not necessarily instantly obvious what sort of establishment it is. There is lighting, and a certain welcoming atmosphere, and the name on a large sign at the front but it really could be any number of cabarets. Of course, the connoisseur of such places would easily recognise the name.

Inside, there is a stage, for performances, as well as tables and chairs and several couches as well at certain points to the side. The room has a rich mahogany and deep red colour scheme. There is a staircase, more discreet, off to the side, leading to the upstairs, where there is a hallway, with lighting more dim than the lower levels; various doors leading into any number of bedrooms.

Most discreet of all, and a place that requires either longer patronage, or association with someone who knows the secret is a backroom, lavishly furnished with couches and carpets and drapery. Here, one may purchase opium, or bring one's own and relax in a comfortable surrounding.

[ooc:....okay, you guys, this is me trying my hardest. It's a curse so...accuracy...whatever, yeah? Also, apparently, waiting until the morning to post is TOO MUCH. I was going for....a bit more brothel-y than Moulin Rouge, you know, cos the brothel is the focus, rather than the cabaret. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, PLEASE INVENT THINGS. I kind of...bare-bones'd it so I'll be stalking over everyone's posts and if you add in a piece of scenery or a specific thing to the maison then I'll add it into the description.

Also, it's never too late to join the Master's....team. Just go to the post linked in the Character's section. Message me or something if you want to talk out stuff or ask questions or suggest things or whatever. Or work out character connections to the Master because I totally didn't do that at all... Also, I've got the log labelled as 'Friday' right now for...less confusion. I'm going to do a 'Saturday' post as well, making any amendments if some sort of plot happens today. Or anything. Again, if you think I should change this, tell me. I just....wanted it to be organised.

Oh, right, and the Master is Monsieur Saxon to everyone except his girls, to whom he is 'Maître' because he CAN BE. (Oh, Priestly, you can still call him 'Monsieur le Maître' only that's kind of 'Mister Master' which is acceptable silliness from Priestly but maybe not so much EVERYONE.)]

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Rain ducked her head even more, well aware that she had failed in her job with him - though why he didn't tell Maitre, she had no idea.

"I... I still do not like it very much, but I submit as I should." She bit her lip. "But the clients... they seem to like that."

His amiable smile slipping from his features, Solomon averted his eyes, watching the play of light that shone off of his top hat. The doctor was quite familiar with Rain's reactions when it came to giving her body to strangers. He himself had once attempted to taste of her charms, only to be deterred from the tears streaming down her face.

"I see."

Solomon prided himself in being the type of man that never had to force his attentions. Women flocked to him, seeking his attention without the need for more brutish actions on his part. It was appalling to him that any man would ever resort to taking a woman by force, and it still disturbed him that she was being taken in such a manner.

"Perhaps... I can speak to Monsieur Saxon on your behalf to see if I might be of assistance. If this is something that you might wish."

Rain shook her head quickly. "Please, no, sir," she said. "He... he knows and if he thought I were to complain..."

She swallowed hard. "He would teach me not to complain and I would not like that at all."

There it was, that same distress that he'd witnessed when they'd been alone together all those months ago. But she was mistaken if she believed that Solomon intended to interfere in such a way. It wasn't his business to save every girl that was forced into such a profession. And certainly, he had no intention of changing the rather lucrative arrangement he had with her boss.

"... no, I think you misunderstand me, Rain. I mean, that I could suggest something that might calm your nerves... to make your encounters a little more bearable. I do have the means at my disposal."

She looked up at him cautious and wide-eyed. "You could make it not hurt? Or make me glad like Penny when they come to me?"

The doctor smiled, his thoughts focusing on how to broach such a delicate topic. "... yes, it will negate any pain that you might experience."

Tilting his head, his pleasant expression altered slightly, holding the weight of what he was suggesting. "But, more importantly, I can make it so that you don't care what is happening to you. Surely that would be preferable."

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She bit her lip. "But... if I don't cry they won't be happy and if they are unhappy Maitre will be angry with me. But I wish very much not to always be so scared. Some of the girls... they like this. I don't understand why, but they do and I wish I could be like them. Then..." her voice dropped to a scared whisper, "then perhpas I would not have been such a disappointment to you."

It took Solomon a moment before he could speak, her statement was just too surprising.

"Ma chere..." It was an instinctual reaction, reaching out to someone who was so clearly suffering. His fingertips brushed along her jawline until he could lift her head to look at him once again.

"... you weren't a disappointment to me." It seemed a harmless lie considering that any real disappointment he felt was far outweighed by his sense of shock and guilt for having caused such a reaction.

"You're a lovely girl, but I just couldn't... continue. Not when you were so upset by my advances..."

Rain looked up at him nervously as he tipped her chin up. "I... but you..." She bit her lip again. "I would have let you. I always do. I don't fight. Maitre says no. But it hurts and, and hearing what men want from me so much scares me."

