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As the sun set on the crowded city of Alexandria, finally the heat and humidity of the day began to be tolerable in the small, crowded main room of the brothel. The general undress of the girls and the simple fans that a few of the girls waved lazily in could only do so much to make the heat more tolerable. The onset of the night would have been a welcome relief to Deshra if it weren’t for the fact that the evening meant the onset of the busiest time of work. She had no choice but to do her job as well as she could, or she was sure that they’d find her another owner who was less inclined to let her sit idle for most of the day, and she’d rather take this over the manual labor expected of other slaves.
As the regular customers trickled in, Deshra lounged on a low couch, hoping that the madam wouldn’t send a man her way that evening. Though she knew that that hope was somewhat futile. Still, she had managed to avoid it so far. Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps the gods were looking out for her that day, but she managed to look up as a younger man walked in. He was obviously not Egyptian, and that piqued her interest. Besides, what better than to have to deal with a young attractive man than one of the older clients that often came in.
Deshra caught the eye of madam, trying to will her to bring the man her way, but she was occupied with finding another client a girl. In that case, Deshra supposed she wouldn’t mind if she took care of the man herself. Deshra quickly attempted to smooth her hair down into something more manageable, so that she didn’t look completely disheveled, and smoothed her shift down so that she was properly covered, at least at the beginning. The short length often threatened to ride up. She greeted him with a smile, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “Hi, I’m Deshra.” She trailed her hand down his arm, and grabbed his hand. “Why don’t you come with me?” It was an awkward proposition, but it would certainly get the point across. Deshra glanced over at the madame, hoping that she wouldn’t get in trouble for taking this initiative.
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As the sun set on the crowded city of Alexandria, finally the heat and humidity of the day began to be tolerable in the small, crowded main room of the brothel. The general undress of the girls and the simple fans that a few of the girls waved lazily in could only do so much to make the heat more tolerable. The onset of the night would have been a welcome relief to Deshra if it weren’t for the fact that the evening meant the onset of the busiest time of work. She had no choice but to do her job as well as she could, or she was sure that they’d find her another owner who was less inclined to let her sit idle for most of the day, and she’d rather take this over the manual labor expected of other slaves.
As the regular customers trickled in, Deshra lounged on a low couch, hoping that the madam wouldn’t send a man her way that evening. Though she knew that that hope was somewhat futile. Still, she had managed to avoid it so far. Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps the gods were looking out for her that day, but she managed to look up as a younger man walked in. He was obviously not Egyptian, and that piqued her interest. Besides, what better than to have to deal with a young attractive man than one of the older clients that often came in.
Deshra caught the eye of madam, trying to will her to bring the man her way, but she was occupied with finding another client a girl. In that case, Deshra supposed she wouldn’t mind if she took care of the man herself. Deshra quickly attempted to smooth her hair down into something more manageable, so that she didn’t look completely disheveled, and smoothed her shift down so that she was properly covered, at least at the beginning. The short length often threatened to ride up. She greeted him with a smile, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “Hi, I’m Deshra.” She trailed her hand down his arm, and grabbed his hand. “Why don’t you come with me?” It was an awkward proposition, but it would certainly get the point across. Deshra glanced over at the madame, hoping that she wouldn’t get in trouble for taking this initiative.
As the sun set on the crowded city of Alexandria, finally the heat and humidity of the day began to be tolerable in the small, crowded main room of the brothel. The general undress of the girls and the simple fans that a few of the girls waved lazily in could only do so much to make the heat more tolerable. The onset of the night would have been a welcome relief to Deshra if it weren’t for the fact that the evening meant the onset of the busiest time of work. She had no choice but to do her job as well as she could, or she was sure that they’d find her another owner who was less inclined to let her sit idle for most of the day, and she’d rather take this over the manual labor expected of other slaves.
As the regular customers trickled in, Deshra lounged on a low couch, hoping that the madam wouldn’t send a man her way that evening. Though she knew that that hope was somewhat futile. Still, she had managed to avoid it so far. Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps the gods were looking out for her that day, but she managed to look up as a younger man walked in. He was obviously not Egyptian, and that piqued her interest. Besides, what better than to have to deal with a young attractive man than one of the older clients that often came in.
Deshra caught the eye of madam, trying to will her to bring the man her way, but she was occupied with finding another client a girl. In that case, Deshra supposed she wouldn’t mind if she took care of the man herself. Deshra quickly attempted to smooth her hair down into something more manageable, so that she didn’t look completely disheveled, and smoothed her shift down so that she was properly covered, at least at the beginning. The short length often threatened to ride up. She greeted him with a smile, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. She placed a hand gently on his shoulder. “Hi, I’m Deshra.” She trailed her hand down his arm, and grabbed his hand. “Why don’t you come with me?” It was an awkward proposition, but it would certainly get the point across. Deshra glanced over at the madame, hoping that she wouldn’t get in trouble for taking this initiative.
