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It was almost eerie, the nights that all her girls were out on business and Helena was left alone in the brothel house. Despite living in the upper levels and the outside was filled with the muted sounds of wine drinking and merriment, Lena felt like it was still almost too quiet. Sitting on the roof terrace, Lena lounged while sipping on her own wine and munching on bits of food. This was her serenity. It was almost dusk and the alone time was peaceful. It had been the first time in awhile that she felt calm about much of anything. But in all reality, she was still hurting and felt like there was a piece of her missing.
Her Zanon, swept up by that witch of wife in some cruel twist of fate. So what if she was pregnant? Why did that mean he had to give up everything he enjoyed? She had wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t go and that he couldn’t end things. That was not realistic or wise, though. At the end of the day, she was still considered to be of common status and was the head of a house of ill repute. It didn’t matter that her girls were paid to grace the events and beds of some of the most powerful men (and women) in Colchis with their presence. Once it was all said and done, they were just expensive whores that were worth the price. And Lena? She was their leader. Helena may have not worked in the profession herself, but it didn’t take much for others to assume she was no different than her girls. She never took offense when someone thought otherwise, it was a bit flattering actually.
Lena was rather absorbed in her own thoughts, sipping on the wine until it started to warm her and melt her worries and anxieties away. She was listening to the quiet buzz from a party down below in the street somewhere, tuning into the faint music playing. It was almost enough to lull her into a comforting trance. It was only the slight sound of shuffling footsteps that broke her out of it. “Is somebody there?” she asked aloud, turning her head slightly towards the nose.
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It was almost eerie, the nights that all her girls were out on business and Helena was left alone in the brothel house. Despite living in the upper levels and the outside was filled with the muted sounds of wine drinking and merriment, Lena felt like it was still almost too quiet. Sitting on the roof terrace, Lena lounged while sipping on her own wine and munching on bits of food. This was her serenity. It was almost dusk and the alone time was peaceful. It had been the first time in awhile that she felt calm about much of anything. But in all reality, she was still hurting and felt like there was a piece of her missing.
Her Zanon, swept up by that witch of wife in some cruel twist of fate. So what if she was pregnant? Why did that mean he had to give up everything he enjoyed? She had wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t go and that he couldn’t end things. That was not realistic or wise, though. At the end of the day, she was still considered to be of common status and was the head of a house of ill repute. It didn’t matter that her girls were paid to grace the events and beds of some of the most powerful men (and women) in Colchis with their presence. Once it was all said and done, they were just expensive whores that were worth the price. And Lena? She was their leader. Helena may have not worked in the profession herself, but it didn’t take much for others to assume she was no different than her girls. She never took offense when someone thought otherwise, it was a bit flattering actually.
Lena was rather absorbed in her own thoughts, sipping on the wine until it started to warm her and melt her worries and anxieties away. She was listening to the quiet buzz from a party down below in the street somewhere, tuning into the faint music playing. It was almost enough to lull her into a comforting trance. It was only the slight sound of shuffling footsteps that broke her out of it. “Is somebody there?” she asked aloud, turning her head slightly towards the nose.
It was almost eerie, the nights that all her girls were out on business and Helena was left alone in the brothel house. Despite living in the upper levels and the outside was filled with the muted sounds of wine drinking and merriment, Lena felt like it was still almost too quiet. Sitting on the roof terrace, Lena lounged while sipping on her own wine and munching on bits of food. This was her serenity. It was almost dusk and the alone time was peaceful. It had been the first time in awhile that she felt calm about much of anything. But in all reality, she was still hurting and felt like there was a piece of her missing.
Her Zanon, swept up by that witch of wife in some cruel twist of fate. So what if she was pregnant? Why did that mean he had to give up everything he enjoyed? She had wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t go and that he couldn’t end things. That was not realistic or wise, though. At the end of the day, she was still considered to be of common status and was the head of a house of ill repute. It didn’t matter that her girls were paid to grace the events and beds of some of the most powerful men (and women) in Colchis with their presence. Once it was all said and done, they were just expensive whores that were worth the price. And Lena? She was their leader. Helena may have not worked in the profession herself, but it didn’t take much for others to assume she was no different than her girls. She never took offense when someone thought otherwise, it was a bit flattering actually.
