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phedredelaunayIt had been a slow couple of days for Phedre, and really everyone else; there was an ice storm, and though the brothel might have been cozy, getting there was not. So she was pleasantly surprised when she was told that a patron was coming back for her. Someone new, but someone who knew what she was and what she could offer.
She was wearing a blood red transparent chiffon robe with black underthings underneath, including stockings and garters. And sitting on the bed when the door opened. It was her favorite room in the place - a large bed with posts perfect for tying someone up, and a chest at the foot of the bed full of every implement one could imagine.
She looked surprised when the door opened and she recognized him. The fae who had been singing to Alcuin. But she schooled her expression and smiled. "Hello," she said. "I'm Phedre."
She was wearing a blood red transparent chiffon robe with black underthings underneath, including stockings and garters. And sitting on the bed when the door opened. It was her favorite room in the place - a large bed with posts perfect for tying someone up, and a chest at the foot of the bed full of every implement one could imagine.
She looked surprised when the door opened and she recognized him. The fae who had been singing to Alcuin. But she schooled her expression and smiled. "Hello," she said. "I'm Phedre."