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<blockquote data-quote="Queenie" data-source="post: 7009379" data-attributes="member: 8058"><p>[ATTACH]80698[/ATTACH]</p><p></p><p></p><p>Lorelei padded around her room, her pink floral silk robe open and barely clinging to her curvy body as she moved mindlessly around preparing for her evening. She could hear the din of the crowd growing downstairs as she applied her exotic makeup and fixed her long auburn hair into piles of curls upon her head. </p><p></p><p></p><p>Absalom already had his prey for the evening so the Rose would have more customers than usual, at least that was the normal routine under these circumstances. While it personally gave her a reprieve, she never preferred for anyone else to bare the brunt of his ire. This vexed her and was on her mind, causing her to be distracted in her preparations. </p><p></p><p></p><p>She looked around her large room, carefully arranged just so, draped in colorful fabrics to hide anything unseemly, unusual shiny and glittery objects lined her shelves, art hung on the walls, exotic lanterns hung from the ceiling. Her bed had a frame with four posters, sheer panels hung from each, giving an ethereal quality from the place she spent a good portion of her time. There were silk sheets on the mattress, even if they did have multiple wear spots mended and mended again, and there were stacks of fluffy pillows layered on top. It was a comfortable place to lay her head, no doubt.</p><p></p><p></p><p>All of what she had was gifts given by patrons, some were payment for her services, some were just gifts of gratitude from repeat customers. She’d even have some customers from other more “affluent” Sectors of the City (if you could call them that) come visit her but Absalom seemed to be putting a stop to that as quickly as he could.</p><p></p><p></p><p>She knew these were the last remnants of objects like this anywhere in The City and men, and women, paid very good money to get in this room for a reason. Still, that reason did not hang on the walls or from the ceiling or cover the bed. It padded around unhappily getting ready and that just wouldn’t do. Not for the show. </p><p></p><p></p><p>Lorelei guessed she had more luxuries than any other person in Sector 5, yet none of it pleased her. It didn’t make her glad or joyful and she would give it all away if she didn’t need it to do this job she had been damned to do, this prison she was kept in by the very man who promised her he would get her out. Yet she would rather be tortured by an Ordinator like him and die 100 painful deaths than take him up on that offer. She couldn’t get out… not yet… not just yet.</p><p></p><p></p><p>She shook her head and cleared her blue eyes. It didn’t do to dwell on it. </p><p></p><p></p><p>She went to her closet and chose a costume for the evening. It was hot already and once the Rose filled with people it would become sweaty and more than uncomfortable – stifling is more like it. She chose a skimpy, beaded, belly baring emerald two piece outfit. She’d likely lose half of it anyway, especially with Absalom not stopping by. Who knew how the night would go? If she found the right partner before then, it wouldn’t be necessary to do the whole show and dance… </p><p></p><p></p><p>Once she was dressed she looked at herself in the mirror and stared at her face, her full lips formed a ruby pout, her porcelain skin perfect like a dolls, and those blue eyes like what she imagined the thing called an ocean must have looked like once before the darkness overtook them. </p><p></p><p></p><p>Before she became… this… she’d been a well-educated child and had read many books, she knew what the world had been like. She had dreams of finding that beautiful, perfect, colorful world that once existed, that place where hope was born and lived always. She still dreamed of sapphire oceans and white cloud filled skies, emerald grasses and leaf filled trees, rosy, red birds and pink fragrant flowers, buttery butterflies and a bright brilliant yellow sun, and that thing called a rainbow, that glorious, miraculous mixture of all the colors together. </p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD">“It must be like that still, somewhere,” </span>she said out loud to herself, <span style="color: #DDA0DD">“And that ocean, and I will see it one day.”</span> The thought finally brought a smile of hope to her own face. </p><p></p><p></p><p>She took herself and that smile and carried it out the door, down the hallway past the other rooms and the sensual noises emanating from those rooms, down the well worn stairs and finally to a hallway right off the main room. </p><p></p><p></p><p>She waited until Rashimi announced her and took to the stage. She joined the other musicians who had already been playing for some time, coming out to dance and sing just one song for now. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">There's a song that's inside of my soul</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I'm awake in the infinite cold</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">But You sing to me over and over and over again</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">So I lay my head back down</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">And I lift my hands</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">and pray to be only Yours</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I pray to be only Yours</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I know now you're my only Hope</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">Sing to me the song of the stars</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">Of Your galaxy dancing </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">and laughing</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">and laughing again</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">When it feels like my dreams are so far</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">So I lay my head back down</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">And I lift my hands and pray</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">To be only yours</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I pray to be only yours</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I know now you're my only Hope</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I give You my destiny</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I'm giving You all of me</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I want Your symphony</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">Singing in all that I am</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">At the top of my lungs </span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I'm giving it back</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px"></span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">So I lay my head back down</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">And I lift my hands and pray</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">To be only yours</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I pray to be only yours</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I pray to be only yours</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"><em><span style="font-size: 9px">I know now you're my only Hope</span></em></span></p><p><span style="color: #DDA0DD"></span></p><p></p><p></p><p>She finished and bowed and made her way to the bar, not too easily as she had to stop and greet and converse with many a customer and hopeful client along the way. Finally at the bar she made herself a wine and waited for Rashimi to join her, to go over the schedule and gossip for the evening.