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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She was trying so hard...

Trailing his fingers down the softness of her skin, he stopped at the neckline of her dress. The things she must have gone through in her young life, it was almost heartbreaking. Still, it wasn't his concern to involve himself in her business. She was Monsieur Saxon's property, and he would tend to her needs as he wished.

Solomon lifted his hand from her body and instead placed it on the other side of her body as he reached out with his other hand to pull the length of the hookah's pipe towards her. "Here..."

Holding the small rounded end out, he offered it to her. "Put this between your lips, and breathe in..."

Rain closed her eyes tight as he stroked her, then forced herself to open her eyes and rise to meet his touch. When he let go, she looked up at him in confusion, then took the mouthpiece and breathed in carefully.

"Yes, like that."

Poised as he was over her body, he watched with interest, waiting to see the tension leaving her body as the opium took hold.

Rain wasn't sure what the purpose of this was, but in only a few short moments she could feel the tension and fear start to slip away. She breathed in deeply, feeling her body relax.

She looked up at him dreamily, turning a little to curve into the touch of his arm as it rested beside her. It felt so good. She felt safe and warm and unafraid and sensual.

She was so much more beautiful without the fear to mar her pretty features.

"How are you feeling, my dear? Better?" Reaching up with one hand, he tenderly brushed a few errant strands of hair out of her face.

"Oh yes, sir," Rain said dreamily, turning her face into his touch. She reached up one hand to stroke his face. "You are so kind, sir. And handsome. I think... I think if you took me, it would not hurt. Maybe I would even feel good as the others do."

The doctor smiled, and placed a kiss upon the palm of her hand. It was the only indulgence that he could allow himself.

If Saya had never captured his heart, he would have likely given in to his desire and taken Rain. It would have been a kindness for her to see that it didn't have to be such an unpleasant experience. Lovemaking could be a wondrous thing... heaven on earth. It was a pity that he couldn't show her this.

"Ah, I would have liked to have shared that intimacy with you, my sweet. But I'm afraid that it's not possible now."

Edited 2010-02-09 05:40 (UTC)

Rain smiled sweetly at him, stretching languidly. "I'm sorry. I should have liked to make up for before."

"Sir? What do I do now? Will men come to me here tonight?"

Yes, it would have been nice.

Resisting the sudden urge to run his hand along the fabric of her bodice, he let his eyes close for a moment so that he could refocus his attention.

"... no. Not here, at least. This room serves a different clientele."

Touching her face was safer, so Solomon brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek, indulging himself in the warmth of her flesh.

"I want you... to just enjoy yourself for now. I'll see to it that you're not disturbed for a few hours."

She turned into his touch, unconsciously arching her body in sensual pleasure. "Will you stay with me, sir? I like the way your hands feel on my face."

"Is that so?" He chuckled softly under his breath.

The girl's affectionate body language was a far cry away from the trembling nerve wracked creature who'd been in his arms so long ago. Clearly the opium was working beautifully.

The doctor tilted his head slightly, wondering what her reaction would be if tested with more intense stimuli. Rain wouldn't last if she suffered a collapse from her nervous state. And Solomon wasn't wanting to damage his current status with Monsieur Saxon if he cost him a valued employee by not correcting the situation. One way or another...

"Does my touch feel good, my sweet?"

Experimentally, his questing fingers slid down from her cheek, tracing loose circles along the exposed flesh of her neckline.

Rain shivered again under his touch, but this time in sensual longing, arching up to him. "Oh yes, sir," she breathed. "Please, please don't stop."

Opium could be a wonder drug, numbing a person's worst fears and most painful traumas. With this, the girl might be able to do her job without feeling any of the ramifications. Something that would ensure that her life not spiral into an even worse condition.

Watching her eyes carefully, his hand slipped down over her lacy chemise, his palm molding itself to the curves of her flesh under the soft white fabric as it slid down her body.

"You seem to be feeling better... not nervous anymore?"

She whimpered, wanting... wanting... she didn't even know what she wanted, but her body felt - needed... something.

