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90th of Ashan 716

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When the Sun goes Down

90th of Ashan, Arc 716
After Sundown

The sounds of a lute and a drum echoed throughout the ground floor, giving the curvy raven haired beauty that was next to the bar a beat to move to. A handful of clients, all of them male, had gathered around her and watched her seductive dance. Some of them were content to simply watch her for breaks, while others hoped to get to know her more intimately in the course of the night. More people sat at the bar or in one of the comfortable chairs that could be found throughout the room, often in the company of one of the scantily clad women that worked in the brothel. The smell of perfume was heavy in the air and mixed with the smell of alcohol and something more.

Tristan himself had chosen a seat in the very center of the room from where he could watch the bar, the dancer as well as the staircase that led to the rooms where the women met their clients, as if he owned the place and didn’t just visit it more or less regularly. The top buttons of his white silk shirt were undone, his hair was slightly tousled and his cheeks were flushed as if he had just engaged in somewhat questionable activities himself and was still hot and slightly out of breath. A bottle of Venora Red that was already half empty and a glass stood on the table in front of him. A pen was in his right hand, and a notebook that was filled with his elaborate handwriting as well as countless drawings was in his lap.

One of the girls, a curvy little redhead with freckles all over her body, he thought her name was Lucille or maybe Lucia, stood behind his chair and looked over his shoulder, occasionally playing with his hair and giggling as she did so. Another girl, this one with olive skin, curly dark hair and deep brown eyes, had taken a seat on the left armrest so that she could watch what he was doing closely, and a third girl, blonde with big blue eyes, sat in the chair opposite of him, occasionally blushing a little.

The blonde wasn’t quite used to that kind of attention and felt both flattered and a little out of her element at the same time. Usually the men just wanted to go upstairs with her and sleep with her, not draw her. She desperately wanted to see Tristan’s work of art, but every time she dared to ask him about it, he would just shake his head, smile enigmatically and tell her that he would allow her to take a look when it was finished, that he was actually considering making a statue of her because she was so beautiful.
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            Beatrice wandered the streets, taking a nice leisurely stroll through the city after the evening meal, when she strayed into the seedier districts of Andaris city, where the brothel was and other establishments of lust such were. Establishments like these were important to most as they provided both flesh and companionship to those that lacked either but desired both or one or the other. The lass had never been one to visit such a place or require such a service, and could honestly say that she was innocent of such matters.

            However, she knew just enough of what the place was about, and the people that worked and sought a living here, the working girls and their bosses The area outside the brothel brought along a heavy sense of perfume, and she was sure that it would be even more so inside the building. There was sounds of music playing from within, the beats of a drum and strings of the lute and that intrigued her. She didn’t know that music was a part of the brothel as well.

            Stepping through the doors, Beatrice could feel a bevy of eyes fixed onto her, but she ignored them for she was trying to take inasmuch as she could about her surroundings around her right now. This was a totally new experience for her and she was soaking right in. The smell of perfume and booze rose strong in the air, and that was one factor that set her apart from the rest. The lass wore no perfume and smelt of a mixture of the sea, sawdust and wood. A man came up to her, placed an arm on hers and gave her a leery smile.

            “How much?” He croaked. Brushing him off with disgust, Beatrice said. “Buzz off! I’m not for sale.” The man frowned and spat in contempt on the floor near her and uttered "What a waste, such a waste!" and he stumbled away into a group of working girls with cries of shock and surprise. The fact that she got mistaken for a working girl began to made her cheeks flushed, which combined with her tousled hair was certainly not helping her case.

            As she waded towards the middle of the room, Beatrice came across a rather interesting sight. A rather good-looking man with equally tousled hair, and the lass couldn’t tell if his cheeks were flushed as well or if it was just simply the lighting. He had two equally beautiful girls around his side, and one more right in front of him. He was drawing her.

            The man was an artist. Nice. Drawn in by such a sight(she had never seen a live drawing before), Beatrice unknowingly gradually moved until she wasn’t too far away from the man and his women, several paces behind. “Wow, that’s pretty impressive. You’re good.” Beatrice didn’t even realised she had spoken until after she had said it. It was as though the rest of establishment had faded and the only ones left were the artist and his three women.
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                      Tristan swiftly moved his pen across the page in front of him and drew an oval that would later become the woman’s face before he moved on to the neck and the shoulders, occasionally looking up at his model as he did so. No, that didn’t look quite alright, he decided after he had taken a good look at her nose and frowned. The woman in his drawing looked as if she had a potato stuck in the middle of her face. He took an eraser and moved it furiously across the paper, nearly tearing a hole into it as he did so, much to the amusement of the two prostitutes that had decided to watch him.