"You... you didn't like me scared the way the others do and I... I think you would have tried not to hurt me, but the tears still came and I'm sorry."

He shook his head slightly, "Shh... no. No need to apologize to me. It would have been nice to have been able to share such an intimate moment, but not if it caused you pain."

Withdrawing his hand from her chin, he brushed a few errant strands of hair from her face before pulling back once again. "My dear, does the act itself cause you physical pain? If it does, perhaps I should examine you to see if there isn't something amiss..."

Rain shrugged lifting one shoulder up and ducking her head. "I'm tiny. And they like to be rough. They like it when I'm scared and cry. And before... before Maitre saved me from the streets... the Bad Men there, when they took me they'd make me bleed and hurt me and I could feel how their lust made them do that and now, when men feel that way I get so scared and I... Madame says if I would just relax it would be better, but I can't."

He tilted his head, considering her words carefully. There would only be one real way to test this theory out, but considering the trauma that the girl was going through, it would be worth it. His first consideration after all was to his patients here at Tambour Amoureux, Monsieur Saxon had seen to that...

Standing, he reached out his hand. "I'd like for you to come with me, my dear. And no need to worry, I'll pay for your time if Monsieur Saxon protests."

That brought her head up, eyes wide, but she took his hand and stood obediently. "Of course, sir."

She could feel the fear stirring inside her, but she did her best to push it down.

Feeling the warmth of her flesh sliding into his hand, Solomon turned and led her towards the back. Of course he could guess what she was thinking. But he kept his eyes focused forward, not paying attention to her reaction as they headed away from the stairs that led to the bedrooms overhead.

Instead he veered to the curtained doorway that would take them to their true destination. With a smile, he parted the curtain, and guided her inside the corridor that would bring them to the hazy dimly lit back room.

Rain blinked at him and tugged back on his hand a little. "But we're not allowed back here."

Still she was compliant as she'd been taught and let him lead her, despite her concerns.

His laughter was light, amusement displaying upon his features at her protest. "Ma chere, there is nothing to be concerned about. I am most definitely allowed to be in this part of the maison."

Solomon's arm slid around her waist and he walked with her by his side until they reached the inner room. A thick haze filled the air of the room, and movement could be seen in the dim lighting.

"Come." Stepping over the threshold, he moved to a curtained alcove off to the side.

She nodded, putting her head down and letting him lead the way to the curtained off alcove. It smelled... odd here.

There was always such a sense of peace that emanated from the stillness of an opium den. At least from the more upscale ones such as this one...

His hand once again reached out, pulling the curtain open to reveal a bed with numerous pillows upon it. A small table stood at it's side, with what would appear to the uninitiated as an ornate metal vase with a tube coming out from one side.

Tilting his head, he smiled. "Mam'selle. If you would be so kind as to lie down..."

Her eyes went wide again and she swallowed hard, but stretched out on the bed as she'd been directed. She made sure to position herself sexily as she'd been taught, even though she trembled as she did so.

She would not cry no matter how much she wanted to. She would not ruin things again.

The curtain dropped silently behind him, closing them off from the outer room and it's occupants. And yet, Solomon's eyes remained fixed on the body that was so suggestively laid out before him. It was bad timing that Saya had only just previously gotten him into a state of need.

But this wasn't Saya. And as tempting as Rain was, he didn't bring her back here for that.

Reluctantly, he forced himself to move around the bed, into the narrow space that led to the hookah waiting on the table. His hand slid into the interior pocket of his coat, and trying very hard to dispel the lustful notions playing about his mind, he made quick work preparing a small amount of opium for the girl.

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"You can have me if you want," she whispered, trying to look both brave and sensual for him.

She was confused. He'd brought her here, directed her to lie on the bed, she could feel his lust, and yet he didn't touch her. Maybe he was waiting for her to make the first move?

Her words caused Solomon to freeze. After all, he was just a man, and given to temptation as any other. But shoving his impulses deep within himself, he forced himself to strike the match that would light the coal atop the hookah. His trembling hand, the only thing that betrayed the inner turmoil between his heart and body.

It took a moment for him to gather himself. But when he did, he turned to look at her once again and sat down beside her with a soft smile on his face. "Will you do something for me, Rain?"

She swallowed hard again, but nodded, even managing a shaky smile. "Of course, sir, anything you want."

Anything?

"... ma chère. You do make things hard for a man, n'est ce pas?" His smile was gentle, and the touch of his fingers along her cheek soft. His pulse sped, but there was only one person that his heart yearned for...

"I just want you to try something..."

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"Aren't I supposed to?" Rain asked, shivering under his touch, but trying not to let him see.

She nodded. "Whatever you wish, sir, I shall try."

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