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No Sweeter Innocence Failed (Yet Successful) Experiments Mar 8, 76 63 Views
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Started by Damian Cassimer, Apr 27, 2018, 12:41 AM
Damian Cassimer
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Mage
3 Posts 21 Years Male 5'9'' House Cassimer Warlord Written by Lenara
Apr 27, 2018, 12:41 AM / 336 Words
This was probably a terrible idea. Damian realized that, mind. But ... no one would miss him for a couple of hours, and perhaps he'd never know if he didn't try. Still, this had to be his least thought out plan ever. ... To be fair, no one would look cross ways at a Cassimer going to a brothel, really. He was nervous about nothing, logically Damian knew that. But that didn't make it easier to push it aside and just... go with it. Of course, his nerves were more likely to draw attention to him than his presence.

... Logically he knew that, so why couldn't he just... calm down? This was rather a safer experiment than something similar under his father's roof. Damian took a deep breath and released it, willing himself to look calm as he made his way down the street. Damian kept his gaze steady, and reminded himself to look like he not only knew where he was going, but like he had a purpose. People paid less attention if you seemed like you belonged already.

It didn't take all that long to find the brothel he was looking for. This place had a relatively decent reputation, from what Damian understood. The nerves weren't entirely gone, but the young man had a better grip on them, at least for now. Of course, as he approached, Damian realized he had only the faintest idea of what he was even asking for.

...This was a terrible idea. Anyway. Ah. Right. Once it was clear he wouldn't be interrupting someone else - who might actually know what in the world they were doing - Damian approached the woman who seemed to be in charge. ... At least, from Damian's perspective. "I was wondering who you might have available."

That hadn't quite come out right. Damian decided not to backpedal on it, for fear of making it even worse.

Dimitrios
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Hume
6 Posts 16 Years Fluid 6' House Essair Slave Written by dragonborn
Courage is not the absence of fear. It is the decision there is something more important than fear.
Apr 27, 2018, 04:38 AM / 720 Words
That was a voice Helene hadn't heard before. Sounded young, though; probably, this would be this one's first, or one of his first, forays into patronizing a brothel. Well, these things didn't necessarily work on a particularly strict schedule-he'd chosen well for his first one, potentially someone rather important. Hmm. Was Kalix occupied? Ah, never mind, she'd just sent them a client a few minutes ago (and rarely ever did Kalix's clients only happen to be here for a few minutes). Hmm, that was a shame; after Axelius, Kalix was the best here. Well, there was Cassimer's girl, but she was busy. Ah, she was enchanting, that was also a shame.

Well, who was available depended mostly on what he was looking for. Yes, there were options, funny enough, many weren't aware of that, until they were speaking to her. She wasn't quite sure which direction this one might be better suited to-most of them, if they talked for long enough, she could pinpoint what they wanted, even if they weren't really sure. It was difficult to place a new voice with only a sentence.

She felt a slight brush against her elbow; Dimitrios, she figured out by his scent. He was new, here, and Helene was attempting to pass the particularly rough ones onto Kalix instead of him, as he still hadn't quite adjusted to the whole thing. Inexperienced patrons were rarely ever terrible... they weren't comfortable enough in the situation to be, just yet. Many were still exploring their sexuality, even, it was probable this one didn't even know what he'd prefer. Perhaps Dimitrios? If nothing else, Dimitrios' inexperience might, perhaps, make their patron feel a little better; he wasn't the only one with no idea what the hell he was doing, right? To be fair, Dimitrios had enough experience, by now, it may just be enough to get the young man to go with it. Yes, Dimitrios sounded like a better idea. He was, as she heard it, pretty enough even the ones she knew had a female preference expressed interest in him.

This was either very good for him, or very bad, but if he played his cards right, like Axelius and Kalix did, he might well charm a very powerful man or ten.

"You're free now?"
"I am," he answered, very quiet, keeping his gaze cast toward the floor.
"Perhaps you might be alright taking our newest esteemed guest?" Helene asked. "You'll be fine," she added, much quieter, only for the boy.
Dimitrios wasn't exactly jumping at that. He did glance up, for a split second; wait... wasn't... Cassimer, wasn't he? Well, if he was anything like his brother, this wouldn't hurt, at least. "I think I can." The only bright side was, he knew the other major houses; House Kenleigh technically counted as one of those, but Nero was always the star, Cyprian right after. Nobody remembered he and Andreas. With any luck, this one wouldn't recognize him suddenly.
"You know you can," Helene corrected, still quiet. "You can do anything you believe you can. Know it."
Right, confidence thing... Dimitrios was never terribly confident to begin with, but, he got the concept of it. It was just the execution he had trouble with. Confidence. Own it, it was easier, it was just a placebo but it worked.

It took a second, of mental pep-talk, but, Dimitrios managed one of those shy smiles the girls said was cute, tucked his hair behind his ear yet again in the last ten minutes, and waved a finger, indicating his apparent newest client should follow him. Unlike looser and more unrefined brothels, all the slaves here had their own room, and all clients were afforded privacy. Their clientele were very high on the social totem pole, and accidents occurred less frequently, but, they still did. Dimitrios honestly just hoped, if ever he was on the wrong end of one of those accidents, it didn't trigger his self-defense instinct.

