experimental lover Posted April 15, 2006 Posted April 15, 2006 Imaro City was quite a vast place. Set in the slums of the Capital, it served as a nice botheral and pub location. With the night like quite active, people were bustling in and out of casinos and bars, waiting for some luck or maybe a bit of ass. A lone boy sat outside Fanta's Service, one of the more popular whorehouses. His tall, lean body was clear and white, with the brighest of white hair and the deepest of blue eyes. The dark shadow was offsetted by the light of a lamppost. His clean, white suit had a no spots and kept his body well-concealed so that the stark wouldn't bother him. He glanced around, waiting for some work--it had been a slow season for him, as most woman were into 'experimenting.' And so he played the waiting game... Quote
Ravage Nocturne Posted April 15, 2006 Posted April 15, 2006 The moonlight merely cowers upon the faint, alabaster skin of a young woman, short cut russet hair falling to the bottom of her elegant, slender neck. Eyes, the color like you'd think of the ocean being were you not in its presence, gleam within the shrouding, fog-like darkness of the evening as she takes slow steps through the block. In a word, she was beautiful. A faint touch of blush upon her cheeks, lips the color of amethyst curling into a nervous smile, slim body (humble, yet attractive nonetheless) taking graceful movements. Smoothing her plaid skirt around her thights, she bites her lip gently as she adjusts the black tie around her white shirt, glancing down towards her knee high gunmetal socks, and shoes to match. Approaching the young man, she fixes her gaze to the ground. "E-Excuse me...do you happen to know where the 'Blaggard' restaurant is?" She mutters softly, -tugging on his sleeve- her voice trembling only slightly, despite its smooth, tranquil nature. Quote
experimental lover Posted April 15, 2006 Author Posted April 15, 2006 His gaze was silent as was he. He looked upon her and stared directly at her, nodding his head. "I can't show, as it's a bit difficult to get there. And I can't take you, or my boss will fire me... but, if you have any small pocket chance, I could break away from my post..." His intentions were pure: he had not made anymore and one night of a ditch certainly wouldn't help. Quote
