Hell. Honestly, Lucy always assumed she would end up here, but never really imagined that it would exist. Where else were harlots to go? Especially those with sins as large as hers? So this wasn't too great a shock. Much as she did with several of the large hits that came in her life, Lucy regarded this with quiet, calm and emotional detachment.
For as long as it could last. Seeing the salon, the chance to wear fine clothes and gussied up, she felt her apprehensiveness dissolve completely. She has always been fond of beautiful things and this place seemed willing to indulge that desire, all without a cost. Usually this would be several fucks worth of coin, but no. She was treated as though she belonged, as though she were posh.
Of course there was a brothel and Lucy inspected it in curiosity, her desire to run one never fully gone. Apparently though, such things weren't necessary in Hell.
"Why did the priests want us to fear this place again?" She asked, laughing as she took a long drink of wine.
II. Everybody Needs a Holiday
A bath. A bit of luxury when you came from the slums. Usually it was a bowl of water and rag that you used to clean yourself, but here...Lucy could soak in the water for as long as she wanted. Discarding modesty (because honestly, was it really needed), she bathed naked, wishing that it could be cream or milk instead. That was something she heard the rich ladies did, so why not her?
Strangers were regarded with more mild bemusement than anything else. Without the need to tup or earn a living, she didn't have to be on edge or hostile to potential culls. She could simply be herself.
"What happened exactly to bring everyone to this castle? The way it was spoken about, it seems as though this is a holiday."
III. Wildcard
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Lucy Wells | Harlots
Hell. Honestly, Lucy always assumed she would end up here, but never really imagined that it would exist. Where else were harlots to go? Especially those with sins as large as hers? So this wasn't too great a shock. Much as she did with several of the large hits that came in her life, Lucy regarded this with quiet, calm and emotional detachment.
For as long as it could last. Seeing the salon, the chance to wear fine clothes and gussied up, she felt her apprehensiveness dissolve completely. She has always been fond of beautiful things and this place seemed willing to indulge that desire, all without a cost. Usually this would be several fucks worth of coin, but no. She was treated as though she belonged, as though she were posh.
Of course there was a brothel and Lucy inspected it in curiosity, her desire to run one never fully gone. Apparently though, such things weren't necessary in Hell.
"Why did the priests want us to fear this place again?" She asked, laughing as she took a long drink of wine.
II. Everybody Needs a Holiday
A bath. A bit of luxury when you came from the slums. Usually it was a bowl of water and rag that you used to clean yourself, but here...Lucy could soak in the water for as long as she wanted. Discarding modesty (because honestly, was it really needed), she bathed naked, wishing that it could be cream or milk instead. That was something she heard the rich ladies did, so why not her?
Strangers were regarded with more mild bemusement than anything else. Without the need to tup or earn a living, she didn't have to be on edge or hostile to potential culls. She could simply be herself.
"What happened exactly to bring everyone to this castle? The way it was spoken about, it seems as though this is a holiday."
III. Wildcard
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