                      The one with the curly hair that had taken a seat on the arm rest even patted his shoulder as if she wanted to comfort him and tell him that it was alright before she refilled his glass for him and handed it to him. “You always know just what I need”, Tristan remarked gratefully and took a big gulp before he set the glass down again. The wine instantly made him feel better. He took the pen and started drawing again with renewed vigor. This time, he thought, the nose didn’t look quite as much like a vegetable.

                      He was so absorbed in his drawing that he didn’t notice the little commotion that Beatrice had caused with her entrance nor the fact that his two female admirers weren’t paying quite as much attention to him anymore (Lucille had even stopped playing with his hair!). He only put his pen down and raised his head as he heard her voice behind him.

                      “Oh no, I’m not”, he replied as he turned around, raising an eyebrow as he did so. The woman that stood behind him clearly wasn’t a prostitute. After a while the women that worked at the brothel got a certain look in their eyes. She didn’t have it, although she was more than beautiful enough that she could have worked there if she had wanted to.

                      “I’m still learning, but your words are nevertheless appreciated.” He smiled at her before he gestured for her to come closer and take a seat at his table, much to the chagrin of his model who suddenly started fiddling with the neckline of her dress to make it even lower, hoping that that would catch his attention. Unfortunately he was only looking at Beatrice at the moment. There was something about her, about her almond shaped eyes, her lips and the way her hair fell over her shoulders that he found quite fascinating. He couldn’t help but wonder what she would look like on paper or in stone.

                      “Forgive me”, he spoke. The tone of his voice was a little more polite and cultured than what you usually heard from a man in a brothel, but his eyes still shimmered brightly, and there was still a light smile on his face. He had realized that maybe he should have said his name before he invited her to his table, despite the unusual locale and everything, but of course he didn’t introduce himself like most normal nobles would.

                      “I’m Tristan Venora, artist, sculptor and black sheep in training, and I would very much like to know if I would be allowed to try and draw you and what made you visit this establishment. I haven’t seen very many women like you here so far. Most of the female clients are older than you and have a certain look about them.”
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                                Now that she was a lot closer than ever before, Beatrice could really make out the features that she recognised as good-looking before. The young man did indeed have a set of really handsome features such as the way his lightly curled shoulder length dark brown hair contrasted against his pale skin, which only aided in emphasising his intense bright blue eyes.

                                The lack of facial hair on his clean shaven skin only seemed to make him look as though the man himself was carved out of wherever beautiful people came from. The young woman was no doubt as entranced by him as he was her. Most of the men she knew in her life were bearded and big in size, be it in a muscular form or ones edging on the chubby side.

                                His was slim and only slightly muscled which was a far cry from what she was used to. She found herself drawn to him. Attracted by by unseen and unknown force. His husky baritone voice only seems to lend to the effect he had over her, and Beatrice couldn’t help but take a seat as it was offered to her. The man said that he was still learning, but she simply thought that he was simply wanting to appear humble. “Aren’t we all?"

                                She returned his smile with one of hers, the colours of her eyes changing around to suit her mood, subtly shifting from its default sky blue to a deeper ocean blue. A quick glance at the other blonde seated in front him, saw herself trying to reclaim the attention that had been usurped by yours truly, fiddling with her neckline and enlarging her cleavage in an attempt to lure the young man back to her. That elicited a slight smirk from Beatrice as she held on to the man’s attention. A little competition, that's fun. While she may not be what one classifies as a really girly girl, she still knew how to use her wiles and charms to get things her way.

                                She wasn’t a quick learner for nothing, and once she caught his eye, she gave him a wink. Beatrice was finally introduced to his name, and learnt that he was called Tristan and belonged to one of noble houses, Venora. He said he was an artist and a sculptor, which wasn’t too far to what she knew. “Hello Tristan, I'm Beatrice. It’s nice to meet you.”

                                She then extended a hand to shake, her tone warm and velvety like a good helping of melted chocolate. “I would like to consider myself an artisan for now, who knows what the future might bring.” Waving her hand around, her eyes shifted to a golden amber hue as she beamed in delight. “Why, yes, you would be most welcome to draw me. As to why I am here, let’s just say that I was simply looking around. I certainly wasn’t hoping to find someone so interesting like you here.”
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                                          Tristan looked at the offered hand and laughed because Beatrice insisted on being so proper despite being in a location where everything was so wonderfully improper. In the end he took it though and shook it, and he even managed to look like a noble lord while doing so, as if this were some sort of reception in a palace rather than a meeting between two random strangers in a brothel where most of the women wore very little in the way of clothes.