It was becoming night as the moon and the stars came out of their hiding places, and Adrestus, with his head down, walked through some doors into a building. It wasn’t often that he went into brothers, rather, this was one of only a few times. He had certainly never gone into an Egyptian one, and he was extremely quiet once he had entered the place. He didn’t really want his presence noticed, and while the Madam had, he also didn’t really want him seen by everyone in the brothel. He was a greek- he was taking a risk to even come in here. He kept his head and eyes down, but spoke only to confirm that he had the money. He was willing to pay. Adrestus’s heart raced as he saw one of the slaves walking towards him, and the young man felt himself hold his breath as she enticed him to follow her. In his mind, he was begging himself to just walk away. In the physical world, however, he didn’t do such a thing. He heard her voice, and he gave her a small grin.
“Hello,” He spoke cautiously. The young woman was quite pretty, that was for sure. He didn’t say anything as she spoke again, still debating whether he should. After a moment of pause, Adrestus nodded in confirmation of her proposition, he would follow her. He gestured for her to lead the way, before following her footsteps. He had a feeling deep within him that he really shouldn’t be here, but… he stayed. His friends were out with women tonight and he needed someone just to be around. Once they got to a place where they were alone, Adrestus took his hood off away from his face. He looked over at Deshra, and gave her a soft smile. “I… really don’t do this sort of thing often.” The young man said. He reached to where his coins were, and showed her his money. “I want…. company, for tonight.” A kiss would do, but he felt bad. It was if he was making her be with him, and that didn’t sit well. He let out a breath, feeling a little uncomfortable. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Maybe he should just walk away, and not bother this perfectly fine woman. He moved to sit down, brushing his hair with her hand before letting his eyes trail over her. “You are pretty.”
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It was becoming night as the moon and the stars came out of their hiding places, and Adrestus, with his head down, walked through some doors into a building. It wasn’t often that he went into brothers, rather, this was one of only a few times. He had certainly never gone into an Egyptian one, and he was extremely quiet once he had entered the place. He didn’t really want his presence noticed, and while the Madam had, he also didn’t really want him seen by everyone in the brothel. He was a greek- he was taking a risk to even come in here. He kept his head and eyes down, but spoke only to confirm that he had the money. He was willing to pay. Adrestus’s heart raced as he saw one of the slaves walking towards him, and the young man felt himself hold his breath as she enticed him to follow her. In his mind, he was begging himself to just walk away. In the physical world, however, he didn’t do such a thing. He heard her voice, and he gave her a small grin.
“Hello,” He spoke cautiously. The young woman was quite pretty, that was for sure. He didn’t say anything as she spoke again, still debating whether he should. After a moment of pause, Adrestus nodded in confirmation of her proposition, he would follow her. He gestured for her to lead the way, before following her footsteps. He had a feeling deep within him that he really shouldn’t be here, but… he stayed. His friends were out with women tonight and he needed someone just to be around. Once they got to a place where they were alone, Adrestus took his hood off away from his face. He looked over at Deshra, and gave her a soft smile. “I… really don’t do this sort of thing often.” The young man said. He reached to where his coins were, and showed her his money. “I want…. company, for tonight.” A kiss would do, but he felt bad. It was if he was making her be with him, and that didn’t sit well. He let out a breath, feeling a little uncomfortable. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Maybe he should just walk away, and not bother this perfectly fine woman. He moved to sit down, brushing his hair with her hand before letting his eyes trail over her. “You are pretty.”
It was becoming night as the moon and the stars came out of their hiding places, and Adrestus, with his head down, walked through some doors into a building. It wasn’t often that he went into brothers, rather, this was one of only a few times. He had certainly never gone into an Egyptian one, and he was extremely quiet once he had entered the place. He didn’t really want his presence noticed, and while the Madam had, he also didn’t really want him seen by everyone in the brothel. He was a greek- he was taking a risk to even come in here. He kept his head and eyes down, but spoke only to confirm that he had the money. He was willing to pay. Adrestus’s heart raced as he saw one of the slaves walking towards him, and the young man felt himself hold his breath as she enticed him to follow her. In his mind, he was begging himself to just walk away. In the physical world, however, he didn’t do such a thing. He heard her voice, and he gave her a small grin.
“Hello,” He spoke cautiously. The young woman was quite pretty, that was for sure. He didn’t say anything as she spoke again, still debating whether he should. After a moment of pause, Adrestus nodded in confirmation of her proposition, he would follow her. He gestured for her to lead the way, before following her footsteps. He had a feeling deep within him that he really shouldn’t be here, but… he stayed. His friends were out with women tonight and he needed someone just to be around. Once they got to a place where they were alone, Adrestus took his hood off away from his face. He looked over at Deshra, and gave her a soft smile. “I… really don’t do this sort of thing often.” The young man said. He reached to where his coins were, and showed her his money. “I want…. company, for tonight.” A kiss would do, but he felt bad. It was if he was making her be with him, and that didn’t sit well. He let out a breath, feeling a little uncomfortable. He shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Maybe he should just walk away, and not bother this perfectly fine woman. He moved to sit down, brushing his hair with her hand before letting his eyes trail over her. “You are pretty.”
