Forums

[1 Mel @melpomene Moderator]

It was rather natural to become enraptured in the moment. The singing of shanties and the tales of riding along the great seas was often what overcame the various nights until they all ran together, night after night and became simply one long looming darkness that all rounded out in the back of her mind. Men and women both she had sat on their laps and laid her head on their chest, waiting until the inevitable moment she was brought upstairs. Sylvie herself only took the most brilliant and richest of them, of course, those that she spied greatness lingering within, with just the right amount of lust that she could use to earn herself some coin.

Or oblivion so that she may steal just as much. Either way, it was her tavern now, whether all eyes were on her or not. She had only need glance about to see some of the other girls working their charm as she had taught them to some of the lesser of the crew and bar men who seemed like they would be loose with their coin. But her attention always came back to the captain whose lap she so ceremoniously used as a throne and tucked her head against her shoulder with a stunning smile, fluttering her lashes.

“Oh… someone of such renown wants to know my name? A lil old barwench… I am far more interested in you.” She let her fingers dance around the woman’s collarbone for a moment before she seemed to make up her mind and shrugged.

“But I do suppose… you will need to know what name to whisper into the firelight tonight. So you shall know, it is Sylvie and I hope to hear you say it many times tonight. I do hope your busy life can find time for me?”

She may have been laying it on thick, but Sylvie had always been one for the dramatics and she did not shy away from such now. But… perhaps this could be quite a fun night should she so choose to enjoy it. She did love getting others’ skin and seeing them come unsettled from her affections… just as much as she liked getting beneath their skirts.

 

[1 Mel @melpomene Moderator]

Granted, they are all very high quality stick figures.

 

I wish all spiders would cease to exist post haste.

[1 Mel @melpomene Moderator]

A crowd always brought forth the lady of the night.

The tavern was always bustling with possible clients and those familiar knew Sylvia by name. Their red lady marched along without fear and a head held high against the ever-changing tides. There was no doubt that whenever such a fuss was worked up by the local patrons she would be out on the prowl, sharp gaze striking around her hunting ground as she slipped down the stairs in her form-fitting dress.

The story was entertaining.  She could hand that much over to the maiden sitting at the center of this tale. It caught the ears of all and presented a tale of suave swordsmanship and quick thinking. Oh what lovely ways she danced in their minds. Sylvia had watched from above at first, eyes trained on this captain as her red hair tipped from the bannister, watching for her next prey with sharp eyes until it presented itself. Man or woman, anyone who wanted to stand center like that demanded her attention. Even if this captain didn’t have money… she certainly would bring the attention of someone who did.

Sylvia sauntered through the crowd, expertly dancing through bodies and slipping through gaps, displaying her dexterity and flexibility as she floated through the crowd.

No, she wanted eyes on her. Her finger reached out, beginning to slowly stroke across the back of the captain’s shoulders as she stepped around into view.

“Oh what a story!” She purred lowly as she came sweep herself closer so she was pressed against the captain, holding her hand open for a drink and then taking it in one smooth motion. “And what a woman to tell it…” She pressed the drink into the captain’s hand as she invited herself into her lap, pressing them both tightly together as she hummed.

“You can’t be done now…” She pouted, batting her lashed as Sylvia’s finger came to delicately dance on the captain’s collarbone. “The people want another.”

Then she leaned up to whisper in her ear. “I would like another. Tell it for your darling little Sylvie?”

At the very least she was sure she would get some coin tonight, casting an eye over to others and catching their hungry eye for a moment before flicking back to this captain. No matter. As long as she came out with a profit, today was a success.

[1 Mel @melpomene Moderator]

https://i.pinimg.com/564x/37/63/88/37638827d54632082b581d48098f653d.jpg
Name: Sylvia (Sylvie) Yvonne
Age: Twenty four
Position: First Mate
Gender: Female

Personality: Sylvia is an enigma hidden behind a sly smile and mirthful eyes. Those who do not like her say that chaos is at the epicenter of her person. On the outer rim is flirtation and seduction. She keeps a close knit friend group and a wide network of contacts, but is known to do things ‘for the fun of it’ being her only logical explanation. It is known if you leave her alone for too long, she will end up with her tongue in someone’s mouth.

History: Sylvie never had a life she would consider honorable. Born as a bastard child of a low-born wench and nobleman that didn’t give a rat’s arse about her, she was raised by a heart that loved and hand that bled. Her eyes always hungered and her fingers were sticky, clammering on to the nearest food item and holding it dearly. Bread, half-rotten fruit, moldy cheese, starting with things none would miss and moving on to that which they would. But she was always too far away by the time they noticed. Her mother warned her, but Sylvie was hungry and a child. And hungry children don’t listen. Neither to teenagers desperately in love and clinging to the first boy that thought her pretty and more than just a little urchin. A merchant’s son with money to spare and sweet words to get her to follow him from home on false promises. She would be his wife, he would teach her to read, he would take her traveling.

She suffered the knowledge that love runs dry as fast as the heated lust of teenage pleasure does. And he was quick to shove her back on to At eighteen Sylvie was pinching for coins with every dance that swayed her hips. Landing in the laps of rich men and taking their eager touches alongside their coin pouches. It ended up that in a drunken, sleepy stupor men were easy to steal from. And Sylvie was popular. A winning smile and the right words had men falling at her fingers, begging at her feet. Such power was intoxicating – but she wanted something more. Her success led her to becoming the right hand of the mistress, deciding what men went with who, keeping women in line, and pregnancies to a minimum. With their coin she began to gain traction in the outside world – save up to travel, learn, earn her keep and find a path for herself.

It was a long journey here, but… she is thinking of getting herself on a ship of some sort to see the world in all of his glory. It was her plan. And for Sylvie, all that she desired shall be so

[Author]

Posts