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La Rose Sauvage
A huge hearth of black marble, with gargoyles of stone adorning the mantlepiece, governs the foyer of the Salon de la Rose Sauvage, which emanates a certain dark air, the interior design of the more heavy sort, that could easily be encountered in a gentleman's club, especially with the dark cherry wood wainscoting used on the walls. Dark leather upholstery is predominant in the furniture of chaise longues, couches and long-backed chairs that are arranged in a half-circle, leaving space in the center for courtesans (or patrons) to kneel for an inspection. Three tall windows with circular stained-glass insets are framed by dark red curtains of heavy brocade, a few golden threads worked into the fabric catching occasionally the light of flickering oil lamps at the walls. The lamps light a pair of portrait paintings, of the two founders of the salon, Edouard Shahrizai and his cousin Annabelle no Mandrake, resplendent in their dark Kusheline appeal; and a cabinet in a corner, holding a number of quality wines and a flagon of uisghe.%r%rThe foyer has a high ceiling, and a gallery beyond a balustrade of dark teak wood, carved in the shapes of gargoyles. Sometimes a few veiled creatures can be spotted up there, stealing glances at what is going on below; from the gallery, which can be reached by ascending some winding stairs at the back of the foyer. Beside the stairs leading up is a hallway on ground level, leading further into the building to where the offices of the leader of the salon and his two Seconds can be found, along with the two wings of private quarters for roses of Mandrake and Valerian canon.
It is a lovely cool fall night outside in the city and Belladonna is offering a soft smile that doesn't seem to reach her eyes as she sees to making sure all of those currently within have the refreshments they desire, and now in the process of moving to find herself a set upon an empty couch.
Marco picks his way into the Rose Sauvage with an air of familiarity of the place. He surveys the area curiously and his eyes fall to the young woman drawn curiously watching the quiet movements of her recline and repose settled upon the empty couch. His eyes linger on her even as he drifts further inside looking for perhaps someone in particular.
Belladonna gets upon as she sees Marco beginning to enter into the Salon, beginning to move towards him as she says, "Good evening my Lord, I am Belladonna, would you care for a drink or for me to see if someone particular is available to meet with you?" Again that same soft smile given as she awaits he response.
Marco smiles as he considers her. He studies her quietly for a time considering and waiting. He smiles, "Ah… good evening. I don't think I've had the pleasure yet." He admits as he considers her thoughtfully, "And a drink would be excellent. I'm sure I'll recognize someone sooner or later."
Belladonna offers a single nod and inquires, "What would you prefer for your drink red or white wine? Perhaps something a bit stronger?" Pausing momentarily before she start to elaborate upon herself, "I have only recently arrived within the city from Kusheth. And I debut in a little over a month. If you like, I can offer a bit of company while you wait. Perhaps divulge what sort of things you seek." Her hand gesturing for him to sit upon the couch she was sitting upon when he had first entered.
Marco considers that for a moment and he shrugs, "Red wine would be delicious I think tonight. Oh? A new arrival?" He asks and he smiles, "Well that does sound delightful. I would not mind the company of someone new." He drifts over to sit and smiles, "I am Marco de Mereliot."
Belladonna moves away to pour him a fresh glass of red wine and walks over to the couch, offering the wine to him before she sits upon the nearby chair. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Marco, my full name is Belladonna Charlot nó Rose Sauvage," her name said with pride. Her hands moving to rest upon her lap as she inquires, "Which of the Roses to you tend to seek out when you come to visit?"
Marco ahs, "Oh? A Charlot?" He chuckles softly, "Well I tend to be mixed. The Valerian's are always an adorable and enjoyable mix… the Mandrake's have their own appeals and the Alyssum well some are quite fun and terrible to tease and enjoy." He admits and he smiles, "Which were you trained in or a mix?" He asks curiously studying her from up close.
Belladonna smirks at the question as she sits up a bit straighter and responds, "Mandrake, it is the house I was purchased from before coming here and what I favor most. Do you enjoy receiving pain Marco?" A bit of a grin curling her lips as her eyes slightly narrow on him.
Marco ahs and considers that with a thought and he studies her thoughtfully, "Oh? Isn't that something." He says gently and he admits, "I find pain fascinating. Giving it…receiving it. They are both something to be endured and indulged." He suggests softly, "And you?" He asks with a playful amusement, "What do you specialize in??"
Belladonna studies him as he speaks, watching his body language, even as she responds, "Whips, paddles, and knotwork mostly. Though I am a very fast study should someone wish to add something to the contract. I indeed to go over all limits and such of course. Though does this mean you may come to my debut and attempt to win me?"
Marco ahs at that and his tongue presses against his teeth and the roof of his mouth, "Oh? I do enjoy knots and different positions to be worked stretched and exposed. I'd love to see some of your work at some point." He considers, "Well tell me more of what you've trained or look to and I'm sure I will be very intrigued at your debut. We really don't have many Mandrakes particularly a fresh and beautiful one as yourself."
Belladonna grins as she says, "I am still a novice Marco, wouldn't you rather find out first hand on the night of my debut?" She smiles briefly at the compliment and says, "I am studied into all sorts of different kinks, some I am willing to do. But all of that would be discuss with the contract of course."
Marco smiles softly, "Oh? Well finding out is fun but isn't it always fun to have something to anticipate and look forward to hear and learn how one might think or how far they might push." He grins, "Oh? All sorts but what are your favorites what are the limits you start with?"
Belladonna leans over to whisper into his ear with a look of mischife echoing in her eyes and then slowly draws back and carefully watches his reaction with soft smirk.
Marco tilts his head leaning in to listen to the whisper and he raises his brow at that and he smiles slowly, "Oh?" He asks slowly and it's clear his breath exhales slowly, "Mmmm." He leans back whispering his breath warm against her ear eyes lingering along her form as he speaks heatedly into her ear clearly delighting in the image she builds.
Belladonna's clothes only hints at her form and is covering her from the neck all the way down to her ankles. A grin curling her lips as she softly speak back before she draws completely back and says, "The rest of those questions, you have to wait until you win my debut to answer."
Marco lets his eyes follow her each contur with clear amusement and he grins, "Oh? How cruel. Do you have a debut celebration in mind? A demonstration perhaps?" He asks curiously and then he gasps in surprise and no small delight.
Belladonna responds to him, "I am still deciding it. But I am thinking a demonstration yes. I am still discussing ideas with my Dowayne. In fact some of my lessons are coming up shortly. So I fear I have to leave you to be entertained by another novice since I take my studies quite seriously. But it was a pleasure meeting you Marco and I do look forward to seeing you again." She then begins to stand up and make her way for the hallway, glancing over her shoulder before disappearing there.
Marco is left as she rises and disappears away. His eyes following her backside as he goes and he smiles softly, "Hmmm. Oh she's going to be a dangerous one." His eyes twinkle as he grins after her, "I'll have to speak to the Dowayne." He says in bright anticipation.