Post by Avery Mondivarius on Oct 24, 2014 3:41:41 GMT -5
[attr="class","container"] When the fancy struck him, Avery indulged in some of the finer things in life, more than his underlings would've thought him capable of. Granted, most of his subordinates probably thought he wiped his ass with pinecones and opted for the musk of a bear in heat, but it wasn't his fault that the wilderness wasn't hygiene friendly. If it got between living and smelling nice (and it frequently did), he always banked on surviving and smelling nice later. But that didn't mean that he couldn't enjoy it. One of the things that his men didn't know was that he was a patron of the Maison du Jouir (House of Pleasure), a place as unscrupulous as its name might have suggested. Part bath house, part whore house, the Maison du Jouir was infamous. While visiting a brothel might not have surprising to some of the Wardens, what he did there certainly was. Rather than having a roll with the... (what was the politically correct term?)... ladies of the night, he opted for the house special, minus the felicitation. A long dip in the public hot baths and a full body oil massage, complete with a shave and a haircut. The girls at du Jouir were the best in town with their hands, and the service came cheap if you passed up the more... active manipulation of certain parts of the body. He even got a steep discount for being a regular and a Warden to boot. "Avery!" The Madame threw her arms loosely around him and kissed the air around both of his cheeks. "It's been too long, darling! The usual, or should I send one of my more eager girls over? We have this knew Antivan Girl I'm sure you'd adore. Or if girls aren't your thing, we recently got a Qunari from Rivain. The noises coming out of his room tell me he's satisfied every customer he's been with. I'll even throw you in a little discount, what do you say?" Grinning broadly, Avery looked equal parts impressed and amused. "If I was gonna have anyone, Désirée, you know it'd have to be you. And against that wall over there," the Warden Commander motioned to the wall of liquor behind the bar. "But it's just going to be the usual. Get Jolie ready for when I'm done with my bath." Walking past her, the Warden Commander slipped a few coins onto the surface of the counter and made for the baths, which were decently full, as they commonly were. Finding a spot near the edge of one of the less populated baths, Avery submerged himself to the chest and relaxed. The heat was great for the persistent aches of old injuries in a way nothing else was. Top it off with an oiled massage and most of the tension left his body. Which was exactly what he needed, considering he was going to have an audience with the Ferelden King soon enough. |