The Autumn Festival in Falkenrath was always a favorite of hers. Though it had been years since she had been there, many fond memories of her childhood were created here. That was, until she was 'old enough' to begin her training, and just like that, she managed to vanish from the social elite. But now was her time to come out in graces, and re-introduce herself to society as she was 'coming of age'; and also, to begin her training more properly in flirting with men. She might not be old enough to bed, but she was certainly damn close, and her 'Madame' reminded her well of that.
"How well you do tonight, and the many nights after this, will help string along men who will be intrigued by you. Your first purchaser will indicate your status and how well you will do as a courtesan, Renna, so keep that in mind and eye up the most lonely men with the largest of pockets. Keep in mind, just about every man tonight will be 'for sale'."
The words echoed inside her mind as the carriage rolled down the muddied path. Thankfulyl she had brought a second pair of shoes, for her first had gotten quite covered in mud, and it would not do to show up with dirty shoes on her first day of public acknowledgement. Though she was budding into a woman, she was still getting used to the idea she had cleavage, and idly played with her corset and pushed her smooshed, ripe boobs up even more.
"Stop playing with those," Aunt Maudy reprimanded with a frown. Blinking, Renna turned to peer up at her Aunt with those crystal blue eyes of hers.
"But they seem about ready to pop out."
"That's the idea," Maudy said wit ha subtle smirk, then glanced over at the Brennick Manor house as it rolled into view. The trees were already bleeding into the colors of autumn, and as Renna Parnissa Catriste stepped out of the carriage, her lovely, autumn colored, apple red hair stood in beautiful contrast to a set of yellowing trees behind her. Her dress, a soft hue of sea foam, hugged her body in just all the right ways, and gave just enough advertisement of her cleavage to allow for men to salivate.
And that's just seemed to be what was happening as she waltzed into the room on her Aunt Maudy's arms. So many men and women were looking her way; and men of all ages and sizes. She smirked at the youngest, and was uncertain how to accept the stares from the eldest as Maudy discretely elbowed Renna on the side.
"Smile at all of them dear," she informed her, keeping her chin held high. "Remember, 'all' of these men, are for sale. You just have to be sweet, play up your naivity, and bat those long painted lashes of yours."
Renna swallowed down the knot inside her throat, feeling her hands become sweaty, a fact Aunt Maudy did not ignore as she frowned.
"And do keep those sweats in check. You do not want to sour any first impressions today."
Renna nodded, smiling sweetly towards all of the men when a familiar face was spotted amongst the crowd. If it wasn't Brandur Brennick, whom she had taken great efforts to in her youth to chew out for tormenting her only closest friend during her child hood, a boy whom she recalled in that moment as her blue eyes swept the crowds, seeking out Oakley.
What would he look like now? It had only been what- four or five years since they had last seen one another? She could not even recall, but he was the reason why now she sweat. She had communicated with him discretely via letters, though lately, the letters had been few and far between, and she hadn't even mentioned to him she'd be here today.
Then again, their last letter was over 6 months ago.
Too bad for her, (or perhaps, luckily for her?) a man had caught her attentions, and soon Renna found herself immersed in a long winded conversation about the silk trade. So this man was a merchant lord.. interesting enough, and Renna tried to play it off as best she could she knew what she was talking about. And sadly enough,s he knew enough about business and trade (due to her Aunt Maudy's expert advise and training) to be able to hold a conversation of her own. It seemed, by the way the man was smiling at her, she might have herself a first buyer, though it still hadn't quite settled into her about 'what' she'd be giving away, though she had seen enough 'education' on the matter of sex and breeding to have a portion of her prudence already watered down.
Even still, Renna was still as young, youthful and naive as ever, and perhaps it was this that helped win her over several other men of interests. Not only had the silk trader wanted to dance with her and speak in the gardens later that night, but a few lesser nobleman were flirting it up with her as well. ANd a few older ones, too. She had almost too many men now flirting with her that she was almost runnning out of memory space to recall them all. But still, every once in a while, her blue eyes would scan the crowds looking for any sign of Oakley.
Then there he was, or what she thought was him, and found herself suddenly excusing herself from all of the commotion in the corner. But as she tried to rid herself of one set of potential 'buyers' she almost ran into the first man again. Feeling trapped, Renna did the only think she could think about to escape from the 'Sea of Men' as she discretely dropped to her knees and crawled underneath the table.
Thankfully no one had spotted her as she crawled around on the ground, and thankfully the floor was clean so her skirts would not get dirty. Thank Gods this was the upper class. Sighing, she took a moment to collect herself before peering out curiously from beneath the table over to where Oakley awkwardly stood.
A wicked grin crossed her lips as she thought of all of the childish things she could do to him in their first greeting after so many years- but whihc was the most fitting? Steal a frog from the gardens and put it down his pants? Trip him lightly, steal his shoe and refuse to give it back all evening so hed' have to suffer without it?
But speaking of shoes, another, yet familiar pair stepped in front of where she was spying on Oakley as she gasped.