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Post by Jewel on Oct 5, 2020 19:46:16 GMT -6
[Here's a general content warning for violence, sex, and language throughout. If this isn't your thing, turn back now!] When Jewel woke up, it was with one ache in his head, and one between his legs. He knew those damned curtains would let the light in. The flimsy-ass material was not fit for dish rags, nevermind drapery, and they were just about as depressing as any scullery maid's cloth in that drab colour. Battling with them would prove fruitless, so the fae consoled himself with rolling to the centre of the bed. The sheets were cool. His companion had departed, then. What flavour of fellow had it been? His brow furrowed as he attempted to conjure up an image, even with his eyes closed. Middling height, pushing his forties, balding at the crown. Reeking of desperation, like foodstuff gone bad, a gallon of milk about to curdle. What else? Oh - a fat, jangling coin purse just begging to be plundered. Motivation enough to tolerate even the most unsightly of traits. Speaking of which, where had his spoils gotten to?
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Post by Jewel on Oct 5, 2020 20:01:57 GMT -6
It hurt to move. One too many glasses of wine - Jewel was not going to refuse being courted, and he was happy to throw a good vintage red down his neck as if it was going out of style. There was a price for every frivolity, though, so he would pay it and (not) learn his lesson for next time. So the pattern went.
When he pushed himself into a sitting position, the sheets fell away from his torso. Ringed fingers reached up to touch, and - yes, the bandages held fast, snaking around his chest from collarbone to navel. He allowed himself a sigh of relief. Things were as they should've been; to his customer, he was still a pretty boy with a hunting injuy.
"Where, oh where... ah!" There was the purse, sat on the nightstand in all its bulging glory. Jewel leaned across to snatch it. It felt heavy enough to compensate him for all that he had endured. "Found you."
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Post by Jewel on Oct 5, 2020 20:13:42 GMT -6
"I think that's mine."
Jewel lifted his gaze. Not alone, then - his bedmate was emerging from what the inn was generously calling an en-suite. A box with a toilet was a more accurate descriptor. At least they could say it matched the ambience of the room.
"I think you're mistaken. You splashed a lot of cash on me, man," He replied, flashing a grin. The confusion on the dude's face was a picture; elated, he rose from the bed and stepped towards him. "Not ringing any bells? Let me shine a light for you..."
While one hand jingled the purse in front of the man's face, the other slipped aroud his waist to squeeze at his backside, hard and insistent. His meagre height left Jewel with only a short stretch to ghost his lips over the shell of his ear.
"I'd give it all for one night with you, pretty baby."
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Post by Jewel on Oct 5, 2020 20:26:11 GMT -6
The man blanched; Jewel had no need to move, because his customer hopped away with all the vigour of a springtime bunny, as if burned by the memory of his own actions. He couldn't tell exactly what he was dealing with. Shame stemming from sleeping with a prostitute? From sleeping with a boy? Both? It was fun to try and work out which flavour was dominant.
"I-- but I didn't-- we did..." The vague hand gestures were an extra amusement.
"Oh, we did," Jewel laughed. "Zero points for stamina, but full marks for enthusiasm! Not my finest hour, but this pocket change should keep me going for a while. Thanks, stud."
He watched as the man absorbed the words, turned them over in his head, and regained the colour in his face as it flushed with embarrassment and anger. It was much too late for that. The deed was done, and Jewel was taking his damn money.
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Post by Jewel on Oct 6, 2020 18:32:07 GMT -6
"You're going to rinse me for everything I have?" The man had the gall to sound incredulous. Jewel was growing bored with the exchange by then, and sighed. "I'm not rinsing anyone, sweetie. I'm taking payment for services rendered," He said. "You hit it, you cough up. That's how any trade works. Are we done?" There was nothing left for his customer to do except bluster and mutter and snatch his coat from the hook. Good. The sooner he got moving, the quicker Jewel could get out of there and move on to the next tavern - hopefully, without forking out for the room rental. "You're a whore!" Was the man's parting remark. "And your cock is small, since we're pointing out the obvious and all," Jewel wiggled his fingers in a sarcastic wave. "Ciao." The door slammed with enough force to rattle the frame. With a snort, he got to counting his spoils. [Logged!]
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