Logs:Therapy at a Nightly Rate
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| RL Date: 10 September, 2013 |
| Who: H'vier, Saorisa |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: H'vier talks about what's happened with Tayte... to his lady of the evening. |
| Where: The Lucky Seven, Ista Weyr |
| When: Day 6, Month 10, Turn 32 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Jo/Mentions, Tayte/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Back-dated (will doublecheck RL date when game comes back up), played via gdocs. NPC by Tayte. |
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| When the going gets rough, H'vier has a tendency to find himself in Ista. Sure, he has some friends there but that's not why he usually shows up. It's usually business. Or, like now, a visit to the Lucky Seven to play some cards, get wasted and find a hot woman that he can spend the night with. The whole night. Not just however long it takes him to get off and fasten his pants back up. It's a dark-haired woman that takes him up on his offer and, once they're in her room, the bronzerider wastes no time in getting some of his money's worth out of the deal. Saorisa, the woman is called, not that she bothered to give her name unless H'vier had asked. Not so old that she's at a discount rate, but not so young to not know her trade well, Sao fulfills her end of the bargain with enthusiasm. It's not enough to be obviously fake, but enough to compliment the bronzerider, stroke his ego, maybe just enough to earn her a tip on top of the nightly fee. Every man needs breaks though, so a natural lull finds them in the bed, Saorisa's torso propped half-upright against pillows and H'vier leaning back against her, one of her hands combing through his hair gently, attractively out of breath and helping bring them both back to something calm before getting to the next thing that makes tonight worth the marks H'vier's laying down for it. The time after used to be one of his favorites. But now it's the only time it's difficult for him to think about sex instead of feelings. Before it didn't matter. He had no reason for feelings. Not like these, at least. But now it's hard to hide from them, especially comforted by the gentle touch of a woman. It takes him a few minutes to say anything but when he finally does, H'vier asks, "You ever fall for the men you fuck?" Okay, it's not eloquent or anything, but nothing about the bronzerider tonight would have suggested that was a possibility in the first place. Gentle is what Saorisa's touch stays as she continues to stroke through his hair. Eloquence is hardly ever expected in her profession, and she's certainly no fainting hold lass to shy away from calling things what they are. "It's happened," She admits softly, "But it's not really encouraged." Understandably. She doesn't press him for more, but her other hand finds it's way to his arm, fingertips floating across his bicep. Her response actually makes H'vier laugh. It's not just an amused snort, but a legitimate, genuine laugh. "I should think not. Not sure any of that nonsense ought to be encouraged. This is easier." Which probably says a lot about him as a person, preferring easy over intimacy. "What was your name again?" He probably never asked for it before but he's been rather drunk so he can't remember little details like that. "Saorisa. People call me Sao, or Risa. Or whatever pleases you best." That's what she's paid for after all. Her smile is easy. It's probably one of the reasons she's popular, not to mention her curvaceous frame. She's not exactly slender, but not heavy either. "This is always easier," She murmurs, "That's why business is always good." She slips her hand out of his hair and trails it down along his jaw and to his neck. "Some would say that this isn't as good, though. Not me, of course." Because she's not paid to say things like that. H'vier is a man that enjoys being touched. But most men are, aren't they? And of course a woman like Saorisa would know that sort of thing, use it to her advantage. Both her touch and the moment, recovering as he is, keep the bronzerider relaxed but thoughtful. "Have you ever tried to be with someone?" He obviously doesn't mean this in the way they're together right now. "Can't imagine any decent man would let his woman be a whore." H'vier is musing, not realizing that could possibly be offensive to the whore he's currently resting against. "Once. It's sort of how I got here," The whore relates with a soft laugh. "I was younger." Not that she's terribly old now. Probably early twenties. Her hands are expert as they slide across skin. Right now she's not doing it in a way to be exciting, but rather just what she's already been accomplishing - keeping him relaxed. The more time they