Floure
The young woman sat at the edge of the stage with her feet dangling back and forth. The performance had ended and the stage was being prepared for the next performer. The entertainers worked at a leisurely pace since the feast would undoubtedly go on into the early hours they were in no rush to send out the next act, lest they would run out of entertainment. The entertainment would be the only thing to keep the guests awake, that and a good drink. Floure was fanning herself furiously trying to chase away the heat that was tormenting her. The fan was made of black lace to match her gown and while it was equally beautiful it did nothing to cool her down, most of the air passed through the lace. After a while of fervent waving back and forth the young woman concluded that the act of fanning made her feel more hot. She would sprain a wrist if she carried on like this. Letting out an irritated sigh she flicked the fan over her shoulder not really caring where it landed.
It wasn't like she could keep any of the things they'd given her anyway. At the end of the night they would give her the coin she'd earned and they'd rather be rid of her sooner than later. Floure knew a thing or two about nobles and she knew exactly what they thought of her.
A common whore that's what she was to them, this wasn't her world. She belonged on the roads with her family. This was just.....a means to an end. Once it was safe to return she would be gone in the blink of an eye, leaving behind everything and everyone. She'd done it before. But she was on a royal feast for the sake of the Gods and she didn't want to ruin her mood by being all gloom and doom. It was high time to mingle and have a fun evening, maybe even earn some extra coin while she was at it.
Floure jumped of the stage landing neatly on the ground with a soft accompaniment of ringing bells. She realized she was still wearing her anklets. A smile appeared on her face being very amused with herself for some reason. The young woman shook her head and bent down to change back into her slippers. Once she was finished she wandered the floors, trying to see if she could spot someone familiar. The chance she would recognize someone was very slim for two reasons. She wasn't a noble and she hadn't been here that long. If she'd been around longer she'd usually recognize some of her clients from either one of her trades. As she walked she saw multiple groups of people taking amongst themselves, when she passed them they lowered their voices to a whisper. Gossiping about her no doubt, the shameless stares of many a man confirmed her suspicions.
Usually she was oblivious to it, used to the incessant attention but now it began to affect her. The way they looked, their eyes seeming to stare through her gown. As a woman who traded pleasure for coin it was strange she felt this way. But maybe it wasn't the fact they stared at her with hungry eyes, it was her loneliness that allowed her to feel violated. It was a gaping hole which opened and closed unsuspectingly. When it was closed, she was happy in the company of joyous folk but when it was open she felt it eat away at her. Without her family she didn't know who to turn to or who she was. Even in a room full of people she could feel lonely, like she did not belong. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around her body in an effort to comfort herself.
Floure walked aimlessly through the crowds, her eyes glazed over in deep thoughts of misery, her shoulders slumped. She'd turned from a joyful dancer into a sad excuse of an entertainer. Nothing could seemingly be done to lift her spirits, perhaps only the arrival of a Traveler brother or sister. Yet the chance of that happening was near non existent. She didn't pay any attention to where she was going and she found herself looking at the table where the princess was seated. It was the same princess who'd come to visit her earlier to have her fortune told. Only too late did Floure realize who else was standing with her, the commander of the Black Shields. The man she'd been evading ever since she'd arrived at Rot Donor. She wanted to move but she couldn't, somehow her body was frozen in place as if caught by a sudden frost.
What was she going to do now?
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