Open Log: Tambour Amoureux: Saturday

[neverendingbeat.livejournal.com]

When; Saturday, February 6
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. Day Two, for action happening today. [Previous day] Note: There are a few girls making a break for it today, so perhaps the previous day's log is better for any potential carousers? Whatever you so choose.
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.

Additionally, there is a balcony up some back stairs, for employees, and whomever they might choose to bring there.

In a more private section, off-limits to the clientèle are the private offices of those warranting one. Monsieur Saxon's in particular is two rooms. The larger one contains a desk and couch, along with double doors to a private balcony. The smaller one contains a bed and not too much else. It's not his home, of course, that's elsewhere, but Monsieur Saxon does prefer to know exactly what's been in the bed he uses. Or might use. If he chooses to. A curtain is pulled across the archway between the rooms.



[ooc: 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...
Don't ask me why I know so much about the Master's office, now. I don't know. It kinda just happened.

The Master is Monsieur Saxon to everyone except his girls, to whom he is 'Maître' because he CAN BE.

Also, anyone feel like running away/being signed up? Aion could do with some girls to hunt down, y'know.

Alsoalso, sorry for repetitiveness. Some things just don't NEED to change, y'know? I'm just making certain you don't get shoehorned into one day.]

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[holymadonna.livejournal.com]

Lilith gaze a scandalized look at Aion, choosing to be properly quiet when the priest breathlessly arrive after her. He shot a stern look at the man, shielding the Sister. "The Devil speaks, language as that to address a servant of the Lord," he chastised, seemly taking the reins of the business.

"I do not coveted any of your servants, you are mistaking the guidance to a Christian life with longing borne of greed, Monsieur," Lilith said, stepping out the priest's protection to face the Master. "I was preaching and she own her free will decided to change her life." Her body slowly advances to shield Alice, hoping the girl will not stay. If she races to the Cathedral and asks sanctuary on the steps, there is no way, even legally they will take her away from their asylum.

[jiyuna_togabito]

Good. A small reinforcement but a sufficient one at that. Aion slyly kept his eyes on the two girls even when spoken to by the priest. He was pleased to see that Rain had come to her senses but Alice on the other hand. Practically ignoring his lecture, he swiftly shifted to the side, grabbing Alice by the arm.

"My my, you've always been a troublesome one... though that's what I always liked about you." He called back towards the Master and forcefully tossed her towards him without looking back. He trusted that he'd be there to retrieve her. "Here! A little gift. Take them back with you. I'll take care of the rest."

He slowly moved towards Lilith, knowing that the priest would come to her aid than to go after them. "My apologies. What were we talking about now, Sister?" Aion sarcastically responded to draw her attention.

[neverendingbeat.livejournal.com]

The Master, who had had one arm around Rain, saw Alice being pushed at him and released Rain to grab her.

"What am I to do with you?" he asked her, chuckling slightly, pausing a moment before he bared his teeth and pushed her roughly to her knees, slapping her across her face. "You're not going to get off easy for this, Alice," he said, pulling a metallic implement out of his pocket and pointing it at her head. The girls would have seen him use it only rarely before, when there was a particularly unruly customer. Of course, whether it had killed the men or only stunned them wasn't clear, but it was clearly not safe either way.

After he'd held her there long enough to hopefully impress the importance of doing as he said, the Master pulled her to her feet under her arms, and pushed her in the opposite direction from the sister. "Go on," he said. "You're both coming back with me." He pointed the device at Alice and grabbed Rain around her shoulders. "Lead the way, Alice, if you would."

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Rain froze when he pointed the dangerous thing at Alice. This was bad. The whole game was bad and she was never going to play another one ever. It wasn't until he picked her up that she realized she'd been holding her breath, afraid he'd kill Alice.

She turned her head into his bare chest when he grabbed her again. "Sorry, Maitre," she whispered. "So sorry. I thought - I didn't know - they said it was a game. But I don't want to go away from home. I don't want to be on the streets with the Bad Men. I'm a good girl, Maitre, just like I promised. Please take me home, Maitre."