                                          “An artisan?” he asked. “I thought you’d be a singer with that voice of yours. What kind of artisan are you? There are different sorts. Myself, I mostly work with stone. I also write plays for the theatre sometimes. I think my big breakthrough is just around the corner.” The blonde prostitute who had held most of his attention before Beatrice had come in rolled her eyes as she heard that, but she also moved a little to the side so that the Biqaj could sit down next to her She’d come to the decision that the present situation could quite possibly be fun since Beatrice looked as if she’d never been in such a place before.

                                          “Anyway, the dark skinned girl is Lucille”, Tristan continued. He’d come to the decision that it would be rude not to introduce the girls as well, despite their profession. His parents had taught him good manners. Sometimes he remembered that. “The one to my left is … I don’t know, Lily, I think, and the blonde who isn’t sure whether she likes you or not is Anette.” Anette flashed Beatrice a very suggestive smile while Lucille decided to leave her position behind Tristan and take a seat on Beatrice’s other side, momentarily brushing against her as she did so, so that she was squeezed in between the two girls that seemed to have overdone it a little with the perfume and wore dresses that barely deserved the name.

                                          “You find interesting people in the most unexpected places”, Tristan remarked while he finished the drawing of Anette, a little faster than he had initially intended. “I certainly didn’t expect you to come through the door. I’m glad that you did though. I could say something very sappy and potentially lame now, but I think I’ll just ask you whether you’d like something to drink instead. I don’t think I should drink the whole bottle alone, although there is a great likelihood that I could.”

                                          He took the bottle in question and gestured for the woman that stood behind the bar to bring a second glass. While he waited for her to do so, he turned the page in his notebook so that he could start on his drawing of Beatrice that he hoped would turn out better than the previous one. His pen hovered above the empty page for a moment before he put it down again. “What would you like? A portrait or a full body drawing?” he wanted to know. Meanwhile the music reached its climax, and the dancer extended a slender, lightly tanned arm and beckoned one of the men that were gathered around her to join her, in a way that suggested that they might do more than just dance.

                                          “She’s good, isn’t she?” Tristan remarked and let his gaze linger on the dancer for a moment before he focused on Beatrice again. He’d already watched the dancer a couple of times before whereas everything about the Biqaj was new and unfamiliar to him and thus infinitely more interesting.
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                                                    Now that she thought about it, the handshake she offered was kinda funny considering where they were. Beatrice hadn’t realised that until the young man had laughed at her offered hand. Nevertheless hands were shook and greetings were made. As she told him that she was an artisan, he immediately thought of her as a singer.

                                                    “Oh no, I’m not a singer. Not profession wise at least. I’m nowhere near as good at singing to do it for a living. I do sing to myself from time to time though, but it’s nothing worth paying for. I work with wood, woodcarvings mainly. I’m a carver. I also go fishing from time to time, though I’m not really good enough at it, embarrassingly.” The blonde prostitute who had decided to compete for Tristan’s attention earlier must have given up, for she had moved aside, leaving some space for Beatrice herself to sit.

                                                    Taking up the offer, the lass sat down, and soon found herself sandwiched on both sides as the darker skinned girl took the seat on her other side. Tristan introduced her to the two girls, with the blonde one being Anette and the dark-skinned one who sat next to her, Lucille.

                                                    The smell of perfume was overwhelmingly strong as both working ladies seemed to have doused themselves with it. It was rather funny how Beatrice was used to the salty smell of the sea and the fishy smell that came along with seafood, but perfume, no, that was a scent that the lass wasn’t exactly used to, especially in such copious amounts, causing her to sniff several times more than necessary.

                                                    “I agree with you on that. I hadn’t expected myself to walk through that door tonight. I guessed i longed for something new after all. Oh, by all means go ahead, I’m not afraid of any potentially sappy or lame stuff. In fact, I’ll love to hear it. I could always use a drink though.”

                                                    She most certainly could, and as the bottle arrived, she deftly removed the cap, and took a swig, forgoing the glass completely. Beatrice watched as Tristan flipped through his notebook, his pen poised to start with his drawing, he asked the most important question of all. Portrait or Full body? “Well, I’m fine with either! I’m totally cool with a full body drawing.”

