There was only one more hurdled to jump over. And that…. Was getting off the horse and not landing on her ass, least of all in front of these males here. Tarlaka didn’t recognize any of then, mercenaries perhaps a poor gang? Either way, that sword in there wasn’t theirs, and they looked like they were waiting, and if Tarlaka took a peek and found who she was looking for, she would certainly have made the trip worthwhile. Taking a deep breath, Tarlaka put on a steely face and got off her horse, wincing in pain because hey, she hadn’t been on one in months and hadn’t really done anything too active since she had her kid. Which she regretted now, she probably looked fat compared to what she looked like before, not that she <I>was</I>, maybe her cheeks looked a little more plump, and if someone were to look really hard, she had one of those ‘motherly glows’. No matter, she was working now, and, she was a more than a little irritated at him. So irritated, she could probably smack him if she saw him, but considering who he was, and who she was, and the fact that her job rested in his evil little hands… Slapping him was probably a bad idea.
She’d walked by all those other brothels on her horse, they seemed like the place that would recognize him on site. Meandering around, she noticed a place called ‘Peaches’n’Cream’ and she was more than a little disturbed. Blinking her blue eyes, that was when Tarlaka noticed a few men and a very familiar sword. After she got off her horse, she gave them a chilling look as she walked past, recognizing one even, before she went into the brothel. Her teeth were firmly pinching the inside of her cheek between them, and she almost didn’t want to turn the corner into a room to look around. She figured it was rude to look around in a place that didn’t even know that she was in it, but, screw them, she was doing a job and if that meant turning over a stone or two, that’s what she’d do.
In full body armour, probably to make herself recognizable, even though the wings alone would probably do a good job of that. Head up, back straight, wings pulled tight to her body so she didn’t knock anything over as she walked around the room, she had a polite smile on her lips even though she was trying not to look grumpy. Placing her hands on her hips, she walked into the room, and saw a very familiar head of red hair. A wide range of emotions rushed through her system, anger at him leaving them again was at the front, read to explode in oozing hate, but, that was quickly washed away by a burning urge to screw with him.
Brothel.
Knight armour.
Hmmm…
Mentally Tarlaka was grinning evilly, and she quickly undid her braid on her way to go sit on his lap. Silky black hair trailed its way in waves to the middle of her back, hanging on whatever piece of armour that it got stuck on. Putting on a sexy sway to her hips, and smiling in a secretive manner, she gave the lady a look and put a finger to her lips in a ‘shh’ type manner, the smiled reassuringly. Then, went and plunked herself in Akkiels lap, and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Then just looked and smiled at him.
�Hmm, looks like I get a pretty one today!� Tarlaka ran her fingers through his hair, and licked her lips, “ and with red hair! What a treat.� She shifted so her armour would dig into him uncomfortable, then just smiled at him evilly. “My name is … Daisy…� Obviously this little ‘lets harass akkiel’ thing wasn’t working out very well, nor was it very well thought out. “I’m one of the people here that pretends to be a knight to treat the current patron as a king, how ‘bout it, feel like being royalty tonight, babe?� Tarlaka, after taking off a glove, traced a finger tip over Akkiels lips while smiling mischievously. Tarlaka looked at the lady and smiled brightly before giving a steady sultry look/evil glare to ‘Mr. Tuyen.