(1310-10-04) Belladonna and Gregoire meeting for the first time
Summary: Belladonna is serving drinks, as novices generally do, and happens to meet Gregoire as she does.
RL Date: Thu Oct 04, 1310
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belladonna gregoire 

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 cool and stormy day this Autumn in Marsilikos and once again Belladonna is tending to those in the salon, making sure that their drinks are freshed and not need anything else with a ghost of a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. Other novices are about as well doing much the same thing though perhaps with more genuine smiles than that of the newly arrived from Kusheth as the patrons, adepts and a courtesans present are all made sure they are provided with either refreshments or company.

Gregoire arrives at the salon, giving his cloak to one of the novices at the door. Then he makes his way into the room, giving a glance at the courtesans there. While the cloak kept him mostly dry, there's a bit of dampness to his reddish brown locks. He reaches up to sweep some of it away. Even in a doublet the power of Camael's scion is clear.

Belladonna finishes giving off the drinks upon her serving platter when she notices Gregoire and begins to make her way towards him, the power of Kushiel's scion echoing off of herself even in her conservative loosely fitting gown that when from her neck all the way to her wrist and ankles, truly only hinting at what may lay underneathe. A soft smile that doesn't reach her eyes is offered as she offers, "Good day my lord. Might I get you a refreshing beverage or offer to go and fetch if you are seeking someone specific?" She was newly arrived from Kusheth and her debut was in a little over a month.

Gregoire turns as he's approached, his piercing blue eyes giving an appreciative look at the stunning beauty walking towards him. He gives a bow, "Actually, something warm…perhaps cider would be excellent. If not, then a glass of red wine." He does admit to the young lady, "This is my first foray to a major city. I'm afraid we didn't have much of a Night Court in the small barony where I grew up."

"I can get some warm cider for us easily," and Belladonna moves to grab them both a warmed cider and as she walks back she says, "I am Belladonna Charlot nĂ³ Rose Sauvage, a newly arrived novice to this salon and my Debut is in about a month and a week from now. I am still deciding upon what to do for it. And I can attempt to answer your questions. Where is it you would like to sit?" Her hand gesturing to a few empty seating areas as she studies him.

"Gregoire Basilisque de Baphinol," the Baron de Monteaux introduces himself to Belladonna, "Thank you…" He takes the glass of warm cider from her and then admits to her, "When I was much younger, I accompanied my mother to Elua to bring my sister to the Mont. My mother was Eglantine and felt it was important for the youngest of us to serve Namaah." He does admit to her, "However, the set up here in Marsilikos seems a bit different than that city." He gives a rueful smile, "Forgive me, it's been at least some time. I was barely the age of majority and considering I was visiting with family, I only saw on the outside looking in."

Belladonna offers a nod as she says, "Pleasure to make your acquaintance Baron. And I am sure it is a good bit different in such circumstances. And there is nothing you need apologize for. I am newly arrived to Marsilikos from Kusheth. WHat is it that brings you to the city?" She attempts to guide him over to some comfortable seating, once selected, she takes a seat in one of the plush chairs and holds the cider in her hands.

"I was recently married to Louna Jeanette de Baphinol," Gregoire explains, allowing her to direct him to the couches. He sits down and admits to her, "This visit to the city is mainly to introduce me to her extended family." He gives a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, "And she prefers the city to the country estate." Clearly the baron prefers their residence in the country by the expression on his face.

Belladonna ahs briefly and says, "It is always good to step outside of ones comfort zone and test their true grit. Though I wonder, would you want to seek the time of one of the Night Court?" Her dark eyes studying over him, perhaps trying to ready any hints though soon they return to his eyes once more.

"I'm not sure," Gregoire admits to her, "I do admit that my…" He is reluctant to use this word, "Obsession with my wife could use a bit…" He tries to make this sound not too bad, "Diluted." He takes a sip of his cider, "A distraction would be nice."

Belladonna offers a nod as she says, "I see, then perhaps you may come to my debut and bid to win it. Though I am uncertain what sort of distraction you seek. Do you find you are in need of receiving pain? giving it? taking innocence? What is the itch that you need to be scratched."

"I open my arms to all that Namaah has to offer, "Gregoire tells her with a smile, "Even the thorns of a rose." He does have to admit to her, "I am not much into humiliation or being treated badly, but sharp play is definitely within my boundaries." He gives a half bow, since they are sitting, as he remarks on her debut, "I would be honored to attend."

Belladonna ahs as she says, "You are a fan of the flechette than. That is not one of my preferred instrutments but I am working upon becoming better with such. And I do look forward to your attendance. I am still deciding upon just what to do for it but I am sure I will think up something memorable. And I can adjust to cater to each patron who chooses me after my debut or wins it to be sure it is enjoyable for us both. I intend to got over indepth as to limits and preferences. And I will never forget a single detail. I am very meticulous about such things."

"I do not wish to be cut deep, just a scratch and the feel of a blade against my skin," Gregoire clarifies for her to make sure she knows the difference, "The sting of a crop or whip is also enjoyable under the right circumstances." He gives a deep smile and admits to her, "But what I love above all things is to be restrained by rope. Being bound I find to be rather stimulating." He gives a nod at her attention to detail, "Yes, I find the details are rather important. It allows for one to adjust without putting undue strain."

Belladonna grins at his words briefly, it even echoes in her eyes as she says, "Then I do encourage you to bid at my debut. You won't be disappointed. That I can promise." Her fingertip then tracing along the rim of the glass of untouched warmed cider, watching to see how low his may be and offers hers to him should it be in need of a refill.

Gregoire is only partially through his glass since he's been talking more than he's been drinking. He gives a deep smile and looks at her with an appreciative gaze, "Oh I don't think I would be disappointed." He makes sure that she knows, "I have the utmost confidence in the salon to properly train their staff." He shakes his head and admits to her, "My mother instilled a great respect for the Night Court."

Belladonna offers a nod as she says, "I am glad you not think such and I take all of my training quite seriously. And I am grateful for your mothers. Though as I speak of lessons I fear I need to excuse myself and head upon my up coming one. But it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance Baron. Do you have any questions before I take my leave?"

"No, not at all. Thank you for the drink," Gregoire will stand up as she does, "I appreciate your invitation." He then hands off his glass to another novice, does a bit of circulating around the room. However, none of the other Thorns seem to draw him the way the young novice did. He leaves shortly afterwards.

Gregoire leaves, heading towards the Court de Nuit [O].

Gregoire has left.

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