                                                    The music then increased in crescendo as it reached its climax and their attentions were briefly diverted to the dancer who was dancing with both grace and gusto. “Yeah, she’s great. I’ve always wanted to learn how to dance. Just something I’ve always thought of wanting to do.” The lass gave the dancer several more glances before her gaze returned to the man.

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                                                              "I don’t believe it", Tristan retorted as Beatrice claimed that she wasn’t good enough to sing for a living. "You have such a pleasant voice. I’m half tempted to challenge you to a song right now, although this is not the kind of place where people normally sing, unless they are …" He broke off and darted a very meaningful glance at the ceiling above which all kinds of slightly questionable and very enjoyable activities likely took place. "Let’s not talk about that right now though. What do you think, girls?"

                                                              He turned back to the prostitutes who seemed to have accepted Beatrice in their middle. Lucille had taken an interest in the Biqaj’s golden hair. She leaned over to her and ran a hand through her locks appreciatively, but as Tristan spoke, she let go and looked at him, giggling as she did so.

                                                              "Could Beatrice become a professional singer?" he wanted to know. It was just then that the new bottle of wine arrived though, so his question remained forever unanswered which was probably for the best since none of the women in the brothel were music experts (although they were of course experts at other things). The bartender, Tristan thought, had misunderstood something. He had just wanted a second glass so that he could share his bottle with Beatrice, now they had two glasses and two bottles though.

                                                              He pondered whether he should point that out, but then decided against it as it seemed as if the immortals wanted them to get slightly drunk this evening – which he was of course completely okay with. He raised an eyebrow as Beatrice drank straight from the bottle, but rather than making a comment about her unladylike behavior as his relatives would likely have done, he smirked and raised his glass in a toast before he too took a swig.

                                                              "Venora Red", he remarked as he set his glass down again. "I always drink Venora Red. Loyalty to my family and so on, you know? I have to admit, it is also quite a delicious sort of wine. Trust me, I’m quite the expert when it comes to alcoholic beverages."

                                                              He fell silent as he started working on the drawing of Beatrice and quickly moved the pen across the paper as he sketched her face. For some reason he found it easier to draw something or create art in general when he didn’t think as much about what he was doing and what could possibly go wrong. As she mentioned that she had always wanted to learn how to dance though, he stopped, put his pen down again and looked up at her.

                                                              "Don’t just talk about the fact that you want to do something",
                                                              he remarked. "Do it. You’ll never know what the future will bring and whether you will still have the chance to do what you want to do tomorrow. Live every day as if it is your last. That’s what I do. That’s why I do all the crazy things that my parents disapprove of."

                                                              He cast another glance at the dancer who was almost rubbing herself against her partner now before he turned back to Beatrice. "If you want to learn to dance, you can do so right now. Let’s enter the stage when they are done and learn to dance together. You’ll likely never get a more unusual audience again in your life."
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                                                                        Beatrice laughed at the prospect of getting challenged to sing. Not one to usually turn down a challenge herself, she might have to do so this time. As thick a skin she may have, the lass still did not fancy embarrassing herself in front of her crowd. Her singing skills were miserable to say the least, and as confident as she may be, she still knew the extent of her limits.

                                                                        “I’ll rather not have to do that. I’m not exactly looking forward to embarrassing myself today, least of all in here.” She seemed to find herself half-uneasy, half-intrigued at the situation she found herself in, sandwiched between the two working girls, with one of them playing around with her golden locks. When Tristan spoke, asking if she could become a professional singer, she said “Most definitely not.” It was not that she couldn’t do it, she was sure that if she put her mind to it, she could even do pretty well.

                                                                        But no, Bea didn’t exactly see signing as a career anyhow. She simply like to do it for fun, singing to herself however or whenever she pleased at her own whims. As she took a swig of the wine that was brought to her, she didn’t exactly knew what it was, all she knew was that it tasted good. Tristan certainly had good taste in his wines. Unsurprisingly, her thoughts were confirmed soon enough as she learnt that the wines were a Venora red, named after his own house even. “It’s quite delicious. More so than I had originally expected.”

                                                                        Beatrice then watched as his pen flew across his paper as though it was skating artfully across the surface of the paper itself. It was moving even faster as though it had a life of its own.

                                                                        Tristan kept silent, his full attention focused on the piece of art that he was creating right in front of her right now. The lass was definitely excited to see the finished product.

