Zi'da 69th 716, Late Evening
Location: The Glass Rose
Tonight had become a night of nostalgia as Patrick watched in irony at the scene, the Glass Rose provided him a place to work and ply the trades he loved; after finally somewhat settling within the city of Ne'haer after a couple of weeks. Indeed the place reminded him of home, as in a lot of ways the establishment nearly felt the same. Yet it wasn't. The smell of lust and sin in the air, the sound of laughter and debauchery, all which reminded him of home; but just didn't feel the same as everything did back at the Hound.
This place felt far more fancier with its gilded architecture and silky furniture, all of which provided a higher sense of standard for such a... low class job. Well granted it wasn't necessarily low class, not when one was paid well for the services. Prostitution these days proved to be profitable to some and Patrick was no different, after what he learned last season in Rharne, he knew by now the ins and outs of the trade. He was by no means a real professional to say the least, but he certainly managed to adapt in his time.
"Patty darling," Belle who was one of the harlots here approached the bar, "you must tell Margurette that story!" The brown headed woman insisted, as she eagerly tugged another woman with blonde hair nearby. Patrick suspected that the blonde was in fact this Margurette he'd suddenly heard so much about.
"Which one love? I've told quite a few already after all." He mused with a cracked smirk as he sorted through the cabinets below, and then pulled out a couple bottles of wine for the women.
"Oh you know dear, the one with you and that nobleman you serviced!"
"The one heed over heels in love ya mean, aye believe or not he's quite the catch ladies." Patrick remarked while he poured their drinks, his eyes deviously glanced towards the as he watched them giggle in delight. "Lemme just start off by sayin' I hadn't a clue he was o' noble birth, not until after he purchased my services and we were alone in the room." Margurette gasped at the sound of the scandal, while Belle laughed maniacally as she started to drink. "Its true! Poor man was so wrapped up in his own research, he failed t' realize I'd already started t' strip fer him. By the time my clothes were off, he'd found himself so surprised that he couldn't distract himself, he was so captivated that he even referred t' me as his Incubus."
There was a moment to coo at how adorable that sounded, as Belle sat her glass down empty of the drink. "Time for my next patron, you coming to help Marg?"
"Oh of course! Do enjoy yourself Patrick, you sound like an interesting sort to be sure." The blonde quickly drank what was left of her drink, and then with a wink trotted off after her coworker. Patrick could only chuckle and watch them briefly, a hand then grasped on the spare bottle for him to pour another. While he would've admittedly enjoyed drinking straight from the bottle, this place felt too sophisticated for such mannerisms. So rather than indulge such selfish habits, he adapted and went with the flow of things.
With the glass of white wine poured Patrick took a sip of the smooth tangy beverage, the taste of white grape bubbled over his tongue as he swallowed it down. With a satisfied sigh he leaned onto the bar and watched the crowd within the lounge, still acquainting himself with the faces of the people he found there. He had after all only started work here a few days ago, therefore it would only be a matter of time before he knew every face in the establishment.