[harassmentgirl.livejournal.com]

Alice lets out a small yelp as Aion grabs her arm. This is it. There is no escaping now. She can't help but let tears roll down her cheeks as the Master slaps her. Half expecting him to kill her then and there, she is somewhat surprised when he pushes her to her feet. She looks back at Lilith and the priest, no longer able to hold back the shaking terror.

Rain is safe, at least for now, as Alice is sure her begging will get her off with a lighter punishment. As for herself, well, she will be amazed if she lives to see the next day. But there is nothing left for her to do, so she just begins walking with her head hanging. Still, she swallows and turns back to the Master, if only for a short moment. "Maitre," she says through tears, shaking, "Maitre, at least, at least let Sister Lilith leave safely. Please, Maitre, please."

[holymadonna.livejournal.com]

Lilith reacts immediately after she sees that petite girl being roughly handled. She can't stand and watch this. "Don't hurt her!" Her attention is rapt on the girl, ignoring Aion's words. The old priest who has gone pale at the incident stumbles behind her to try to stop her shaking shoulders. It isn't fear, being a missionary, she is intrepid in the most dangerous places the Church has sent her to assist, she's angry. She doesn't want to speak with those beasts, but quietly asks the Lord to serene her heart. When the girl pleads for her, Lilith isn't going to stand and watch any longer.

"She doesn't wish to stay with you anymore. She wants to join the Church. No man have the authority to be an obstacle in her true vocation."

[jiyuna_togabito]

Aion held his ground following Lilith's movement to make sure he was a barrier between the two parties. Oh, the anger. Despair. This was too good, even sexy in his opinion. He was really enjoying himself now.

"On the contrary, Sister." He drew closer to her, attempting to make her uncomfortable. A slight bow of his head with a hand at his chest. "The proper documents have been filed and a mutual agreement made between the mademoiselle and the Maitre." He whispered to her. "Besides, don't you hear the child's pleas? Leave now and perhaps it'll be considered."

[neverendingbeat.livejournal.com]

The Master stroked Rain's shoulder as he paused at Alice's request. Hm. This really was manipulation all over again but, then again--

"Let the Sister go, Aion," he called over his shoulder. "The French do love their nuns." He turned back to Alice. "And, of course, I expect gratitude for that, though I expect you'll only disappoint me once again."

He looked down at Rain, sniffling into his chest. "As for you, you really should have known better than to listen." He wasn't quite as angry at her. She clearly hadn't the slightest idea what was going on. All the same, he'd have to teach her better loyalty to himself in future.

Waving his laser screwdriver at Alice, he said, "Now move!" He was really quite looking forward to getting back to the Tambour.

[harassmentgirl.livejournal.com]

Alice lets out a soft sob, but nods her head in submission. Aion is right; they rightfully own her body. Of course, she has no clue what the paper says and only scribbled what the Master said to. If she had known what it was...well, she probably would have signed it anyway. She belongs to him and there is no escaping it. Today just reaffirmed this.

So she nods her head and turns back around, walking quickly with her head down back to the place she knows will eventually be the end of her. She can only pray the end comes quickly.

[holymadonna.livejournal.com]

Lilith gestured to her companion to not interferece. The poor man had enough excitement for the evening. She stood firm, unmoving when Aion approached, resembling to a Madonna statue without unveiling any discomfort or taking note of his distance.

"Have been filled in French? A language the child isn't fluent? She cannot read French. How do I know those documents are valid?" she asked.

[jiyuna_togabito]

Oh? Her gesture was quite impressive. Not even a flinch. He went to raise a hand to physically touch her this time when he heard the order. Aion glared back over his shoulder before giving a disappointed shrug. Honestly, he wasn't sure if the Master was stern or not stern enough sometimes. But it all did matter on how the she was going to respond. If further trouble was to befall the Tambour, he couldn't allow that. Not after all the time and effort placed into such establishment. Such useful establishment.

"The child is property, rightfully handed over by her former guardians as payment to which the Maitre has kindly decided to take her in as his own." He whispered beside her. "Now, don't make me ask again, Sister... Leave or I'll have no choice but to take further measures..." Said the sinner with a devious grin, secretly hoping he'd be able to have some fun out of all this.