Apparently Deshra’s instincts were right, as per usual. She had gone after the young man who was closer to her age who entered the brothel with the hope that he might be more suggestible. He was an interesting sort to be found in a brothel, and one Deshra always found particularly interesting although there were others who found such customers tedious. He was the kind of customer where you couldn’t rely on seduction alone. Instead, you had to be able to think on your feet and do what made the customer comfortable, even if it wasn’t physical. These kinds of people always intrigued her.
Once she got him back to the bedroom she could see his awkwardness. That certainly wouldn’t do. She smiled a bit to put him at ease, trying not to let his uncomfortableness make her feel uncomfortable. Her comfort didn’t matter, it was all about seeing to what the client needed. “Then it’s a good thing I do this kind of thing all the time. I can help you figure out what you want to do.” She sat down on the bed and then lounged back on her elbows. “Or we don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want. Or we can not and say you did if there’s some friends out there you need to impress.” She saw that often with young men who entered in groups. She hadn’t seen any friends enter with him, but sometimes they didn’t all visit the same brothel.
On the other hand, she didn’t want him to just leave. Even if they didn’t do anything, if he spent time with her then he’d have to pay. If he just left, then she would have wasted her time without making any money, and then she wasn’t going to make any money, and she’d only be in trouble. “There’s nothing you have to apologize for. Especially if you keep calling me pretty.” She grinned up at him from the bed. “Why don’t you go ahead and make yourself more comfortable?” She patted the bed next to her.
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Apparently Deshra’s instincts were right, as per usual. She had gone after the young man who was closer to her age who entered the brothel with the hope that he might be more suggestible. He was an interesting sort to be found in a brothel, and one Deshra always found particularly interesting although there were others who found such customers tedious. He was the kind of customer where you couldn’t rely on seduction alone. Instead, you had to be able to think on your feet and do what made the customer comfortable, even if it wasn’t physical. These kinds of people always intrigued her.
Once she got him back to the bedroom she could see his awkwardness. That certainly wouldn’t do. She smiled a bit to put him at ease, trying not to let his uncomfortableness make her feel uncomfortable. Her comfort didn’t matter, it was all about seeing to what the client needed. “Then it’s a good thing I do this kind of thing all the time. I can help you figure out what you want to do.” She sat down on the bed and then lounged back on her elbows. “Or we don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want. Or we can not and say you did if there’s some friends out there you need to impress.” She saw that often with young men who entered in groups. She hadn’t seen any friends enter with him, but sometimes they didn’t all visit the same brothel.
On the other hand, she didn’t want him to just leave. Even if they didn’t do anything, if he spent time with her then he’d have to pay. If he just left, then she would have wasted her time without making any money, and then she wasn’t going to make any money, and she’d only be in trouble. “There’s nothing you have to apologize for. Especially if you keep calling me pretty.” She grinned up at him from the bed. “Why don’t you go ahead and make yourself more comfortable?” She patted the bed next to her.
Apparently Deshra’s instincts were right, as per usual. She had gone after the young man who was closer to her age who entered the brothel with the hope that he might be more suggestible. He was an interesting sort to be found in a brothel, and one Deshra always found particularly interesting although there were others who found such customers tedious. He was the kind of customer where you couldn’t rely on seduction alone. Instead, you had to be able to think on your feet and do what made the customer comfortable, even if it wasn’t physical. These kinds of people always intrigued her.
Once she got him back to the bedroom she could see his awkwardness. That certainly wouldn’t do. She smiled a bit to put him at ease, trying not to let his uncomfortableness make her feel uncomfortable. Her comfort didn’t matter, it was all about seeing to what the client needed. “Then it’s a good thing I do this kind of thing all the time. I can help you figure out what you want to do.” She sat down on the bed and then lounged back on her elbows. “Or we don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want. Or we can not and say you did if there’s some friends out there you need to impress.” She saw that often with young men who entered in groups. She hadn’t seen any friends enter with him, but sometimes they didn’t all visit the same brothel.
On the other hand, she didn’t want him to just leave. Even if they didn’t do anything, if he spent time with her then he’d have to pay. If he just left, then she would have wasted her time without making any money, and then she wasn’t going to make any money, and she’d only be in trouble. “There’s nothing you have to apologize for. Especially if you keep calling me pretty.” She grinned up at him from the bed. “Why don’t you go ahead and make yourself more comfortable?” She patted the bed next to her.