Lena was rather absorbed in her own thoughts, sipping on the wine until it started to warm her and melt her worries and anxieties away. She was listening to the quiet buzz from a party down below in the street somewhere, tuning into the faint music playing. It was almost enough to lull her into a comforting trance. It was only the slight sound of shuffling footsteps that broke her out of it. “Is somebody there?” she asked aloud, turning her head slightly towards the nose.
This night was turning out to be a dud. Whether it was the company or the fact that he still hadn’t quite settled to being back in Colchis, Silanos had grown bored of the tavern and its insipid attempts at entertainment. So he’d gotten to his feet and, ignoring the protests of his companions, waltzed off with the jug of wine he’d purchased and a grin on his face. He knew exactly where he was heading.
He’d met the woman a couple of weeks back when he’d been trying - and he was pretty fucking sure he would have been successful if he hadn’t have been interrupted - to talk a pretty whore into giving him a freebie. Because why pay if she was going to enjoy herself as much as he was? That and the fact he didn’t have an abundance of coin having just gotten back from Taengea and all of its excesses. She’d been cute and he reckoned he was about half a cup of wine a smile or two more from having her convinced that she should just slope off work early for the night
Of course, the girl’s Madam hadn’t been too enthralled with the idea and for a few mildly alarming moments Sil had thought he was going to get his face rearranged by the great lug she had with her, but thankfully the woman had brains enough to realise it was a face too pretty for marring. Or something. His charm had at least served some purpose if not the one he’d originally intended.
Helena had proven an interesting sort of character and one that Sil thought he might like to get to know better even if she had warned him off in no uncertain terms. He wasn’t one t be discouraged by a few murderous threats anyway. Not that he could remember terribly clearly what had been said, he’d had a fair bit to drink and most of it had come back to him in startling moments of clarity the next day.
So he figured the wine was..a peace offering or something as he wandered up towards where he knew the woman’s business to be run from. He’d thought he might have to knock on the door but before he’d gotten that far, a voice called down from...the roof? Silanos squinted up at the upper part of the building and frowned a little.
“That depends. Are you on your own or is your knucklehead pal around here? Because I’m not sharing my wine with him even if he asks nicely”
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This night was turning out to be a dud. Whether it was the company or the fact that he still hadn’t quite settled to being back in Colchis, Silanos had grown bored of the tavern and its insipid attempts at entertainment. So he’d gotten to his feet and, ignoring the protests of his companions, waltzed off with the jug of wine he’d purchased and a grin on his face. He knew exactly where he was heading.
He’d met the woman a couple of weeks back when he’d been trying - and he was pretty fucking sure he would have been successful if he hadn’t have been interrupted - to talk a pretty whore into giving him a freebie. Because why pay if she was going to enjoy herself as much as he was? That and the fact he didn’t have an abundance of coin having just gotten back from Taengea and all of its excesses. She’d been cute and he reckoned he was about half a cup of wine a smile or two more from having her convinced that she should just slope off work early for the night
Of course, the girl’s Madam hadn’t been too enthralled with the idea and for a few mildly alarming moments Sil had thought he was going to get his face rearranged by the great lug she had with her, but thankfully the woman had brains enough to realise it was a face too pretty for marring. Or something. His charm had at least served some purpose if not the one he’d originally intended.
Helena had proven an interesting sort of character and one that Sil thought he might like to get to know better even if she had warned him off in no uncertain terms. He wasn’t one t be discouraged by a few murderous threats anyway. Not that he could remember terribly clearly what had been said, he’d had a fair bit to drink and most of it had come back to him in startling moments of clarity the next day.
