(1312-05-14) Running a Book
Summary: Cochonnet has a proposition of sorts for the new adept Ysabelet. Warning: A Cochonnet! Read at own risk.
RL Date: Thu May 14, 2020
Related: None
ysabelet cochonnet 

La Glycine - Night Court

The glorious dome of La Glycine rises overhead here, ribs of veiny marble with studs of bronze inset at measured intervals rise to meet at the wide mouth of the oculus above, through which a shaft of light moves over the course of the day, wending its way from one side of the atrium to the other in an insistent caress. The floor is a patterned sequence of white marble squares inlaid with green marble trellis patterns, at the center of each of which is a round golden circle around a stud of glistening emerald. In the middle of the floor, directly underneath the oculus above, is a round pool of rainwater with a high rim for seating and a collection of fish and turtles living inside.

The lofty space is open with a pair of giant bronze doors leading to the courtyard to the south, and the north wall is largely taken up with the descent of a massive stairwell which provides a dramatic route of entry down into the atrium from the Northern Wing and beyond. The Eastern and Western walls each sport two smaller archways; both the eastern archways lead into the Baths, while the two to the west grant access to the Gambling Hall and Hall of Oddities.

Furnishings are strictly at an ad-hoc basis, temporary for the need, but may occasionally include furnishings hung from the studs in the great domed ceiling.

It is an wonderful spring morning, unusually cool for the season, and it finds Ysabelet lounging in the entrance hall of La Glycine. There have been some changes in her attire, a more daring dip at the front to advertise femininity in a not too risqué manner, after all she now has entered service to Naamah fully. Gone is the modest gown, but the cut of her violet dress ensures that all of her back is covered — as no one should show off a marque in progress in public. Or even give a hint of it having started or not. An adept she is, it is an achievement she relishes in, given the glances she gives the novices that are out and about to do chores. Chores, she was to do as well, a little less than a week ago. Blonde hair has been negligently gathered and pinned into a do, and in her hand is a deck of cards, as if her fingers could not do without the feel or the practice.

Cochonnet bares proudly the orchid between her shoulderblades— and a little more than that, besides. Her waist is cinched tightly over the hips of a pair of blue velvet knickers, clasped in gold just above the knee, her rather muscular calves bared, as are her feet, despite the chill from the marble flooring. And, of course, from mid-rib-cage up, she is free to the air, and her loins are girded with good ol' Big Blue. Maybe not the outfit in which to accost the average novice, but a newly precociously-dressed adept in violet is fair game for a grin from the Sex Clown.

The view of the Orchis Second certainly is a view that prompts Ysabelet to end her leisurely lounging. Spotting skin from the corner of her eye, the adept of Bryony flavor moves to rise — perhaps due to all too recent novice instincts. "Mademoiselle Cochonnet," she greets, lowering herself into a curtsey — a gesture of deference but also expression of newly found pride that comes with her changed status. "I didn't hear you coming." The violet blue dress glides in place about her as she stands, reaching all the way to her ankles. "You look remarkably well today."

Cochonnet holds out a hand in a placating gesture. "As you were, Adept," she grins around the title, making a little meal of it, a congratulation in its own right. She props one foot up on the lounge where Ysa had been reclining, setting her elbow on it and leaning in like a Hellene statue. "Is it that remarkable?" she asks back with a chuckle. "You're looking well, yourself. The service agrees with you, hm?" she appends mirthfully.

"Thank you." A smile touches Ysabelet's features, as she resumes her seat and then drapes herself there in tempting decoration and temptation to any visitor who may be entering the salon at this hour — however unlikely it may be, given it is early still. Her shift in position will allow the adept to raise her blue eyes and regard the Second in that accidentally reverent manner where one looks up and the other looks down to hold the gaze. "I've yet to have my first assignation after the debut," the blonde adept confides softly. "And yet. I can say service agrees with me, yes. Definitely."

"What, not yet?" Coco chides, but only in jest; so soon afterward, one would hardly expect it… and that radiant smile belies any actual taking-to-task. "Well, it won't be long before the minnows come to nibble. And I can't say you haven't laid out the bait rather nicely. Say," she begins the introduction of a whole new topic, but then proceeds to hang it there for a moment while she adjusts her angle of incline, resting both forearms on her uplifted knee and gesturing forward with Big Blue. "I was talking to Rene…" let's call him an NPC Bryony courtesan, OK? "How would you like a go at running a book for me?"

