The Brothel

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Takes place at the turn of the previous century (considering this century turned only a few years ago:) ) in New Orleans.

This will be open to anyone with multiple storylines allowed with in the brothel walls.

The proprieter is Madame Rose(whom is an available character if anyone wants to play her)

IC-
Violet
long black hair
eyes that gave her her name
young and virginal

Violet sat in the room she would service her customers in. Feeling apprehensive and nervous she fingered the fringe on her asymetrical skirt, that showed off a good and enticing portion of stockinged leg. Having lost her entire family to a fire, she had come across Madame Rose who took her in and feeling she had no choice Violet agreed to become one of her girls. This would be her first time as one of the brothel girls...well her first time period
 
I would like to play Madame Rose, if it is ok?

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I would like to play Madame Rose, if it is ok?

OOC: If not I will delete this post.

Madame Rose knocked on the door of her newest girl. New girls were always nervous and it was alway her rule to go in there and make them feel a little more relaxed. She had a bottle of Chartruese. Definately would give her a good kick.

Madame Rose was a built woman. She was not the skinniest woman she had at the brothel but she had a magnificent charisma and men seemed to flock to her for her advice, wisecracks, oh and for her girl. She had the best supply this side of the tracks.

"Oh, Violet," she said in her thick creole accent. "It is me, mi cher. Your Madame Rose."
 
Violet

Violet called out, "It's open." she smiled, Madame Rose was quiet a Character, that's probably what appealed to the girls that worked here and the men who visited here.
 
Madame Rose

Madame Rose opened the door slowly looking at Violet on the bed. "Your nerves must be twiching around like tha gators in that ole riverbed. Mi grandpere used to tell me, "Vis will help your nerves." She held up the bottle. "But you must not drink to much. Just a thimble for such a small body as yours."

She poured some into a cup and handed it to Violet. "Now, do not fret about tonights work. You know who to call if any trouble should rise. I take care of mi girls. Now, do you have any questions before I open the doors for business?"

She looked at Violet letting the girl know that she was here to help her.
 
Jackson Davis


Whenever I find myself in New Orleans, I make it a point to visit my old friend Madame Rose, who runs one of the finest establishments in the Storyville District. I enjoy passing the afternoon with Rose and her girls. In fact, many afternoons turn into evenings and nights.

As I neared her door I wondered what pleasures awaited me.

OOC

Jackson Davis is a wealthy planter/businessman from South Louisiana. Not a regular, but someone who has visited Rose and her girls often enough to be familiar to Rose.
 
Violet

Violet smiled and took a sip of the liqued, coughing a bit, "no..No..The girls and you have explained it all very throughly...I know it hurts the first time to...my mother told me a bit before she died."
 
Madame Rose

"Ok, well, here is some ointment. An old herbal recipe handed down to my grandmere supposedly from Mary Lavou herself. Put this on and it will ease the pain." Madame Rose winked. "Now, I must be up to open my doors. Mustn't keep monsuier waiting."

She steps through the doors and calls out, "All right ladies, it is time to strut 'em and strip 'em."

Down the staires she walks as she goes to open the door. "Why, Jackson Davis, good to see you. Here for the best in all of Orleans?"
 
Jackson Davis

"Madame Rose, you are certainly a welcome sight. I am certainly glad to see you looking well." Stepping into Roses' sitting room I noticed several of her girls milling about awaiting their next "suitor." Say what you want, but Rose and her girls knew how to please a man. I enjoyed the way Rose moved through the room, never in a hurry but always with a purpose. With a nod and a wink she communicated with all her girls.

"Rose, what do you have to quench the thirst of someone who has been on the road all day?? Hopefully something the two of us can share while you tell me how you are and what terrible things you have been up to since I last saw you at the your wonderful party before Mardi Gras."
 
"AHA, Mosuier Jackson. You know that a lady never tell," Madame Rose exclaimed with a wink of her eye, "But, seeing as how I am no lady." She laughed a bousterous laugh.