So he figured the wine was..a peace offering or something as he wandered up towards where he knew the woman’s business to be run from. He’d thought he might have to knock on the door but before he’d gotten that far, a voice called down from...the roof? Silanos squinted up at the upper part of the building and frowned a little.
“That depends. Are you on your own or is your knucklehead pal around here? Because I’m not sharing my wine with him even if he asks nicely”
This night was turning out to be a dud. Whether it was the company or the fact that he still hadn’t quite settled to being back in Colchis, Silanos had grown bored of the tavern and its insipid attempts at entertainment. So he’d gotten to his feet and, ignoring the protests of his companions, waltzed off with the jug of wine he’d purchased and a grin on his face. He knew exactly where he was heading.
He’d met the woman a couple of weeks back when he’d been trying - and he was pretty fucking sure he would have been successful if he hadn’t have been interrupted - to talk a pretty whore into giving him a freebie. Because why pay if she was going to enjoy herself as much as he was? That and the fact he didn’t have an abundance of coin having just gotten back from Taengea and all of its excesses. She’d been cute and he reckoned he was about half a cup of wine a smile or two more from having her convinced that she should just slope off work early for the night
Of course, the girl’s Madam hadn’t been too enthralled with the idea and for a few mildly alarming moments Sil had thought he was going to get his face rearranged by the great lug she had with her, but thankfully the woman had brains enough to realise it was a face too pretty for marring. Or something. His charm had at least served some purpose if not the one he’d originally intended.
Helena had proven an interesting sort of character and one that Sil thought he might like to get to know better even if she had warned him off in no uncertain terms. He wasn’t one t be discouraged by a few murderous threats anyway. Not that he could remember terribly clearly what had been said, he’d had a fair bit to drink and most of it had come back to him in startling moments of clarity the next day.
So he figured the wine was..a peace offering or something as he wandered up towards where he knew the woman’s business to be run from. He’d thought he might have to knock on the door but before he’d gotten that far, a voice called down from...the roof? Silanos squinted up at the upper part of the building and frowned a little.
“That depends. Are you on your own or is your knucklehead pal around here? Because I’m not sharing my wine with him even if he asks nicely”
No one just simply <i>slept</i> with one of Helena’s girls without paying the price. Her girls were as precious as jewels, their attention (sexual or not) came at a high price and entertained those who could pay it or had the information and influence to deserve it. It was not a walk in the park to run the hetaerae efficiently and without error. Lena definitely made mistakes in her first year of being the madam, but she did work fast to establish the control and respect that her adoptive mother had had and then some. Despite never working as a hetaera herself and also being quite young to be in the position that she was in, Helena was hard pressed to never let anyone override her power. Not even some insignificant courtier who thought he was entitled to his girls.
Not without something of value to give in return he wasn’t.
Now, Lena wasn’t heartless. She had never intended for her girls body guard to rough Silanos up, that would just be rude. And afterall, the last thing she needed was this <i>boy’s</i> father or someone he could whine to (if he had the inclination to do so) and cause her trouble. Helena was protected by other informants and allies, but the hassle of hushing up some peeved courtier just was not an activity that the madam felt like dealing with in the meantime. However, no rich boy was going to push her over and get his way. So in Helena’s mind, it was necessary to let Titanus intimidate Silanos and make him realize under no search terms would he sleep with one of her hetaera without payment. It was a bit of an enjoyable game, seeing how he would try and get out of the predicament he had found himself in. In the end though, he had. And Lena let him go with more than a few ill-wishing statements to follow him.
She wasn’t an easily moved woman, when her mind was made up it was particularly set on staying that way. Yet, the voice that greet her question made her just amused enough to keep her from wanting to shoo it away.How bold, returning to her house after what he had tried to pull. A little stupid as well. But Lena would give credit where it was due.
Standing up and looking over the roof and down into the street, Helena couldn’t help but let out a bit of a wine-fueled giggle. “You’re lucky, it’s just me up here tonight. My girls are out on business,” she admitted, hoping that would ease any reservations he had. “You brought wine?” she asked, more interested in that now.