spend talking is less time she spends on her back (or otherwise). She makes a small, "Mm," noise that acknowledges and agrees with his musing. "It's been my experience that men who want whores come and pay for them. Although, there's enough customers who are decent men and keep a decent woman for a wife and still seek us out. I've never much thought that's fair, but I wouldn't turn down the business." That would be stupid. "Some of them even pay us to pretend love. To tell them we love them, even though they know it's a lie." She falls silent, maybe thinking she's said too much, and more of her focus goes into her touch as her hands shift to his shoulders to start giving him a light massage. "Maybe I should've told her I loved her," is H'vier's distantly voiced response to that. He sounds a bit more present as he continues, "Never said that to anyone. Not sure that's what it was, granted. Turned out she was the sort of whore that works for free." He falls silent for a few long moments, enjoying the knead of her hands on his shoulders. "It's not wrong to want someone for yourself, just yourself, is it?" Saorisa's silent a moment. Matters of the heart require some degree of delicacy. Her fingers continue across his shoulders, skilled in this work, too. "It's not wrong to want someone for just yourself, but it might be difficult for a woman to understand why you want that if she doesn't know how you feel." Her hands slip down onto his chest, soothingly, lest she's given offense with her words. "Did she sleep with someone else?" She queries softly of the woman in question, her tone sympathetic. He can't really argue with that. Or maybe he just doesn't know how to. "Don't know. Probably. She wanted to, anyway. Said I didn't want her to. But..." His voice trails off and H'vier doesn't seem sure how else to put it so he doesn't try. Instead he lifts a hand to touch the one touching him, tracing his fingertips up her forearm in a gentle sort of way. "Doesn't matter now. Didn't want the same thing." A man resigned, which is probably why he's here, paying for meaningless sex with a relative stranger. Saorisa shifts slightly, not inhibiting the travel of his fingers up her arm, but rather making it just a touch more comfortable for her to embrace him gently as her fingers continue down onto his chest. "What happened?" The question is asked softly. There's no pressure for him to answer, just an offer of an ear, an outside opinion. Her head bends to lay her cheek against the side of his head, an added degree of closeness. And H'vier doesn't answer for awhile. It might seem like he isn't going to at all. But he finally says, "She wanted more than me, I guess. Can't really blame her. Not the sort of guy you settle down with." The last is noted with a vague sense of defeat. He tried something new and it didn't work. "She was pregnant but she lost it. Then she said she wanted to keep fucking some woman. Said she could if I was there. But she wanted to do it alone." That's not complicated, right?x It's probably not the most complicated thing Saorisa's heard. Whores get all kinds, really. It's not just 'one type' of person that seeks them out for one reason or another. Her hands are soothing, expression mildly sympathetic even if he can't see it. "Losing a baby is--" She has to pause a moment because her breath catches, but she pulls it together quickly, smoothly saying, "Very difficult. I'm sorry." She curls herself to him a little more, a little more like a lingering embrace. "Did you talk about it with her? All of it, I mean. What she wanted, what you wanted. The baby." She shifts so she can move one hand to stroking his brow and slipping into his hair again. "I thought so," he says, ignoring the sympathy. That's not something he wants to think about. He doesn't answer about the baby when he continues, either. "We talked about fucking other people. I didn't fuck anyone else for... months." The way H'vier says this makes it sound like it's a Big Deal. Considering that he's here right now, it's probably not a far-fetched idea. "She decided she wanted more. So. I left." And here he is. But he's had enough of talking now, evidently, and his hand catches around Saorisa's wrist as he shifts from resting against her so he can more easily encourage her around to straddle him. Anything Saorisa might say now is not going to help her tip, and there's a brief ghost of that in her expression as she comes around to slide across him, reaching up with her free hand to push some of her dark locks away from her face. Instead, she smiles warmly at him. "I was hoping you'd be ready for more soon." It's probably a lie. But if it is, she's doing it well. Then, that's what whores are paid for. To lie well. |
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