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Queenie, post: 7009379, member: 8058"] [ATTACH=CONFIG]80698._xfImport[/ATTACH] Lorelei padded around her room, her pink floral silk robe open and barely clinging to her curvy body as she moved mindlessly around preparing for her evening. She could hear the din of the crowd growing downstairs as she applied her exotic makeup and fixed her long auburn hair into piles of curls upon her head. Absalom already had his prey for the evening so the Rose would have more customers than usual, at least that was the normal routine under these circumstances. While it personally gave her a reprieve, she never preferred for anyone else to bare the brunt of his ire. This vexed her and was on her mind, causing her to be distracted in her preparations. She looked around her large room, carefully arranged just so, draped in colorful fabrics to hide anything unseemly, unusual shiny and glittery objects lined her shelves, art hung on the walls, exotic lanterns hung from the ceiling. Her bed had a frame with four posters, sheer panels hung from each, giving an ethereal quality from the place she spent a good portion of her time. There were silk sheets on the mattress, even if they did have multiple wear spots mended and mended again, and there were stacks of fluffy pillows layered on top. It was a comfortable place to lay her head, no doubt. All of what she had was gifts given by patrons, some were payment for her services, some were just gifts of gratitude from repeat customers. She’d even have some customers from other more “affluent” Sectors of the City (if you could call them that) come visit her but Absalom seemed to be putting a stop to that as quickly as he could. She knew these were the last remnants of objects like this anywhere in The City and men, and women, paid very good money to get in this room for a reason. Still, that reason did not hang on the walls or from the ceiling or cover the bed. It padded around unhappily getting ready and that just wouldn’t do. Not for the show. Lorelei guessed she had more luxuries than any other person in Sector 5, yet none of it pleased her. It didn’t make her glad or joyful and she would give it all away if she didn’t need it to do this job she had been damned to do, this prison she was kept in by the very man who promised her he would get her out. Yet she would rather be tortured by an Ordinator like him and die 100 painful deaths than take him up on that offer. She couldn’t get out… not yet… not just yet. She shook her head and cleared her blue eyes. It didn’t do to dwell on it. She went to her closet and chose a costume for the evening. It was hot already and once the Rose filled with people it would become sweaty and more than uncomfortable – stifling is more like it. She chose a skimpy, beaded, belly baring emerald two piece outfit. She’d likely lose half of it anyway, especially with Absalom not stopping by. Who knew how the night would go? If she found the right partner before then, it wouldn’t be necessary to do the whole show and dance… Once she was dressed she looked at herself in the mirror and stared at her face, her full lips formed a ruby pout, her porcelain skin perfect like a dolls, and those blue eyes like what she imagined the thing called an ocean must have looked like once before the darkness overtook them. Before she became… this… she’d been a well-educated child and had read many books, she knew what the world had been like. She had dreams of finding that beautiful, perfect, colorful world that once existed, that place where hope was born and lived always. She still dreamed of sapphire oceans and white cloud filled skies, emerald grasses and leaf filled trees, rosy, red birds and pink fragrant flowers, buttery butterflies and a bright brilliant yellow sun, and that thing called a rainbow, that glorious, miraculous mixture of all the colors together. [COLOR="#DDA0DD"]“It must be like that still, somewhere,” [/COLOR]she said out loud to herself, [COLOR="#DDA0DD"]“And that ocean, and I will see it one day.”[/COLOR] The thought finally brought a smile of hope to her own face. She took herself and that smile and carried it out the door, down the hallway past the other rooms and the sensual noises emanating from those rooms, down the well worn stairs and finally to a hallway right off the main room. She waited until Rashimi announced her and took to the stage. She joined the other musicians who had already been playing for some time, coming out to dance and sing just one song for now. [COLOR="#DDA0DD"][I][SIZE=1] There's a song that's inside of my soul It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again I'm awake in the infinite cold But You sing to me over and over and over again So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray to be only Yours I pray to be only Yours I know now you're my only Hope Sing to me the song of the stars Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again When it feels like my dreams are so far Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours I pray to be only yours I know now you're my only Hope I give You my destiny I'm giving You all of me I want Your symphony Singing in all that I am At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back So I lay my head back down And I lift my hands and pray To be only yours I pray to be only yours I pray to be only yours I know now you're my only Hope[/SIZE][/I] [/COLOR] She finished and bowed and made her way to the bar, not too easily as she had to stop and greet and converse with many a customer and hopeful client along the way. Finally at the bar she made herself a wine and waited for Rashimi to join her, to go over the schedule and gossip for the evening. [/QUOTE]
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