                                                                        No one has ever drawn anything of her before, and to say that she was excited was a gross understatement. “Oh no, those are simply thoughts and whims, they are not goals nor are they confirmed, I haven’t really made up my mind yet, just simply fantasizing about being one is all. I’m still not exactly sure what I want just yet, I’m kinda the type that just goes with the flow.”

                                                                        She ended with a laidback casual laughter. “You seem pretty laidback yourself, maybe some form of a kindred spirit maybe?”
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                                                                                  „I don’t mind embarrassing myself“, Tristan informed Beatrice brightly. “In fact I quite enjoy it even though it’s probably totally weird. I love giving people a reason to laugh. If I weren’t a noble lord, I would probably work for the circus.” He took another large swig from his glass as the wine was quite delicious and all the talking made him thirsty. Unlike Beatrice he wasn’t quite ready to drink straight from the bottle yet, but he could forego the good manners his family had instilled in him a little and drink like a commoner that had never received lessons in etiquette in the first place, he decided.

                                                                                  “Would you like some as well, girls?” he asked the prostitutes who set next to him and the Biqaj because it seemed kind of rude for the two of them to be drinking while the poor girls had to be thirsty. As they agreed, he reached into a pocket and tossed Lucille a few golden nels so that she could get some wine for herself as well as her colleagues. The Madame would probably have a problem with him making her employees that still had work to do that night and meet men drunk, but right now he just didn’t care.

                                                                                  While the girls enjoyed their free drinks, he turned back to his drawing and tried to draw Beatrice’s hair, her smile and those eyes that he found quite captivating and cursed the fact that he had ditched his drawing lessons in favor of making stuff out of clay and stone. Those would really have come in handy now, he thought. He knew a lot about proportions due to the fact that he usually made sculptures of people, but his knowledge of making lifelike statues unfortunately didn’t mean that he could make lifelike drawings.

                                                                                  “I fantasize about a lot of things as well”, he revealed. “Like joining the circus, as I mentioned or becoming a skyrider or a famous actor or playwright or making the acquaintance of an Immortal.” He set his pen down, leaned forward a little and looked at Beatrice. “So … do you have any goals at all? Surely you must have some idea as to what you want to do with your life.” He often went with the flow as well and did whatever he pleased, whenever he pleased, but there were some goals he had set for himself.

                                                                                  “I think we could be kindred spirits”, he agreed and laughed. “Kindred spirits that met in the most unlikely of places, under the most unlikely of circumstances, for a drink and a drawing. You know I almost went to the arena to watch a fight instead today. If I had done so, I wouldn’t have met you though, and wouldn’t that be a shame?”
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                                                                                            Beatrice didn’t consider herself tipsy or even drunk enough yet to consider making a fool of herself a good idea. Even with a quarter of the bottle down her belly, that still wasn’t making it any better decision yet. If Tristan had wanted to get up there and dance and possibly ending up clowning her way through, she’d had best down the entire bottle before she went up there.

                                                                                            That’ll be best she reckoned. As thick a skin as she’ll like to think she have, embarrassment by foolery and clowning around is certainly not one of the ways she wanted to be remembered as. “If you weren’t a noble lord?...If I were a noble lady, I wonder how different I’ll be compared to how I am today.” A frown and sulk appeared on her visage as she uttered. “Probably be clad in all those frilly dresses and doing curtsies and all that crap.” The lass then giggled at the thought of her doing some presumptuous acts.

                                                                                            That was all too hilarious in her mind. As the young man went on to ask the girls if they wanted a drink as well, Beatrice held on tightly onto her bottle, unwilling to share with anyone else. But that action was unwarranted as Tristan had no intention for her to share anyway and instead ordered drinks for the rest of the girls on his behalf. For a moment there she totally forgot that she was in the middle of being the subject of drawing, but was quickly brought back to task by the sharp scribbles and scratches on the paper by Tristan’s pen.

                                                                                            “Oh right. Drawing.” The lass let loose a giggle as she realised what she had forgotten. Perhaps the wine was affecting her more than she cared to admit. As Beatrice heard the young man talk about being a circus performer or even a brave Skyrider, she pursed her lips.

                                                                                            “Skyriders, brave ones that lot. Good choice.” Placing a slender finger to her chin, she thought about Tristan’s question. “What I want to do with my life? To be honest, I have no clue!” A bright smile then erupted onto her visage. “That’s the fun of it, isn’t it? To discover things as you go along!” Tapping that finger on her chin, she would continue. “Goals? Have none of that. Too restrictive. Need none of that. I go with the flow.” She reiterated once again, giving him a lazy smile to top it off.
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