regarding player's newest muse at poly_chromatic;

[luxuryflower]

And what will come after this, my dear? A virgin streetwalker?

You must certainly be said to nurse a fascination with the woman who sells herself, but unlike this little saint of a prostitute, I shan't ever sell myself short. Do have a little... yes, a little faith in me.

[Her smile is small and sharp, almost unpleasant, but never quite.]

Comments

[longestfall]

Oh please. A prostitute can never be a saint.

[luxuryflower]

Oh, but are we disagreeing, Madame? Unlike your beautiful daughter, I never pretend to be something which I am not.

[longestfall]

And somehow, this raises you above the rest? I don't think so.

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[luxuryflower]

[luxuryflower]

A patron here, a lover there and a husband on the side... One is no less a prostitute for any of it.

1/2

[longestfall]

I have earned my fame fairly! By being a true artist. Though, supposedly...

[longestfall]

Supposedly, talent is talent. If there's nothing else, surely all women can find at least one.

[luxuryflower]

My legs are quite charming, at any angle from which one might imagine them. I must believe, considering your former profession, that once - yours were much the same.

[longestfall]

The same? Believe me, Mademoiselle, they were better. [She smiles.] Do you dance?

[luxuryflower]

I am familiar with all the standard dances of the ballroom. My preference is for the waltz.

[longestfall]

Quite a scandalous choice. Yet... oddly traditional.

[luxuryflower]

While you, ever the ballerina - surely must prefer the finer art?

[longestfall]

Of course. Though I must say - ballet today has lost a lot of charm.

[luxuryflower]

How can such graceful lines ever lose their charm? The stunts of rising onto the toes! Such magic unfolding on stage... Ah, such beauty, such life!

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Does her fascination with... a certain type of woman bother you?

[It almost sounds like it does, but he can't be sure.]

[luxuryflower]

Oh, it bothers me little, but for my own sake... Marguerite Gautier has no desire to be the object of her writer's romantic notions.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

I doubt very much that you have the desire to be the object of anyone's romantic notions.

[luxuryflower]

Ah, but there are times when those same romantic notions lead to the bedroom and I shall allow them, then. But as soon as we awaken in the morning, they are as quickly gone as a man can flee.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

The way I see it, it's impressive that they stay all night at all. Some men wouldn't stay around long enough to fall asleep with you and wake up with you in the morning.

[luxuryflower]

Do not say - men like you, Meyer? [She laughs.] How fortunate that your charm in other areas outweighs such a chip in your manners.

[recognize_an_opportunity]

Now, now, you know what they say about making assumptions. I didn't mean myself -- I like to think I'm polite in most ways.

[Not all ways. That'd rule out some of his less savory business.]

[water_wine_wizard]

Isn't that a bit of a contradiction in terms? Or am I missing something.

Personally the saint prostitute is a bit over done of a trope.

[luxuryflower]

I should think, sarcasm robs most terms of their logical meaning. Adding instead something much stronger. A chaos of interpretations.

[water_wine_wizard]

That and the written word isn't always that good at projecting verbal intonation.