[Open] in the merry summer months

[okayimin]

WHO: Sawbones, Jenny Lou, Poesia and YOU
WHAT: a catch all
WHEN: throughout Solace, into whatever the next month is
WHERE: All over
NOTES: light cw for animal dissection for medical purposes in one of Sawbones' prompts, additional nsfw headers in Poesia's threads. gimme that action spam. if u want a closed starter hmu!

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[highborn]

[ Rowdy is not quite to Vanadi's tastes these days. He's not been here for long, and he's strongly considering throwing back the rest of his drink and showing himself out, when he's -- sailed towards. He blinks, too polite to look openly startled, but verging on it. ]

You've mistaken me, I'm afraid.

[ Hasn't she? She must have. He'd remember an attractive face, on top of the fact that he's still quite new. ]

[bloodandsand]

[ She tips her head to regard him, leaning over the table. ]

Have I? Dear me, how presumptuous of me! I shall rectify this at once, for you're terribly lovely and I would adore to know your name.

[highborn]

[ There's another blink from him — this time because it feels precisely as if he's staring at a mirror version of himself from a few years ago. It's nearly word-for-word a line he'd have tried on some pretty face somewhere.

He can't help a short laugh, a brush of hand through short silvered hair. He knows better now than to go along with it quite so eagerly as he would have, but it's a nice flattery. ]

The feeling is mutual. Perhaps we might arrange a trade.

[bloodandsand]

[ She smiles, lovely and guileless in her flirtations. ]

I should like that very much! But it's boring if we only trade names, don't you think? Perhaps we could trade something for each other's names?

[highborn]

[ There's a dangerous suggestion; he grins, and leans on his elbows on the table. ]

Did you have something in mind?

[bloodandsand]

[ She does so love someone who's willing to play the game. She taps her bottom lip thoughtfully. ]

For every letter of my name, I will trade you a kiss.

[highborn]

[ He considers this, head cocked, fingers drumming thoughtfully on the table. Presently: ]

A tempting offer. Would you still be interested if I asked for a truth about you instead? For each letter of my name. [ His smile goes a little wry. ] It's long enough to satisfy, I assure you.

[bloodandsand]

That's a curious proposal, but certainly! I'm afraid you'll be most bored with your trade, I'm not in the habit of keeping secrets.

[ Or being discreet in general, in case he hadn't noticed and much to the chagrin of their organization as a whole. ]

[highborn]

[ He shrugs, content enough with the answer. ]

No secrets told this early in would be particularly tantalizing, in any case. [ And with a faint smile: ] My first letter is V -- V, for voracious.

[bloodandsand]

I have a very voracious appetite for sex. [ In case that wasn't clear. ] My first letter is P.

[ And she'll move closer to his side of the table to steal a kiss, a chaste little peck. ]

[highborn]

[ He laughs with that, waving a hand at the rules they seem to be setting for their little game, even as he tips his head graciously to receive the kiss. It's certainly good information to know, but — ]

Please, I hope you're not expecting a word for every letter, there's only so much can be done with A.

[bloodandsand]

[ She pouts at him. ]

But then how shall I ever know what truth to tell you! Shall I sacrifice something else to you for your favor?

[highborn]

[ The verbiage, oh my. His eyebrows arch upward, but: ] What's on the sacrificial list?

[bloodandsand]

[ Innocently: ] My undergarments.

[highborn]

[ Oh. He probably should have seen that coming. He glances away calmly, but the hand that runs quickly through his hair suggests the idea may have had some effect. ]

Here, now? I hope not, you may need them. This does't strike me as the cleanest establishment.

[bloodandsand]

[Her curling smile rather ruins the innocent facade. She ruins it further by leaning forward, sliding a finger over the low collar of her gown and tugging so he can see the tops of her stays (and coincidentally most of her breasts, goodness what a shock). ]

I needn't remove them all at once, of course. I have a rather pretty ribbon for my lacing, you know. Would you like to see it?

[highborn]

[ Yes, absolutely he would, and his eyes do obligingly trace the plunging neckline and all it offers. But he leans back with some effort, and his gaze makes it back to her face. ]

Ah — before anyone sees too much of anything, I should inform you that I'm not particularly interested in paid company. [ Because that has to be the angle, right?? Just a lady with appreciable hustle. ] Though I would at least be happy to buy your next drink, the least I can do.

i can't remember if i labeled this already but this thread is nsfw now

[bloodandsand]

[ She laughs, a champagne giggle. ]

Oh goodness, no! This is my hobby, dear, not my occupation.

[ She slides her finger along her neckline of her stays, pulling them away from her skin enough so that her breasts fall a little more freely, one cheeky nipple peeking out. ]

I very much enjoy sex, you see. I've been told I'm a terrible wanton.

[highborn]

[ His brows knit very slightly. It's a relatable answer -- but a suspicious one. Perhaps she wants his money still, but without the honest labor involved. Perhaps her intentions are darker still.

As much as he would very much like to enjoy the curve of breasts in his periphery, he keeps his eyes locked on the woman's as he leans back further. ]

Forgive me, my dear -- I'm a romantic at heart, and you're moving so very quickly.

[ It sounds a little colder than any truthfully spoken line should. ]

[bloodandsand]

[ There's some genuine regret for that. ]

Oh dear, that's too bad! [ Her fingers land lightly back on the table as she sits back. ] I do hope you aren't the sort who has his heart set on courting after a little kissing? I'm afraid I'm not at all the sort for that manner of thing.

[highborn]

[ He relaxes only very slightly as she pulls back; the lines in his shoulders stay tense. ]

Not typically. [ Pointedly: ] Though these days, I find I do prefer to know who I'm kissing.

[bloodandsand]

Oh, shall we set aside the game of it? My name is Poesia. [ She taps her chin thoughtfully. ] Are there other details a lady ought divulge before she encourages a gentleman to put his hands up her skirt? I'm afraid I've never been good at concealing anything, so I hardly know where to begin when exposing myself.

[ This is half playful and half genuine question. ]

[highborn]

I'm Vanadi.

[ God, but she is making it very difficult to want to keep up this suspicion. He resists, somehow, and nods toward the bar. ]

Take my offer of a drink. We might even enjoy one another's company, you never know.

[bloodandsand]

If you insist. [ Though it's hardly a difficulty, he's very lovely and she's having fun. ] Though I am very much enjoying your company now, you know.

[highborn]

I'm so pleased to hear it.

[ That's a bit dryly, because of course it -- her entire bearing -- is just what a clever conwoman might be trying. It's really very unfortunate how well it works on him. He pushes himself from his seat. ]

Do you have a favorite drink, or shall I surprise you?