Imprints in Stone [AU]

[Bethany]

"Braoinín au bliain," Bethany snarls right before slapping a handful of painfully cold mist and slush into the woman's ass.

[GamesMaster]

She shrieks -- and to Don's credit, that brings the catfolk into the room. He has the woman off Bethany in two seconds flat, snarling and clawing until he's subdued her on the floor. "You okay?" he asks, looking up, claws out and ready. 

[Bethany]

Bethany nods, not bothering to cover herself in her annoyance. "Started choking me!" she snarls herself. "What the fuck lady?"

[GamesMaster]

"The fuck?!" echos Don. 

"She's a whore," snarls the woman, muffled by the floor. 

"And you're banned." He gets up, moving to the woman's clothing and rifling through until he finds her coin purse. "And I'll just help myself to the five silver fuck-you fee while I'm at it," he says, emptying the pouch. 

"Goddamn you!" The woman lunges at Don, face purpling with rage. 

[Bethany]

Bethany is a sweet girl. Gentle, romantic, giving and kind. She's also a fucking Hawke.

Three minutes later, Don sticks his head back in the room to see Bethany still twisting and mangling the sizable locke of red hair she's claimed as her own 'fuck you fee.'

[GamesMaster]

He offers her the steaming cup as something between an apology and a tribute. "Brought you some tea. You doing okay?"

[Bethany]

Thankfully, she's removed the strap-on and slip a robe on, though she evidently forgot to belt it. "Thanks. And yeah, it... it was mostly just the surprise of it. I wasn't expecting..." Taking the tea, she cups her hands around it, frowning.

[GamesMaster]

"You shouldn't let them..." begins Don, but he trails off. What sort of things are off limits for whores?

He rubs the back of his head. "You remind me of my sister, sometimes," he says, bluntly. "I see why Carver was all... Carver." He gestures in the air with one hand, suggesting at Carver's... enthusiasm. 

[Bethany]

"...go ahead and add it to my okay list," Bethany says quietly. "But ask them about it and... ask Bri how much extra it should cost." She sips her tea, not looking at him. "...don't tell Carver? Please?" she whispers.

[GamesMaster]

Don starts. She... liked it?! "Uh. Yeah, sure, no problem. And nothing that happens here gets back to Carver, promise." He'd have an absolute fit.

"Anyway, are you okay for the next client or should I tell her to take a lap around the block first?"

[Bethany]

Bethany takes another sip of her tea. Gods yes. But around Nyra, thanks. "No. No, I'm... fine. Just... make sure you ask about the... choking thing so you can warn me. I... I need to be warned about that sort of thing. Any kinks really. I... I can handle it," she says quickly. "Just... need a head's up."

[GamesMaster]

Brave. "Alright, I'll let Bri know. You take care of yourself. Remember, I'm right outside."

Thankfully, the next client is fairly ordinary. The one after that takes one look at her, shakes her head, and walks out, asking for another whore. Which, on top of being ouch, also leaves her with a gap in her schedule.

"So," says Don awkwardly, standing in the doorway. "I can give her Elle and give you her client, but that's a man looking for... apparently blood play? Which Elle tells me doesn't involve penetration. Or I can give you Sue's client, who is into something called watersports. Or I can give you a break and make her wait."

[Bethany]

Make the bitch wait, Bethany thinks sourly. No, I can't afford to skip clients. "Bloodplay is... no. I can't handle that much pain and if I had to cut someone I'd vomit. So... I guess...  Do we have a bathtub or..?" Playing swimming games is... weird but a hells of a lot better than... any of the other stuff. Unless they try to dunk and drown me. I [/i[will stab a bitch in the throat if that happens again tonight.

[GamesMaster]

"I'll-- I'll ask Sue for whatever she was going to use for that. Alright. Back in a few." Don pulls back out of the room, leaving her to think.

After a few minutes, he comes back with a tarp -- and a very sheepish look on his face. "Are you sure you can...?"

[Bethany]

"I can't see how getting wet- or getting someone wet- is going to be anywhere as bad as being choked," Bethany says with a groan. "I can't just skip, now can I?"