Imprints in Stone [AU]

[GamesMaster]

"Nah. You handle it like a champ. It'll relax ya. Ya could do somethin' more if ya wanted..."

[Bethany]

"...maybe after. Best not risk something stronger on my first day," Bethany replies after a slight pause. "But some dee-dubs sounds great right now. Then... I should go get changed." No way I could wear work clothes from home.

[GamesMaster]

Brianne nods, moving to roll a joint and light it. She takes a hit first, closing her eyes halfway to savor it, before offering it to Bethany. "All set, then?"

[Bethany]

"Deeply nervous and worried I might puke on a client but... maybe they'll pay extra for that, right?" Bethany smiles weakly as she takes the joint for a long hit herself. "...thanks for helping me with all of this. I know you're helping yourself out with it, but... still, it means a lot to me."

[GamesMaster]

Brianne reaches out to stroke Beth's cheek. "hey. It's alright. You're a sweet girl, you deserve help."

[Bethany]

Bethany smiles faintly. "Thanks Bri." She takes another drag, holds it a moment, then exhales slowly. "Well.. almost showtime." Nodding, the human girl slips into the small, cramped room set aside for their outfits and make-up. What little most of them bother to use anyway. Steeling herself, she slips off her plain dress, then, after another slight hesitation, her small clothes.

Okay. Showered and... tidied up before coming over so... that's done. Underwear... here we go. Gods these are skimpy. Barely cover my mound and... huh. My butt looks pretty good in these. Kind of big but... nice. No breastband, just slows things down Bri said so... Slipping on a tight red dress with a pair of snaps that will cause it to slip right back off when undone, she takes one last look in the mirror. "Alright... Alright. I'm... ready. Bri will let me know if I need to get costumed up but... I'm ready for general... use."

Wish I'd finished my Astean garb, but guard and Cirenite will have to do for now. Just... have to wait now.

Gods.

[GamesMaster]

All she has to do is wait... and wait... and wait. Shouldn't she have had a client by now?

There's sounds of a scuffle outside her door, in the little hallway -- beyond the entrance they're using. Just as she's getting to the door to peek out, it opens, and Don pokes his head inside. 

"Hey, I'll be guarding the front door," he says, casually. Too casually. 

[Bethany]

"...sweet Astea, what did he do?" Bethany groans. Damnit Carver, we talked about this! Repeatedly! Like just an hour ago!

[GamesMaster]

"He got a little carried away with the whole security thing, it's handled." 

[Bethany]

"Do we need to pay for anything?" she asks tiredly.

[GamesMaster]

"No, but your first client's a no-show." Don pulls his head back. "I'll send the second one in when she gets here."

[Bethany]

Damnit Carver.... "Alright, thank you for... handling it Don. You're a good guy," she calls after him before returning to her waiting. And pacing. And fretting.

[GamesMaster]

The second client comes, cums, and goes -- it's a little awkward, at first, but Bethany sticks to the lessons Ari gave her, and manages to make do. The third even tips her an extra copper for efficient service "without all that weird talk", whatever that means. She's off to a great start, for all her nerves and occasional fumbles. 

Client five is the first one of the night to desire the use of her strap-on, as Don informs her between clients. She turns out to be a lovely redhead, the kind Beth would have assumed could pick up anyone she wanted in a bar. This won't be a hardship, it seems.

The client wants to be on top, "riding that cock until I burst," so they make their way to the bed. Easier and easier, it seems, since Beth won't even have to do all that much, just provide some noises and shifting at the right times. Which is perhaps when she begins to wonder if this wasn't too easy...

Sure enough, they're in the midst of things when the woman leans over Beth, placing one hand to the side of her head (the side not against a wall), her hair falling like a curtain around Beth's face, as she reaches down and clamps her hand against Beth's windpipe. 

[Bethany]

Varric's training kicks in instantly and her hand snaps around to slam into the side of the redhead's temple with an open palm. Not really all that painful to be honest, given her lack of arm strength, but dizzying and distracting. Hopefully enough so that she can spare the seconds needed to cast her tiny ball of freezing slush...

[GamesMaster]

"Shut up and take it, bitch," snarls the woman, loosening her grip only slightly.