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No one just simply <i>slept</i> with one of Helena’s girls without paying the price. Her girls were as precious as jewels, their attention (sexual or not) came at a high price and entertained those who could pay it or had the information and influence to deserve it. It was not a walk in the park to run the hetaerae efficiently and without error. Lena definitely made mistakes in her first year of being the madam, but she did work fast to establish the control and respect that her adoptive mother had had and then some. Despite never working as a hetaera herself and also being quite young to be in the position that she was in, Helena was hard pressed to never let anyone override her power. Not even some insignificant courtier who thought he was entitled to his girls.
Not without something of value to give in return he wasn’t.
Now, Lena wasn’t heartless. She had never intended for her girls body guard to rough Silanos up, that would just be rude. And afterall, the last thing she needed was this <i>boy’s</i> father or someone he could whine to (if he had the inclination to do so) and cause her trouble. Helena was protected by other informants and allies, but the hassle of hushing up some peeved courtier just was not an activity that the madam felt like dealing with in the meantime. However, no rich boy was going to push her over and get his way. So in Helena’s mind, it was necessary to let Titanus intimidate Silanos and make him realize under no search terms would he sleep with one of her hetaera without payment. It was a bit of an enjoyable game, seeing how he would try and get out of the predicament he had found himself in. In the end though, he had. And Lena let him go with more than a few ill-wishing statements to follow him.
She wasn’t an easily moved woman, when her mind was made up it was particularly set on staying that way. Yet, the voice that greet her question made her just amused enough to keep her from wanting to shoo it away.How bold, returning to her house after what he had tried to pull. A little stupid as well. But Lena would give credit where it was due.
Standing up and looking over the roof and down into the street, Helena couldn’t help but let out a bit of a wine-fueled giggle. “You’re lucky, it’s just me up here tonight. My girls are out on business,” she admitted, hoping that would ease any reservations he had. “You brought wine?” she asked, more interested in that now.
No one just simply <i>slept</i> with one of Helena’s girls without paying the price. Her girls were as precious as jewels, their attention (sexual or not) came at a high price and entertained those who could pay it or had the information and influence to deserve it. It was not a walk in the park to run the hetaerae efficiently and without error. Lena definitely made mistakes in her first year of being the madam, but she did work fast to establish the control and respect that her adoptive mother had had and then some. Despite never working as a hetaera herself and also being quite young to be in the position that she was in, Helena was hard pressed to never let anyone override her power. Not even some insignificant courtier who thought he was entitled to his girls.
Not without something of value to give in return he wasn’t.
Now, Lena wasn’t heartless. She had never intended for her girls body guard to rough Silanos up, that would just be rude. And afterall, the last thing she needed was this <i>boy’s</i> father or someone he could whine to (if he had the inclination to do so) and cause her trouble. Helena was protected by other informants and allies, but the hassle of hushing up some peeved courtier just was not an activity that the madam felt like dealing with in the meantime. However, no rich boy was going to push her over and get his way. So in Helena’s mind, it was necessary to let Titanus intimidate Silanos and make him realize under no search terms would he sleep with one of her hetaera without payment. It was a bit of an enjoyable game, seeing how he would try and get out of the predicament he had found himself in. In the end though, he had. And Lena let him go with more than a few ill-wishing statements to follow him.
She wasn’t an easily moved woman, when her mind was made up it was particularly set on staying that way. Yet, the voice that greet her question made her just amused enough to keep her from wanting to shoo it away.How bold, returning to her house after what he had tried to pull. A little stupid as well. But Lena would give credit where it was due.
Standing up and looking over the roof and down into the street, Helena couldn’t help but let out a bit of a wine-fueled giggle. “You’re lucky, it’s just me up here tonight. My girls are out on business,” she admitted, hoping that would ease any reservations he had. “You brought wine?” she asked, more interested in that now.