"Now, are you wanting a manly drink, I do have some Chartruese. But if you want something that won't put so much hair on your chest, I do have some wine." She knew that Chartruese, although a favorite of hers, was not always a favored drink among others.

"If, on the other hand you are trying to quench your lusty womanly wiles, I have the finest of all Lousianna." She motioned to all the girls around the room and smiled.
 
"Undoubtedly, you can quench all of my thirsts, but let's start with a drink. It is a bit arly for the Chartruese for me, but if you have a red wine perhaps that would do for a start." I watched as Rose motioned for one of her valets to pour pour for both of us and to one of her girls to bring the drinks over to the small settee where she motioned me to sit. From this spot I could see the entire room and could watch all the activities in the room. It was still early enough that there were few suitors, perhaps left overs from the night before, and few girls. It didn't matter. I always enjoyed a drink with Rose and her flirtations before anything else that may occur.

"So tell me Rose, how is business???
 
Madame Rose

"Oh, as hot as a summer day down on de bayou. We have a higher clientele than more of the udders." She laughed at her own amusement.

"I have one new girl. Name of Violet. She will be the hottest one we got so far, I do belive that." She fluffed at his hair. "You are looking very well and handsome today, Monsuier Jackson. Are you going to another house and not telling me?" She giggled, knowing full well that Jackson came only to her.
 
"A gentleman would never tell!! But Rose you know that I am faithful to you. When I come to New Orleans I visit only you." As I said it I reached out and stroked her arm, feeling the soft flesh and remembering the good times of the past.

"So tell me about Violet. If she is here, you have trained her well I am sure, but can she please a man like you can?" I said with a smile and wink knowing that no woman could satisfy a man like Rose.
 
Madame Rose

"Oh Monsuier, You know, not all can be perfect like mio. But, she will make a fine lover. She needs a gentle hand first time around. You wouldn't know of such a man would you?"
 
Can I join as Brutus

I am Brutus and I also work at the brothel, whenever there is trouble whether it be a guy doing somethign the girl doesnt like or a girl not doing as she is told am the one who sorts it out, sort of a bouncer.

IC
6'5
Stocky well built guy
Black skin head
bit tanned
with huge arms.
 
Violet

Violet stared at the ointment for awhile but she couldn't bring herself to use it.

then she got down on her knees and spoke out loud, "forgive me mother but...I have no other choicce."

she got up and slowly made her way downstairs her namesake eyes scanning the room
 
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Madame Rose

"Ah, Speak of the angel here she do come now." Her accent always got worse when she entertained. Gave her a little tip to her personality.

"Violet, mi cher, please do come introduce yourself to Monsuier Davis. He is one of our best clients."
 
Violet

Timidly and with a shy smile Violet made her way to were Madame Rose and the gentleman were seated, "How do you do Mousueir Davis."

she noticed an ottoman to the left of the lounge they were sitting in and gracefully sat down.
 
"Rose for once you did not exaggerate. This young lady is magnificent. I don't believe I have ever seen such beautiful eyes. My dear, would you join Madame Rose and me for a drink?" There was something very innocent about this young girl. But something worldly as well.
 
Violet

Violet smile graciously at the handsome man, "No thank you I've already had some Chartruese and I don't want to over indulge."

Having been brought up to be a lady, when her family died, all her friends cast her away for with it went the family fortune, she struck up polite conversation, "Are you from Louisiana Mousuier Davis?"
 
"I most certainly am. I own a large plantation up the river. I frequently come to New Orleans and never fail to visit my friend Madame Rose." Violet's eyes were hypnotizing, but she was clearly unsure of herself. I wondered whether Rose had trained this young girl herself.

"Miss Violet, I can tell by the way you carry yourself that you have been properly raised. Where are you from?"
 
Violet

"Here in New Orleans" Violet answered, "I grew up near the French Quater"

She back a bit, more relaxed witht he situation.
 
Madame Rose

"New Orleans has the best bread ladies available I do believe, Monsuier Jackson. Violet here, Why her parents were well off until their demise. And you can tell by dem looks that she possesses that they were beautiful as well." She gave Violet a reassuring smile.
 
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