Lord Baelish's Brothel (open)

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(This thread is open to others familiar with -A Game of Thrones- who might like to play people who work in the brothel. Please PM first.)

Willem was a strapping farmlad, fresh off the turnip wagon, but his village had been burned out by some lord or knight or the other. The nobles were fighting one another, and few if any of them cared what befell the smallfolk.

Willem, however, was lucky enough to have been hired on soon after his arrival in King's Landing, before his physique began to decline due to malnutrition. And by a nobleman at that, Lord Petyr Baelish, the Master of Coin, who owned a string of whorehouses and who needed to fill this vacancy in a hurry.

The prospect of working with a group of beautiful prostitutes, some of them half-naked or fully so, was highly enticing too. He had only his peasant's tunic and some clean tights to wear, and he had done his best to bathe even if that meant doing it in the river. His thick blond hair had a tendency to get in his eyes, and he was cleanshaven, and only eighteen. The farm life had given him plenty of muscles, and he tried to stay in shape. He had absolutely no experience in wielding a sword, but he knew what to do with a cudgel.

So it was that he turned up at the proper place at the proper time, and pushed open the unlocked door. The establishment wasn't open yet, but it would be soon enough. He didn;t even know whom to ask for here, he just knew that this was the right address.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Ros Opens the Door

Ros opened the door upon hearing the knocking at the door. Seeing the boy before the entrance, and his obvious lack of purse, she bluntly stated before closing the portal:

- Come back when you have money, boy!

 

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Rejection!

He had only a split-second. Willem shouted, hoping she could still hear him even if she'd slammed the door before he could get it all out, "New bouncer! I'm the new bouncer, ma'am! Lord Baelish sent me!"

Had the lord even told the people here to expect him? This could all go very badly.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Lord Baelish's Study

Since he never mentioned any profession of affection for one of the girls, and actually had purpose for coming here, Ros reasoned she might reopen the door for this bumpkin:

- Come in!

After she permitted him entrance, she added:

- Follow me… I’ll take you to Lord Baelish….

Indeed, the wonders within the renowned house of pleasure marveled Willem’s naïve eyes. The conceit of staring at women’s bosoms and uncovered derrieres without receiving rebuke from them amazed him to the point the where he scarcely recalled traveling into the room in which Lord Petyr Baelish, Master of Coin to the Seven Kingdoms, sat behind a luxurious desk busying himself with paperwork.

- You’re new bouncer’s here, milord….

Looking up from his work at the sound of Ros’s voice, Lord Baelish saw the man he hired for the erstwhile open position and stated:

- I’m glad that you found your way here….

After pausing to take a sip of wine from an ornate silver chalice, he then asked

- I trust you have no issue with the terms I set for your employment? A Silver Moon for every month of service minus expenses?

 

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Looking up from his work at the sound of Ros’s voice, Lord Baelish saw the man he hired for the erstwhile open position and stated:

- I’m glad that you found your way here….

After pausing to take a sip of wine from an ornate silver chalice, he then asked

- I trust you have no issue with the terms I set for your employment? A Silver Moon for every month of service minus expenses?
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"That will be fine, my lord," Willem replied, "I guess that the expenses will be my food and housing here? Or do I still need to live elsewhere? What does the payment come to, after those expenses, if I may ask?"

For a peasant, Willem was rather well-spoken, and he must have had some meat in his diet to have grown so muscular. And if he was to be able to offer physical protection, he would need to be able to eat better than most commoners did in King's Landing. He was sure that Lord Baelish understood that.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Living Arrangements

- Of course, you may stay here….

Sitting back on the weirwood chair, Lord Baelish once more refreshed his throat with Strongwine, savoring the sweet Dornish vintage before adding:

- But the temptations of this place may put you in my debt….

 

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Willem laughed. "I admit that I find it tempting, my lord, but there's no way I can hope to afford the prices you must charge. And if I did go into debt, how would I ever repay you? I can't see how."

He shrugged. "I don't suppose that you have many female customers here, if any at all?"

 

[Asobininryochan]

Little Finger's Terms

- The answer might surprise you… if you prefer to do that type of work….

The Strongwine swirled in its silver vessel as Lord Baelish answered another of Willem’s many queries:

- Unless you wish to seek accommodations in Flea Bottom, I charge a Star per day for room and board.

 

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"A Star a day is more than I can afford, of course. So, Flea Bottom it must be, unless there is a good way for me to earn more.. So, I guess that I had better ask you about 'that sort of work,' as you say. I don't mean to pester your lordship with too many questions, but, having had little experience, would I be suitable for that sort of thing?"

Images swam through Willem's mind, both of older, possibly even repulsive old ladies, but also of gorgeous young girls with more money than self-restraint, and he quite liked the second notion. He'd had a hard-on growing since he entered the place, and it twinged; all this was going to become much more difficult for him than he had imagined.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Little Finger proposes a job for Willem....

In order to properly appraise the curious youth, Petyr rose from his chair and approached Willem. He circled around the tall boy and thought him suitable for a certain request he just received from the Westernlands:

- Well, I do have a client in need of a man with a strong back, if you are willing to travel to the Golden Tooth….

 

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"The Golden Tooth?" Now, that was completely unexpected. "Sure, I've just been on the road, after all. If I'd be part of a party that could protect itself, that would be great."

So far as Willem knew, there wasn't a real war going on yet. It would be risky, but he was young, and the risk seemed minor, if he was on a mission for a great lord like Petyr Baelish.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Travelling Plans

- Excellent!

Returning to his weirwood desk, Little Finger began writing as he explained:

- I will send a raven to Lady Alysanne Lefford….

Once he finished, he produced the document to Willem, adding:

- Consider this piece of paper… a letter of introduction.

