Naturally, she was too good to actually be working in this place. But nobody needed to know what now did they? Korbane flicked a haughty eyebrow around her surroundings from her hiding place in the hallway as she lounged against the wall, body posed seductively. Hey, if she was there, she needed to look the part. Still, she had much more material covering her body than most of the other girls. She thought her own exotic beauty was enough - she didn't need to go flaunting it. Men found it themselves.
Korbane let out a sultry purr to a man passing her. The man instantly turned, picked her up and pressed her hard up against the wall, hooking her leg around his hips. Her skirt hitched, showing off her thigh to anyone in plain view. She lowered her head, brushing her mane of hair back from her face and growled into his ear. "Who is he?"
"The man with the cat."
Korbane peered coyly across the man's shoulder. There he was. The slight little thing petting a cat. "You want me to kill him?" She murmured back, her lips brushing against his neck to keep up appearances.
"Indeed."
"Why?"
"Since when do you ask questions?" He pinched her, and she scowled.
"Don't push it. You may be hiring me, but you never, ever, bite the hand that feeds you." She lowered her hands down the mans back, breathing hotly. "Understand, bastard?" He dropped her then, feeling the power in her words. Her reputation was formidable for one so young. He leaned over her one more moment, and left her with the words "Three hundred. Gold."
Boy oh boy, whos missus did you mess with? Korbane thought with a raised brow at the boy on the settee, when her employer had gone. Never mind. Lets just get the job done, shall we? With that thought, she sashayed over to Monnayage, bare feet soundless on the floor boards, her hips swaying and, dark red skirt swishing about her knees. Truth be told, she looked expensive. And she knew it.
Game time.
As she neared the boy, she began to wobble a little, fanning herself with her hands. "Oh... Oh, I feel..." She neatly folded herself in Monnayage's lap, disrupting the couple to his left with her legs. Her eyes rolled closed, and her head fell limp against the boy's knee.