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The dim exposure casted lengthy shadows between the flow of bodies and pretense of drinks. Each sound lingered out off too long, everything felt slowed in the state of intoxication. The stained glass paraded a tint in the dark and drew in the color towards Sevika’s facial recognition. Her jaw harshly pronounced as her head leaned forward against the bared neck of another. In her lap sat a frail body of a male, soft hair that tickled her face, scented a slight hint of floral.
Sevika pressed her lips direct onto his shoulder blade, which were surprisingly narrow enough to the gal whose preferences lingered in soft, delicate females which she could handle with less irritation and were easy on the eyes. Although today— she was diversifying her pallet. A scrawny, angular boy with bright eyes and a both feminine and masculine ambience. His body is lengthy and his waist was thin and enticing. Her hands wandered farther and farther exploring flushed skin. Sevika lessened her gaze on the other’s neck and grasped his chin with her heavy materialistic arm.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here?” She muttered hoarse whilst tilting the males face left to right as to inspect his androgynous features that weren’t covered. He giggled it off and dashed eyes toward the ground.
Keeping social terms neutral, Sevika didn’t ask for a name nor give out her own. Everything past the date of day was to be forgotten. The brothel was the place of forgetting and letting go of what you succumb. Essentially all that she had came for. Though she *was* curious of the state of how the male landed in the occupation of a sex worker and selling himself for more than just a few coins; she didn’t prod. especially over her own problems needed resolution. She didn’t come for the release of just anything. She came from the overbearing feel of who she was and weight of second handling. To be seen as a forceful brute and a extra set of hands.
Easing back into the couch, Sevika brushes a thumb over the males distinct mask of white with a purple lines near a sigil on the glabella. “Strip.” She pushes the boy on the shoulder, indicating to move up. A grin splits on the male as he emits another sound of a giggle before leaning over and grabbing the cigarette holder which contained the bright glow of Shimmer.
“Gladly.” He purrs as he handles the item in his possession with two hands and beckons to place it inside Sevika’s lips. Sevika slowly inhales the contents, the sound rumbling low as she pulls off and blows directly in the other’s face and removes it from his hands. He removes himself sluggishly and stands directed at Sevika’s slouched position.
Each exchange in eye contact grew thicker and thicker as layers grew scarce, the work of removal was hesitant as Sevika started to feel a twitch of restiveness for the longing of a rememberable body against her own. The company she had anticipated was booked off to another client which left a bad taste on her tongue. To come back with an unresolved libido is a blunder to which she chose the smallest worker she could and bit her tongue. She has a lot of self discovery to initiate in the first place— the opening wasn’t ideal but it won’t be lost.
Chest bare and the slightest notice of heaving, the boy was extracted from his clothing and turned around himself. Sevika held back a scoff and looked him up and down as to bring back the last reminiscence of being with the opposite gender, though she couldn’t back down from her own craving that clawed in her throat to make the boy scream and stutter.
“Look.. at.. you.” She enunciated the words as she leaned forward placing a elbow to her knee as she took another drag. Sevika motioned for him to arrive closer “Promise you won’t break, beautiful.”
He stepped slow; everything just felt slow in the atmosphere as the arrival of bliss drew in closer and closer. The aching in her head was reeling back as she ran her tongue over her full lips. A sensation of tranquil warmed her skin as the boy guided her hands to rest on his airy frame. But all good things come to a sudden stop— especially Sevika’s own things.
The ground slightly trembled, the music was abruptly caught and the establishment might have tilted in a direction of alert. Not that Sevika was in a cautiously optimistic; the sound of metal clanking and a set of heavy boots made way from the hallways echoed stretch. The sound of loud conversation made Sevika hold out on pulling the male in her lap and doing him over. The sounds approached rapidly as audible drapes moved and dangles of beaded doorways shifted. This is where the worry settled in the female, though not the male. He was dragging his own hands over and forth between his thighs and chest. The gesture amused Sevika to almost forget of the anticipating of something *big* approaching. Her sight lessened on the open arch of the room and back towards the boy and pulled his hands away before he got to himself.
The reoccuring noise drew closer than before and time was cut short as a protruding noise of alert made Sevika groan as her main course sputtered to the side and whipped his head around to the visitor. The said visitor was Babette, the owner of the Brothel who stood short and stubby— except that wasn’t the stumbling block. Next to the frigid woman was a big, built presumably female. She stood with her chest puffed and her stance bared ambiguity. The woman barely fit into the low ceiling entrance compared to the owner who she tripled in size unremarkably. Her hair was a figure of grey with lighter strands near her crown. Face stowed fierce eyes and a stern look that etched into her war stricken scars all littered throughout her skin. Her attire was prestigious and bold whilst striking. Red filtered the metal material of silver around her accentuated waistline that was impressively deep in comparison to her sinewy body.
“Mrs. Medarda, I would appreciate nothing more than to incline you the service of my very-“ Babette attempted at reassurance before the woman loitered longer than she had with any other room in the building. She seemed stuck on something, Sevika followed her glance up to the face of revelation. The same male she had paraded bare was starring deep into the eyes of the intruder. The Medarda female sneers in disbelief as she examines the boy then the female, Sevika, idly.
