LatinLady
Classy Slut
- Joined
- Nov 18, 2003
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(ooc: I have playes in place, everyone else is welcome to be patrons Should you be interested in becoming a player, PM me. )
IC:
It's the Garden District of New Orleans in the year 1930. Prohibition is at it's peak and you find yourself at a speakeasy, on the corner of Prytania and 1st. It's an old house set back from the sidewalk a bit with 2 rather large magnolia trees in the front yard. high Hedges surround the property with wrought iron fencing sticking up the top. There is only 1 way in and out of the property and that is through the gate in the hedge at the front which appears to be locked. Upon your approach a man steps from the shadows and asks you the passowrd. You know it is "Singleton" and are allowed to enter.
Once you walk in the front door it is lavishly decorated in victorian style. Rich colors and fabrics adorn the front foyer. To the right the front parlor room with a grand piano. To the left, the bar area. Along the far wall is a bar tended by a gentleman and about the room are places to sit. Straight ahead from the door stairs lead up to the 6 bedrooms upstairs all lavishly decorated with four poster victorian beds. The rear left of the house's 1st floor is the kitchen area and the rear right is closed off by a heavily locked door.
Inside that room
Madame Delanie, She is in her mid 20's 5' 7" dark black curly hair, olive skin slender build. She owns this house, it was left to her by her mother when she died. Her mother was the negro mistress of a prominent political official. Once her mother died, her "father" stopped helping with money so Solange Delanie had to make money. She became Madame Delanie. The police tried to bust in on her business once, but a threat of her Father's wife finding out about his little indescretion and Madame Delanie's is off limits to the police.
7pm Friday Evening
"Ahhh another night another party" I stand in front of my closet looking at the many dresses I own and finally decide on a red one. I adjust my breasts to show the maximum amount of cleavage and prepare for the evening. I unlock my door and step aout into the Hallway. Where is Pete
"Pete, where are ya?"
IC:
It's the Garden District of New Orleans in the year 1930. Prohibition is at it's peak and you find yourself at a speakeasy, on the corner of Prytania and 1st. It's an old house set back from the sidewalk a bit with 2 rather large magnolia trees in the front yard. high Hedges surround the property with wrought iron fencing sticking up the top. There is only 1 way in and out of the property and that is through the gate in the hedge at the front which appears to be locked. Upon your approach a man steps from the shadows and asks you the passowrd. You know it is "Singleton" and are allowed to enter.
Once you walk in the front door it is lavishly decorated in victorian style. Rich colors and fabrics adorn the front foyer. To the right the front parlor room with a grand piano. To the left, the bar area. Along the far wall is a bar tended by a gentleman and about the room are places to sit. Straight ahead from the door stairs lead up to the 6 bedrooms upstairs all lavishly decorated with four poster victorian beds. The rear left of the house's 1st floor is the kitchen area and the rear right is closed off by a heavily locked door.
Inside that room
Madame Delanie, She is in her mid 20's 5' 7" dark black curly hair, olive skin slender build. She owns this house, it was left to her by her mother when she died. Her mother was the negro mistress of a prominent political official. Once her mother died, her "father" stopped helping with money so Solange Delanie had to make money. She became Madame Delanie. The police tried to bust in on her business once, but a threat of her Father's wife finding out about his little indescretion and Madame Delanie's is off limits to the police.
7pm Friday Evening
"Ahhh another night another party" I stand in front of my closet looking at the many dresses I own and finally decide on a red one. I adjust my breasts to show the maximum amount of cleavage and prepare for the evening. I unlock my door and step aout into the Hallway. Where is Pete
"Pete, where are ya?"
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