Post by Aylee on May 23, 2007 22:23:49 GMT -5
Inve's Rose was a long standing establishment, a storage house, then large sprawling Inn, until the year Lady Alvanis came, and made it into one of the many brothels in Blair, an exceedingly profitably brothel, thanks to the connections of Lay Alvanis, and those of her employ.
Long before the sun rose, like so many other businesses in the larger cities, the brothel gently begun to wake from its slumber, blinking open its sleepy eyes. As habit Aylee had long since been awake, and moved through her room, even as the door opened and a child of ten slipped in, arms carrying a small basket of clothes laundered and folded. She looked on to the older woman with mild surprise, their clothing similar , the dark colored outfits with the sleeves and legs rolled up to the bend of the arms and knees, and hair piled high and tightly bound beneath a head scarf.
Golden eyes warmed at the sight of the child, even as the woman spoke quickly, arranging her own bed briskly. “Put those right away, and we’ll finish your chores early this morning, Poppet.”
The child murmured a shy response of agreement before quickly placing the folded articles in varying drawers of the rooms sole dresser, and placing a robe into the chest that sat at the end of the large bed.
Poppet, was exactly ten years and three months old, and had known Aylee all her life, the dark haired girl was said to have actually helped her to be born. ‘Poppet’ was not her real name, but compared to the name her mother had eventfully named her daughter it was pleasant and honestly more fitting. Which was a good thing, every time she gazed upon Aylee’ looking glass, Poppet never saw a ‘Bambi”. The name was only heard when her own Mother called her, sounding sweet and offerings cakes and sometimes brushing her hair while asking what the mistress’ were up to.
She called it bonding.
Aylee swatted the child on the behind lightly as they finally left the room. ‘Hurry now, to the others will have done all the work before we even get there.’
She said that every time Poppet left her room in the morning. Aylee didn’t speak sweetly like her mother would do on occasion, but gentle and with a sound of one in charge all of the time. She ate her meals with
Poppet and have on times on occasions ate an entire cake from the bakery in town together.
The morning routines of the brothel house were normally completed by its girls, and the few children that stayed living within the brothel. Orphaned, abandoned, or living with their mothers like Poppet and her own. It was a good way to pay off the debts that were quickly accumulated within the brothel, food, lodging, clothing upon request or at the beginning of the month, use of the bath house, doctor examinations that actually occurred every two weeks for the brothel girls, and of course, education.
Alvanis would not have it said that her brothel spawned idiots, only those that came. And of course soon after that she would chuckle.
Helping in the kitchen was also a good way to pay off debt, and usually halved the fee of food if not more, as did many of the odd jobs. The woman and child moved quietly as bare feet could quickly down the stairs to retrieve buckets, brooms, mops and clothes. Every morning the floors were swept, mopped, and the banisters polished, while the windows were washed before the brothel was opened to the public.
Separate but a part of the Inve's Rose Brothel was the bath house Heavens’ Rain.
The women cleaned, as did the few men there, Aylee kept careful log of who did what to add to the brothels’ and individual books. The sun began to rise as those who had cleaned settled to eat or went to bathe while those who had slept in stirred from their own slumber by the clanking of pots and wooden spoons. The business day had begun.
Long before the sun rose, like so many other businesses in the larger cities, the brothel gently begun to wake from its slumber, blinking open its sleepy eyes. As habit Aylee had long since been awake, and moved through her room, even as the door opened and a child of ten slipped in, arms carrying a small basket of clothes laundered and folded. She looked on to the older woman with mild surprise, their clothing similar , the dark colored outfits with the sleeves and legs rolled up to the bend of the arms and knees, and hair piled high and tightly bound beneath a head scarf.
Golden eyes warmed at the sight of the child, even as the woman spoke quickly, arranging her own bed briskly. “Put those right away, and we’ll finish your chores early this morning, Poppet.”
The child murmured a shy response of agreement before quickly placing the folded articles in varying drawers of the rooms sole dresser, and placing a robe into the chest that sat at the end of the large bed.
Poppet, was exactly ten years and three months old, and had known Aylee all her life, the dark haired girl was said to have actually helped her to be born. ‘Poppet’ was not her real name, but compared to the name her mother had eventfully named her daughter it was pleasant and honestly more fitting. Which was a good thing, every time she gazed upon Aylee’ looking glass, Poppet never saw a ‘Bambi”. The name was only heard when her own Mother called her, sounding sweet and offerings cakes and sometimes brushing her hair while asking what the mistress’ were up to.
She called it bonding.
Aylee swatted the child on the behind lightly as they finally left the room. ‘Hurry now, to the others will have done all the work before we even get there.’
She said that every time Poppet left her room in the morning. Aylee didn’t speak sweetly like her mother would do on occasion, but gentle and with a sound of one in charge all of the time. She ate her meals with
Poppet and have on times on occasions ate an entire cake from the bakery in town together.
The morning routines of the brothel house were normally completed by its girls, and the few children that stayed living within the brothel. Orphaned, abandoned, or living with their mothers like Poppet and her own. It was a good way to pay off the debts that were quickly accumulated within the brothel, food, lodging, clothing upon request or at the beginning of the month, use of the bath house, doctor examinations that actually occurred every two weeks for the brothel girls, and of course, education.
Alvanis would not have it said that her brothel spawned idiots, only those that came. And of course soon after that she would chuckle.
Helping in the kitchen was also a good way to pay off debt, and usually halved the fee of food if not more, as did many of the odd jobs. The woman and child moved quietly as bare feet could quickly down the stairs to retrieve buckets, brooms, mops and clothes. Every morning the floors were swept, mopped, and the banisters polished, while the windows were washed before the brothel was opened to the public.
Separate but a part of the Inve's Rose Brothel was the bath house Heavens’ Rain.
The women cleaned, as did the few men there, Aylee kept careful log of who did what to add to the brothels’ and individual books. The sun began to rise as those who had cleaned settled to eat or went to bathe while those who had slept in stirred from their own slumber by the clanking of pots and wooden spoons. The business day had begun.