“Gusty child,” she cooes calm as she crosses her arms around and peers around the room before exclaiming, “Have you forgotten who owns you?” Her voice was naturally dominative; her burst of emotion made even almost Sevika flustered. The boys gaze flickers as he comprehends the sudden change in demeanor. He wasn’t exactly expecting the looming presence of the woman; Sevika presumed, her wide eyes dash between the interaction. Babette softly huffs and throws her hands in a “I’ve tried..” and excuses herself quick.
“I..” The boy musters out only a singular sound before looking down in fright. Who was “Mrs. Medarda” to the guy that was momentarily being bought off to Sevika? Why was she here in such a hurry for a singular male who was *quite* apprehended in the moment? The questions stirred Sevika’s brain as she waited for a cue in action.
The barding height of the woman already threw off a sense of unease but the exposure of her voice equalized her anger. “Speak now or I’ll give you something to say.” Stern orders from Medarda cause the boy to pucker up and scramble for a robe that was draped onto the table.
“I lost track of time, forgive me.” His voice cracks and fluctuates as red blossoms over his ears. Apparently she wasn’t feeling remorseful and steps in rush towards the male. Sevika normally wouldn’t mind the theatrics of the sort though the particular day was gruesome and her laboring days hammered onto her shoulders and back consistently; she wasn’t ready to walk away empty handed and unresolved.
Sevika meets the woman in the middle, shoots out a arm in defense against the arrival of disaster. Her unoccupied arm holding the cigarette holder releases and drops down the Shimmer onto the table. A pause of placing red in front of bull occurs for merely a moment.
“Woah there. Do you know how much a last minute solicit fee cost around here?” Sevika chuckles and shakes her head in denial. “I mean with— *no* respect do, back off.”
The woman in question only spared a eye onto Sevika as her stance grew steep and her back was strengthened as she stood back up to level out what the other’s intentions were. Sevika could almost see the cogwheels turning about in the woman’s head as her glance trained down lower. When she seemed done scooping the individual, the woman grinned and locked steady eye contact to the opposing stance between her and the boy.
“And, pray tell darling, who must you be?” The Medarda challenged as she glared daggers into Sevika’s rooted ground, eyebrow raised stark. The boy was now less concerned of his own safety than the woman’s own. To intervene a Noxian warlord was a request of perish.
Seeing that her words fell on deaf ears, Medarda continued. “I for one, am Ambessa Medarda. The lasting general of Noxus. Do you hear me well?” The mentioning of her family name should’ve been enough recognition of the feared family of Noxus that showcased bloodlust and merciless resolve. Though Sevika played the role of clueless, to get a kick of reaction and maybe deter altogether.
“Not quite. I’ve never heard of the last name Medarda, honest.” Sevika dropped her arms and huffed, “Nor do I care. Now, If you’re done with your flashy introduction you can see yourself.. out the door.” Sevika swiveled on her feet and pushed backwards the boy to maybe forget the ruined moment or make amends to continue off free; of course she had forgotten whom she was speaking with.
Shortly after pushing the male backwards a firm grasp is placed down on her shoulder and her body feels a warm sensation press close to her back. Huge roaming hands find their placement on Sevika’s chest, waist and abdomen. “What are yo–“ words cut short as lips pressed onto her ear and trapezius right beneath. Breathing deep, chest closer by the second.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to make amends for me, sweet.” *Ambessa* said throaty and you could hear the sinister smile of mirth. Sevika inhaled sharp as to reestablish her own ground and to remind herself what she’s in for. The thought crossed her mind of delivering a harsh elbow to the woman’s stalking face but her body was emitting experimented chemicals and her relaxation was thrown off scale. She found herself stuck in the same spot unmoved, what was going on? What does she one do with so much pent up lust that each opening left her high and dry?
Sevika pushed back in futile whilst bringing her hand up to Ambessa’s busy head, holding it closer. “What am I in for?” She said breathless from the wind tossed out of her as the woman grasped her breast and brushed a thumb over her perked nipples.
Ambessa scoffed and laughed a, “You’ll see.” Her words meant little though her actions were bold and provocative. Each action enticed Sevika to redraw her statement of dainty females and smaller size. The major prodding in her back was woman’s fruitful chest that clashed against Sevika’s rushed body. Everything was faster, much more of Sevika’s tempo.
Ambessa turned Sevika back towards her direction and looked at the alluring plump of her lips. A flicker of seduction pasted to something more of hunger and craving. Ambessa cupped the woman’s face and pressed her red against black. The taste of shimmer dragged over her tongue as she lapped for entrance at Sevika’s teeth. Opening her mouth, searched for more want and more needs. The two instinctively fought in dominance inside the warm heat of one another’s jaw. The kiss turned rapid in less than seconds and the flush of blood rushed throughout Sevika’s arms. Out of rhythm, loud sounds of wet exchange had clothes feel useless.
Ambessa is who pulls off first, a string of saliva emanating in result as she notices the red markings of lipstick carried over Sevika’s own lips. The boy is long gone and had alerted the presence of the two back towards his employer; Babette, who which turns the corner in unforseen circumstances and feels lost for words. Luckily Ambessa beats her to it, “Now that you’ve mentioned it, I’m quite fine without Miguel. Excuse us will you.” She declares but her eyes near left the woman’s face.
Babette feels her jaw slack in attempt of making out what could’ve when down before current state of events. In the meanwhile, Sevika’s forearms are folded behind her and she’s escorted like a detained prisoner out of the Brothel, none of which led up to what made sense of leaving between the arms of a brute force such of the general— but Sevika doesn’t mind.