Post by Bastille Amtrum on Oct 29, 2012 21:13:36 GMT -8
Bastille was dressed rather formally today. As it was, today happened to be the day Bastille would be making her first appearance as Kahleesi in over four months. Her crimson hues blinked as she prepared to put in purple contacts. Her eyes would come out a deep midnight purple color when she reopened them. Her hair was up in a red wig and she wore a black leather coat. After applying lipstick, she sauntered over to the side and put on her sunglasses. Finally ready, she walked out into the light and onto the dock.
There would be a quick exchange as people stepped onto land off a small sail boat, and Bastille would join the ranks, bowing to a beautiful, long haired blonde who wore a rather elaborate red sun dress and a long black fur coat. She smiled at the red head, her own purple eyes staring at the one who had rejoined. She'd motion, Bastille would follow- they'd change clothes.
Bastille looked at the girl with a smirk. "Sir Mordred, you preformed well." She said brightly. Sir Mordred turned, taking off the blonde wig and letting down a tumble of red hair. She smiled back.
"Yes M'lady, it's been so long, I am glad you are pleased with my preformance....I admit I am not as well adjusted as you are to such roles"
"But, you ARE a good actress, and thats what counts" She said, taking the blonde wig from the girl and slipping it on herself. They were now in a cafe in dragon territory. The others were outside adjusting the shop for business while the girls 'collaborated'. The other 'lovers' knew of their exchange in personalities- they knew that mordred had been scouting out new land in perhaps a more unexplored place. She'd even said there was competition. They also knew Kahleesi and Mordred often switched places- and that no one else was to know.
Once Mordred had finished changing she called in the others to help the Kahleesi get ready. Bastille had the blonde wig on, her hair extending down to her ankles. Make up hid her dark cracking eyes. They all formally began to help and exchange information. Mordred and a few of the extra girls or "hostesses" came in to help their boss get ready. In the end Bastille stood as Kahleesi, fashioning a red dress, with a black kimono over top. Her hair was in a mess of braids and wavy hair around her shoulders and lower back. Half of it was pulled back from her face. She smiled at her reflection and nodded.
"It's time to go meet the competition" She grinned and she turned towards the door. "Stay here, set up shop and arrange for safe passage for some more volunteers and escorts." She smiled suddenly. "I'll go play with our neighbors."
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Bastille would go up to the place she reasoned to be the pleasure house. She would knock on the door, dressed as Kahleesi, and a smile on her face- a rather smug smile.
There would be a quick exchange as people stepped onto land off a small sail boat, and Bastille would join the ranks, bowing to a beautiful, long haired blonde who wore a rather elaborate red sun dress and a long black fur coat. She smiled at the red head, her own purple eyes staring at the one who had rejoined. She'd motion, Bastille would follow- they'd change clothes.
Bastille looked at the girl with a smirk. "Sir Mordred, you preformed well." She said brightly. Sir Mordred turned, taking off the blonde wig and letting down a tumble of red hair. She smiled back.
"Yes M'lady, it's been so long, I am glad you are pleased with my preformance....I admit I am not as well adjusted as you are to such roles"
"But, you ARE a good actress, and thats what counts" She said, taking the blonde wig from the girl and slipping it on herself. They were now in a cafe in dragon territory. The others were outside adjusting the shop for business while the girls 'collaborated'. The other 'lovers' knew of their exchange in personalities- they knew that mordred had been scouting out new land in perhaps a more unexplored place. She'd even said there was competition. They also knew Kahleesi and Mordred often switched places- and that no one else was to know.
Once Mordred had finished changing she called in the others to help the Kahleesi get ready. Bastille had the blonde wig on, her hair extending down to her ankles. Make up hid her dark cracking eyes. They all formally began to help and exchange information. Mordred and a few of the extra girls or "hostesses" came in to help their boss get ready. In the end Bastille stood as Kahleesi, fashioning a red dress, with a black kimono over top. Her hair was in a mess of braids and wavy hair around her shoulders and lower back. Half of it was pulled back from her face. She smiled at her reflection and nodded.
"It's time to go meet the competition" She grinned and she turned towards the door. "Stay here, set up shop and arrange for safe passage for some more volunteers and escorts." She smiled suddenly. "I'll go play with our neighbors."
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Bastille would go up to the place she reasoned to be the pleasure house. She would knock on the door, dressed as Kahleesi, and a smile on her face- a rather smug smile.
