Thread: The Manor (Mr. Quixotic & Malicious Lullaby)

RE The Manor Mr. QuixoticMalicious Lullaby Upon arriving at the Manor, their limo parked and Stephanie and Harper exited the lush expanse of the car. They walked up the steps of the large estate and Harper felt her nerves start to get the best of her as she wondered what exactly lay behind those grand and opulent doors. Name? Serafina. Invitation? What, dont you think my breasts look just absolutely divine in this dress? There was a pause and a faltering from the man behind the door, his gaze lowered through the hole in the door to stare at the massive cleavage that Stephanie showed from her dress. Clearing his throat, he spoke, Invitation. More like he enunciated the hell out of that word. Stephanie rolled her eyes and produced the invitation from her clutch and passed it through to him. No more questions and the doors opened for them both. Stephanie was quite accustomed to the place since she was a regular employee, employed by the Madame in charge of the women who was henceforth employed by the mysterious owner. Harper on the other hand felt like she was having an out of body experience, never had she seen such a beautiful space. Her jaw dropped and when her roommate glanced at her, she felt her jaw being pushed back up. No drooling. Youre a lady of the night tonight. You must act like you own every space you walk into with every step you take. Easy for you to say, you do this on a regular basis. True. But so do you just for tonight and they dont need to know otherwise. By the time they had arrived, there was a hall of people, both men and women dressed so magnanimously and their identities hidden behind ornate masks they wore. Duty called for Stephanie and she had to leave Harper. Dont give your real name. Tonight, youre not Harper, so enjoy yourself. Its just one night and you will be paid handsomely. Stephanie smiled. Enjoy. Bye, Serafina . Harper drawled, a smile playing onto her face. Stephanie disappeared and Harper was left on her own, although mostly she was trying to figure out what name she should use, what her name should be. She took a flute of champagne off a passing waiter carrying a tray of them and sipped on it like it was water and she was dying of thirst. Harper could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she was left alone in a party trying to let go of herself for the night and find a way to have fun. The more she drank, the easier she found it to let go, like the champagne was liquid courage. The part was in full swing now. Dance music played from a live band and she saw men and women dancing. There were so many men and so many women, like an equal share to tempt their wages burning in their pockets of riches. She noticed many cast glances her way but she pretended to seem disinterested and it mostly discouraged them from coming near her. But some didnt get discouraged and she saw a couple of men in tailored tuxedos make their way to her. She had just started on her third flute of champagne and was watching them intently until they stood directly before her. They were handsome from what she could tell, both dressed immaculately in their black tuxedos. One wore it in a traditional way with a white button down and the other wore all black. They were devilishly handsome even wearing masks and she could tell they were a bit older than her by the slight peppered color to their hair in some angles. They were men of money that kept themselves well in shape because they could. Their eyes bore into her own and she felt her nervousness come back to full swing. What is your name? The one wearing all black asked. Shit, they wanted to know her name and she remembered what Stephanie said. U-Um I dont think shes had nearly enough to drink if she cant remember her name. The one wearing the white button down spoke but he was being obviously sarcastic in his dry humor. Her cheeks turned red and she blushed softly, hastily taking a very generous gulp of her drink. Izabel. She said softly. My name is Izabel. Full, toothy grins appeared on their faces. Each man took her hand to kiss the back of it and they engaged her in polite conversation. It was clear, even to her that they were interested in a chance with her that night, seeming very capable of being able to tempt her with their riches. She was tempted but she knew herself all too well and she wasnt the kind of girl to trade sex for money, no matter how destitute she was. It was strange, being desired by other men that were not her boyfriend. It wasnt something she was used to but oddly enoughand while it was something she would never want to admit out loudshe liked it. She liked that these men wanted her even if she would not give into them. Their conversation was soon cut short when she learned all that champagne directed quickly to her bladder, giving her this desperate need to use the bathroom. Harper managed to escape and found solace in a bathroom. When she left, after making sure her hair was fine and her dress was fine and that even her mask was still in place on her face, she returned back to the ball. She didnt go looking for the two men and the night was still young. Feeling like she needed another drink, something a little bit stronger than champagne, Harper went to the bar and requested a glass of chardonnay. She leaned her frame against it and sipped her drink, watching everyone. It screamed of sex, music and a chance for an escape for the night. Such a tempting thing being a lady of the nightAnd she liked it.