Post by Karishima Yumi on Apr 1, 2010 9:32:04 GMT -5
The House, much like its owner, did not belong here.
It was a large, stately manor, four stories high screamed extravagance from every window, column, and plank of wood. The wall around it was ten feet high, three feet thick, and composed of solid rock. The gates were guarded twenty four hours a day, the internal walls patrolled regularly. Karishima made the choice to live and work here, but she did not make it it idly. It showed she remembered where she came from, that she was determined to lift up even the worse part of Venus's infrastructure, and that pleasure was not something to hide from, but to be valued with gold.
But she was also not a fool, and protected her investment rigorously. Anyone was welcome, provided they could pay for the pleasure they sought, and submitted themselves to a search for weapons and other contraband.
By the time Verbena would arrive, it was early evening, and there was a line already in place at the main gate as would-be patrons were undergoing the stipulated search. They were overseen by a tall, blond woman with piercing blue eyes. She was dressed in a simple shirt, leggings, and boots, her well-defined and plainly visible musculature seeming at odds with her sizable bust. She roamed up and down the line, catching and ejecting two curt-purses before she came even with Verbena, and stopped.
Her eyes swept up, then down the slim woman. "Priestess Nightshade?" she asked.
It was a large, stately manor, four stories high screamed extravagance from every window, column, and plank of wood. The wall around it was ten feet high, three feet thick, and composed of solid rock. The gates were guarded twenty four hours a day, the internal walls patrolled regularly. Karishima made the choice to live and work here, but she did not make it it idly. It showed she remembered where she came from, that she was determined to lift up even the worse part of Venus's infrastructure, and that pleasure was not something to hide from, but to be valued with gold.
But she was also not a fool, and protected her investment rigorously. Anyone was welcome, provided they could pay for the pleasure they sought, and submitted themselves to a search for weapons and other contraband.
By the time Verbena would arrive, it was early evening, and there was a line already in place at the main gate as would-be patrons were undergoing the stipulated search. They were overseen by a tall, blond woman with piercing blue eyes. She was dressed in a simple shirt, leggings, and boots, her well-defined and plainly visible musculature seeming at odds with her sizable bust. She roamed up and down the line, catching and ejecting two curt-purses before she came even with Verbena, and stopped.
Her eyes swept up, then down the slim woman. "Priestess Nightshade?" she asked.