"I do hope to see some of those that attended my debut visiting soon," Ysabelet remarks. "It is often one of the consequences, that others may have taken an interest in me and wish to deepen the acquaintance in a more intimate arrangement." The antics of La Cochonnet bring about a lop-sided smile on the blonde adept's features. "I am trained in Bryony canon, so I am expected to know how to lay out a bait…" The next question comes unexpected and causes Ysabelet to shift into a half-sitting position, and her blue eyes to widen inquiringly. "What do you mean? Me running a book for you?"

"I would hardly be surprised," Coco is amused by the freshly budded Adept's phrasing of the phenomenon. Sweeping back up into a taller stance, she takes her foot down from the lounge and, spinning about, she sets her hind end there instead. "What do you think I mean?" she goads the adept a little bit, curious what the question might have brought to mind for her, leaning back and extending an arm along the back of the lounge to invite the adept up against her.

"Neither would I." Confidence may be a thing this adept is not lacking. Ysabelet's eyes are on Cochonnet as she turns, and that beckoning gesture is noted and followed. When the adept moves to her knees and then edges over so that she indeed can lean her back to that of the Orchis Second and vice versa. Maybe aiming to serve as some sort of backrest or at least bring her lips and ears closer as to exchange words at a lower volume, as she turns her head. "I am wondering whether you are planning a contests of sorts, and you need someone to take the bets and handle them.", Ysabelet muses softly, still kneeling on the chaise-longue even as she is facing away from La Cochonnet.

Cochonnet provides as well a backrest for Ysa as the other way around, and, the tower of concubinage thus perfected, she hears out Ysa's notions of book-keeping and smiles with a lazy, leonine nod of her head. "It's that time of year when the soil is loosened from winter's rigidity and the rains come to make the fertile mud," she intones as though from a religious tome. "And where there's mud, there's mud wrestling. Nothing better to celebrate the coming fecundity. Rene usually handles the books on the contest, but he thought it might be nice to hand it to a young up-and-comer this year. He will, of course, be there to supervise and offer help, if you need," not to throw the adept in the deep end without a float.

"Mademoiselle Cochonnet, I can handle the books," Ysabelet is quick to assure. "Mud wrestling," repeating the words has amusement color her tone. "This is more a Jasmine and Orchis thing, but I understand you'll need someone of Bryony training to take care of the numbers. Will you compete?" The question comes without thinking, or perhaps from an awareness of Cochonnet's general disposition. "I mean… If I am to handle the books, I won't be allowed to compete. But I am not much of a wrestler, and would be a poor contestant anyway." What a picture they are, two exquisite flowers of the Night Court, leaning back to back. Someone may already be drawing a quick sketch of the pair. "I'd appreciate if René could come and check, though. Just to make sure."

"I wouldn't miss it," Coco answers, jostling back with a playful shoulder. "But, no, I wouldn't expect you to compete, yourself. We could use a few extra competitors, though. I think this year I'd like to open it up from the outset to those of the nobility who would like to compete. It could draw a lot of extra eyes, you know, in curiosity. Would you also be interested in running recruiting?" she wonders.

"Maybe. I could ask around a little among the new acquaintances I will no doubt make in the coming weeks," Ysabelet suggests with a faintly cheeky grin. "Perhaps, some could be persuaded… Knowing that I will be there to watch as I'll oversee the betting. I can very well imagine a few gentlemen, bare chested, covered in mud… It should be an intriguing view." The lower back provides more support, when her shoulderblades only rest lightly against Cochonnet's back. "Have you already a day and time in mind for the event to happen?"

"Before the month is out, for certain. Next Saturday or the Saturday after," Coco decides. "During the day; it'll be outside, rain or shine. Almost preferable rain," she grins slyly. "Let me know by Wednesday next week whether your combatants are primed for this Saturday and my troupe will be able to arrange it before then. Yes?" she leans forward some, about to stand, but patting encouragingly back onto Ysa's thigh before doing so.

"Oh, but you should use other channels of recruiting as well. Maybe Paris knows some people he could ask," Ysabelet suggests. "And maybe some of the Coquelicot. Some of them should have strong hands and arms, I would think. Consider the salutary effects of a mud bath. Why, they could even advertise this to their patrons, claiming it will be good for their skin." With her leaning against Cochonnet, the slightest shift in the other woman's posture alerts the adept that the Second is about to leave her spot. "Thank you," Ysabelet repeats, turning her head as she slides off the chaiselongue, moving to stand. "I appreciate the opportunity you are offering me here."

Cochonnet stands, as advertised, and turns to face the new Adept. "Of course— what wouldn't we do for our new adepts?" she smiles, reaching to take Ysa's hands and press them a moment before parting again, "Let me know, re: dates!" she calls back as she struts off.

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