Post by нαℓƒ~мσση on Jun 12, 2014 18:53:08 GMT -5
Title: The House of Pleasures
Club: Game of Thrones
Status: Open
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King's Landing was always a busy place. The city was a stinking mess, with people crowded on the streets like rats and dogs running about their feet, begging for scraps. The castle was the best place to be, because otherwise, King's Landing was not a beautiful place. Somewhere close by the castle, a lone building stood. It wasn't beautiful and it didn't stick out, but there were always people going in and out. The owner of it, Madame Constantine, was a burly woman with sun-darkened skin and thick black hair that she kept twisted up on her head. She had a loud voice and a boisterous personality. The men of King's Landing knew her well- after all, her brothel was the most popular for guards and soldiers of the King's army.
A young red-headed woman was seated outside of the building, her brown doe eyes soft and warm. In one hand, she held a mug of ale, of which she would take an occasional swig, "Come one, come all! Y'all know that Madame Constantine makes the best all o' all o' King's Landin'!" she called, laughing and waving to another girl, who was peeking out of one of the windows.
"It's a nice ole place to rest ya feet and have a drink!" The woman winked at a group of scruffy, unshaven fellows and swirled the ale in her cup. This was her job, to draw in the customers.
Club: Game of Thrones
Status: Open
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King's Landing was always a busy place. The city was a stinking mess, with people crowded on the streets like rats and dogs running about their feet, begging for scraps. The castle was the best place to be, because otherwise, King's Landing was not a beautiful place. Somewhere close by the castle, a lone building stood. It wasn't beautiful and it didn't stick out, but there were always people going in and out. The owner of it, Madame Constantine, was a burly woman with sun-darkened skin and thick black hair that she kept twisted up on her head. She had a loud voice and a boisterous personality. The men of King's Landing knew her well- after all, her brothel was the most popular for guards and soldiers of the King's army.
A young red-headed woman was seated outside of the building, her brown doe eyes soft and warm. In one hand, she held a mug of ale, of which she would take an occasional swig, "Come one, come all! Y'all know that Madame Constantine makes the best all o' all o' King's Landin'!" she called, laughing and waving to another girl, who was peeking out of one of the windows.
"It's a nice ole place to rest ya feet and have a drink!" The woman winked at a group of scruffy, unshaven fellows and swirled the ale in her cup. This was her job, to draw in the customers.