"Not nervous, sir, just... I want... I don't know..." She bit her lip in pleasure, body moving under his touch. "It feels... I want more..."

"More~?"

Closing the distance between them, he pulled himself further up on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow as he lay down beside her. His mouth curved into a smile, feeling the wanton movement of her body against his. Yes, opium suited her well.

Solomon leaned in, the warmth of his breath spilling lightly against her skin as he whispered in her ear. "Tell me... what is it that you want~?"

He was so close and so warm and his touch felt so good and she wanted and didn't know what she wanted except...

She whimpered again at the feel of his breath against her ear and opened her eyes to stare wide-eyed into his. He was so handsome, so wonderful, that she just had to reach out and touch his face and when her fingertips brushed his cheek she knew.

"Touch me. I want you to touch me and... and kiss me and...." she blushed deeply, "... and, and everything..."

Her request would have had any man more than eager to oblige. She was delightful in her innocence, and the fact that even after having serviced many men, she was still capable of blushing like a maiden... it was remarkable.

His hand faltered though, wanting desperately to feel the warmth of her flesh unhindered by the soft white cotton of her dress, but knowing that doing so could tarnish the relationship that he had forged with Saya.

"... and to take you?" His heart sped up, body responding to the need in her voice. "You do tempt me..."

Rain nodded and blushed even more deeply. Many men had taken her, but this was the first time she had ever wanted anyone. "Yes. I... I want you to take me, sir. Please. My body, it aches for your touch."

Winding an arm around her, he pulled her to him. Her skin smelled sweet even through the cloying scent of opium in the air. It was hard to resist, when his own body ached for his beloved.

"My dear, sweet girl..."

Surely indulging in her for a few moments wouldn't be too great of a sin. Of course, sleeping with Rain was out of the question when Saya was so close. He loved her too dearly to betray her to such an extent.

But just a taste of what he would have to reject, it was something that he just couldn't help. Closing his eyes as he held her close, his other hand moved to the buttons on her chemise, unfastening one after another.

Edited 2010-02-12 02:45 (UTC)

Rain buried her face in his neck, nuzzling against him, then gasping against his skin as he began undoing her buttons. "Please, yes, sir!"

She slid her hands down his back, attempting to slide her hands under his shirt, suddenly craving the feel of his skin under her fingers.

Things were accelerating at an alarming rate, the situation growing in intensity with every second. Memories of the more heated moments he shared with Saya kept flashing in his mind, raising his body's hunger to the point where it was becoming harder to think.

Her chemise unbuttoned, Solomon struggled to keep himself from losing all control. But it was hard when the girl in his arms was tugging out his shirt, her own hands in a quest to feel their way along his body.

Rain moaned as her hands finally found skin and she stroked upwards, arching into him. "So good..."

She had never expected, never would have thought that something she thought of as so ugly could turn into something so wonderous.

Solomon's lips parted feeling her fingers running along his back. It was what he wanted so badly, to feel the release that came from sharing such intimacies.

His hand moved of it's own accord, following his body's need to take this woman in his arms. His fingers slid underneath the edge of her chemise, pulling it insistently off her shoulder.

It was wrong. He knew this. But how could he possibly stop when the feelings were so intense?

Edited 2010-02-12 03:47 (UTC)

Rain wriggled under him, arching upward to help him pull her chemise down. She let one hand slide around to his chest while the other on his back held him to her. She turned her head, searching for his lips, wanting to know if that was as amazing as the feel of his hands on her.

Her mind was clouded, both with the drug and with pleasure. if she'd only known sex could be like this, she never would have protested.

"... cherie..." Her lips brushed against his, drowning out the protests that had been welling up inside him. Her eager mouth was so soft, so insistent that he was no longer able to resist...

There was freedom in surrendering. Kissing her deeply, he wove his fingers into her hair, enjoying the moment for what it was...

Her kiss was sweet, laced with the subtle taste of opium. Her body sweeter still because of her willingness to give herself to him. She had much to offer, if he was willing to pay the price.

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