Tag: Sariel and anyone
A lone dame wandered around the ball room. She was of a willowy figure, her royal purple hair fashionably short. Her keen, golden brown eyes and soft lips were vamped up with make up, though most of her face remained hidden by a butterfly mask of gold, purple, and blue. It matched her simple, but elegant, sapphire frock. A smile was pasted on her lips. Most thought it was because she was being charming and cheerful, but that wasn't quite it.
Jazbel, my man, you have really out did yourself this time.
Jazbel could hardly contain his glee. Truthfully, he had been distressed to shave off his dazzling beard and beautiful mustache, but those could always grow back. Besides, this was part of a bet him and his currently employer were having. She was a bored Serendian woman who often sent him out to do the occasional bit of spying or gossip catching. As such, they sometimes had their little games and gambles, like this one. Ten gold coins if he could pull this off, ten. It wasn't the money that mainly appealed to Jazbel, tough, it was the challenge. So, he bought himself a ticket and dressed himself up nicely in her clothes. He even stuffed the bodice to make it seem that he had a small, but firm, bosom. The man had rubbed his body with a magical lotion from the market that took away the wrinkles and masks of age. He was forty, but with his mask firmly in place, he could easily pass as a woman in her late twenties, maybe early prime. At least, he'd like to think so.
His eyes fell upon Sariel. Well, the lad was a bit too young for him to properly tease, but he might be able to weasel some information out of him. At the very least it would be a little fun. He curtsied.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, sweetly as he got himself a glass of wine.
As he sipped, his eyes tracing Sariel's gaze towards Delith.
"She's beautiful and so young," he said, trying to hint envy and fish for a compliment.