Debating whether to entertain Willem’s request for an escort, he made further perusal of the boy’s appearance before saying:

- No, I think it best you travel alone….

Fetching a bag of coins from another table, Lord Baelish handed the purse to Willem while stating:

- A brigand would think you poor sport for his trouble.

 

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"Is this my fee, then, my lord -- or my expenses, or for some other purpose?"

Willem glanced down at his garb and shrugged. "I guess that I should not invest in new clothes, but maybe some new soles for these boots. What should I know about Lady Alysanne Lefford, My Lord?"

The lad himself did not realize what Baelish no doubt picked up on; even as he sat there, his posture improved. His self-confidence, his sense of self-worth doubled. The Master of Coin was trusting him with a mission. Willem would not be lightly turned from the completion of it.

 

[Asobininryochan]

A Purse Full of Gold

- Consider the five Dragons in this purse a bit of both…

Returning to his desk, he absentmindedly mentioned the following to Willem before dismissing the boy:

- Lady Alysanne will explain your job once you arrive….

 

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Willem knew better than to ask more questions once he had been dismissed. He turned and left the office, and looked around for the redhead, or anyone else close to hand.

(ooc: I will probably be offline through Monday.)

 

[Asobininryochan]

Ros Speaks with Willem

Ros heard that the blonde boy wanted her, so she sought for him and once she encountered the callow lad with Daisy, said:

- You were looking for me, boy?

 

[callmetheimp]

Enter Roger Waters

Drawing the hood of his cloak closer about his face, Roger silently made his way through the streets and alleys of King's Landing. His hand hovered, ever ready, upon the hilt of the well used sword at his him, one of many blades he kept upon his person. Westeros was dangerous, and this city was perhaps the most dangerous in the land in these perilous times. Especially for a bastard. His eyes were ever moving, assessing everyone and everything for threats. He moved with purpose, and made his way to a certain brothel he knew to be one of the many owned by Lord Petyr Baelish. As much as he enjoyed whoring, this visit had him on his guard. It was not simply a visit for pleasure. He had been invited, and the worrisome thing was that he had no idea as to the identity of his mysterious host.

As the brothel entered sight, Roger paused. The street was busy, but not unduly so. He noticed nothing out of the ordinary and yet he could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. Try as he might, he could not find the source of the feeling. Finally, he moved forward. Entering the doorway, he shook himself free of the hood. The wafting aroma of sex, incense, and exotic perfumes washed over him and his eyes beheld the veritable feast of flesh awaiting within.

 

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Ros heard that the blonde boy wanted her, so she sought for him and once she encountered the callow lad with Daisy, said:

- You were looking for me, boy?

"Just to let you know that for the time being, at least, I won't be working here after all. Lord Baelish has a different job in mind for me." He waved one hand around, though, and added, "I hate to leave, but maybe when I come back I'll be able to afford the likes of you. Something to aspire to."

He did have a different attitude when compared to when he entered. He nodded to the man who had just come in and lifted his hood, and set off to depart, not really expecting any sort of answer from Ros -- though, if he received one, he would stop to listen.

 

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A nod and a wink

Returning the nod of the obvious newcomer to the city, Roger had a rare moment of kindness.

"Fresh from the country," he thought to himself,"He looks strong enough...if King's Landing doesn't eat him alive, he might do."

"Mind your purse, lad." Roger growled. "There are three light-fingered lads standing about who are helpful enough to lighten your load. All in a day's work in King's Landing."

 

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"You're right about that, Townsman. I'm out of my element, and I can use that sort of advice."

Willem offered the man a smile in return for the good advice, and secured the purse in a less obvious location, one where the country lad would be sure to notice, were it to be disturbed.

 

[Asobininryochan]

Ros simply gave a nod in response to Willem’s aspirations, since he might need something to hope for while he risked his life for one of Little Finger’s schemes. As she and Daisy turned their backs on the departing boy, she saw Lord Baelish passing by her. Apparently another whore told him of the arrival of another man, but this one lacked the Willem’s naïveté. Therefore, she decided to take Daisy out of this increasingly dangerous situation and leave Petyr Baelish to his machinations.

Meanwhile, Petyr affected a genuine look of approbation as he encountered the two gentlemen – Masters Roger Waters and Willem – conversing about securing one’s possessions in King’s Landing. Hoping to interrupt their discourse, he said:

- Ah! I’m glad you finally arrived, Master Waters!

After he shook Roger’s hand, he waved his hand in Willem’s direction and added:

- Allow me to introduce you to Willem….

Now addressing Willem, Lord Baelish explained:

- Willem, this is Roger Waters, he shall guide you to the Golden Tooth….

 

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Roger favored Littlefinger with a feral smile.

- Shall I indeed, my lord Baelish?

His grey eyes narrowed as they bored holes into Littlefinger. Petyr Baelish was momentarily taken aback by the predatory visage he beheld, but covered it up instantly.

- This is news to me, my lord. Perhaps you would be good enough to refresh my memory as to the agreement?

 

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- I believe…

With practiced léger de main, Petyr immediately produced a purse for Roger:

- We agreed upon thirteen Dragons…

 

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Willem was surprised, but this seemed like a happy coincidence; he would have left on his own, otherwise.

He was beginning to see that Lord Baelish was improvising as he went. That just made the man the more interesting. Thus, he spent his time watching Ros and Daisy as they walked away, the most agreeable sight he had had in some time.

 

[callmetheimp]

The handsome purse could only mean that the task Littlefinger had in mind would be either dirty or deadly enough to be worth ten times the price.

-This begins to sound more familiar, m'lord. And when would young Willem need to depart?

Roger was on his guard. If Littlefinger had wanted him for a job, why the mysterious summons? If he was here to meet someone else...where were they? And even more puzzling, why offer a purse full of gold to guide this farm boy to the Golden Tooth?