in regards to a certain letter;

[luxuryflower]

My - no, dear I won't call you, not in this - thus, to my writer,

There was no need, certainly, to write this letter of which we shan't speak further than what I now have to say. He will never receive it, neither will he read it and what use has paper, truly - simply lying about in a drawer, collecting dust and benefiting no one? It is a waste! A waste of words and time. I am a careful, if not cautious woman and you must know that I do not treat any familiarity with recklessness. Especially not Armand's and my relation. Consider... the power he holds over me. To this day.

Too much is at stake, my dear. Do not make me slip in this manner again, it shan't even be worded as a plea.

Kindest regards,
Marguerite Gautier

Comments

[luxuryflower]

A courtesan. A courtesan, Monsieur Duroc. I should have hoped the difference would not escape you.

[napoleonical]

A courtesan, then. [Smile gaining a bit of warmth.] Come now. Don't be upset.

[luxuryflower]

[She meets his eyes, looking every bit the 24-year-old that she'll soon be.]

Do admit that you have wronged me. I wish to hear you say it.

[napoleonical]

[... LOL.]

But I don't think I have.

[luxuryflower]

Then, you have not merely wronged me, but are in the wrong as well.

[Huff.]

[napoleonical]

I'm okay with that.

[luxuryflower]

There is a man in New Dodge whose recent network post intrigued me quite.

[napoleonical]

Oh?

[luxuryflower]

He advertised his cock in very unmistakable terms. Surely you must have seen it. [The slightest of pauses, then a small smile.] Ah, the post, I mean. Naturally.

[napoleonical]

[Both, actually. His life sucks.]

I did. What about him?

[luxuryflower]

One must wonder why he hasn't sought me out, if he finds himself in such desperate need. Wouldn't you agree, my dear?

[She makes no note of whether she would have accepted him into her bed.]

[napoleonical]

It's no great mystery. I told him not to.

[luxuryflower]

He is an acquaintance of yours? How... very apt, indeed.

[napoleonical]

Apt.

[luxuryflower]

From what I can gather, he seems both resourceful and useful, traits that I know how highly you treasure.

[napoleonical]

I do. Just look at you.

[luxuryflower]

What a compliment, my good Monsieur. Now, the question remains, after your little slip-up, shall I accept it as such?