Damian Cassimer
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Mage
3 Posts 21 Years Male 5'9'' House Cassimer Warlord Written by Lenara
Apr 29, 2018, 10:40 PM / 434 Words
It didn't seem to take long for the woman to decide on someone for him, without ever asking for any additional information. Damian was sort of impressed ... and maybe the slightest bit nervous about the fact. He wasn't sure what it said that he'd been easy to select for given he hadn't come here before. Or perhaps... it was possible that that was precisely why he'd been easy to select for, Damian supposed. Someone new didn't already have expectations, and it had possibly been clear that he didn't know what he wanted when he didn't make a specific request about the person.

The boy was pretty. Damian had to admit that. Incredibly attractive, in a way Damian had never really considered before. He supposed that answered the question that Damian had... almost been afraid to ask, honestly. Yes, he did have a preference for males. It didn't matter, of course. He'd still have to marry, he'd still have to be respectable. But he knew the truth now, and some might consider that worthwhile.

Damian... was perhaps more nervous now than he had been before. The young man hadn't really thought that was possible, but here they were, and it was happening. He took a breath, attempting to steady himself to an extent. He answered that shy smile with one of his own, and found himself struck by how lovely the boy's eyes were.

Right. Following, he should. Damian did so, somewhat uncertainly making his way after the boy.

He could do this, Damian knew that. As nervous as he was, it was kind of silly. It wasn't as if he didn't know what to do - though to be fair, it was likely to be a bit different with another man than it was with a girl, logistically. But the point remained that this was probably the least problematic place to not be entirely certain of what he was doing in all of Dalmasca. No brothel stayed in business long if too much got out about their patrons, after all.

... Despite all that, Damian was rather convinced this was a bad idea.

Was it strange to want to know his name? Damian supposed it might be, but he found that he did want to know. "So what's your name?" Damian asked after a moment of debate. Weird or not, he was curious enough to ask. And it couldn't possibly hurt anything.

Dimitrios
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Hume
6 Posts 16 Years Fluid 6' House Essair Slave Written by dragonborn
Courage is not the absence of fear. It is the decision there is something more important than fear.
May 01, 2018, 04:22 AM / 820 Words
As they made their way down the hall, Dimitrios thought he understood why Helene had given this one to him, without too much real debate; he was certainly older than Dimitrios, looked maybe around Nero's age. That stung, to think, but he'd have to get over that, sooner or later. He had a similar, sort of slender build, rather than a really bulky one, but Dimitrios liked those, for his own. At least this one wasn't half bad to look at, actually kind of cute, if he thought about it. Dimitrios wasn't normally attracted to others, of any gender, and sometimes he wondered what was wrong with him, that he didn't. The good news was, in a brothel, he didn't have to be attracted to them, he just had to sit there and make some token noises.

Kalix, of course, explained there was a little more to it, if he wanted to get up the brothel ladder, and start costing more, but, Dimitrios wasn't sure he did. If it weren't for the fact Andreas was somewhere, heck if Dimitrios knew where, Cyprian was probably around, too, he'd likely have figured out how to kill himself with his slave collar. Mom was gone, anyway. If his brothers were, too, then there'd be nothing left for him, here. Odd things to think about, even more odd that he didn't really seem to fully register how disturbing it was, even in his own head. Plenty of people had gone through worse than he. Lycaon and Valerius were on that list. His House falls and he wants to give up. But Dimitrios wasn't a Lycaon or a Valerius, and he never would be.

Which one was this, anyway? Obviously not Lucius; he'd come by a day or two ago, Dimitrios didn't remember, the days had started kind of blurring together. Certainly, he wasn't Marcus, so that left the younger son... what was his name... Damian? Hmm. Something like that. It wasn't really Dimitrios' job to know their names, and he'd never fully committed them to memory. Hopefully he wasn't much like Marcus... there were stories they told around here, about Marcus Cassimer, and how utterly terrible he tended to be, when he bothered to pay for sex slaves instead of just assaulting his political opposition. Cyprian could've had a field day with some of the things Dimitrios had learned, since coming here. Dimitrios probably had enough blackmail to bring down at least two houses, and severely damage three more. It wasn't like he'd have the opportunity to. It didn't matter.

"Dimitrios," he answered, turning a corner and nudging his door open. "But you can call me whatever you want." In some sense, he almost wished the brothel owner had renamed him something else, but then, his name was already pretty Dalmascan. Maybe the owner just assumed that was his slave name to start with. Annoying. House Kenleigh had a lot of enemies, of course, he didn't really want to draw attention to the fact he used to be a Kenleigh.

This was the part where he pretended he wasn't in pain. Dimitrios had started desensitizing to it, at least, but getting to doing things, it started to hurt, beyond the threshold of his already high tolerance. Keeping himself from grimacing was proving to be a pain in the rear. ... pain in the nuts, he supposed. Not that he had those anymore, either. This one seemed unsure enough, he might be one Dimitrios kind of needed to nudge into it, and he wasn't quite confident in his ability to do that, just yet. He'd watched Kalix, and taken pointers and tips, and talked to Helene, but no matter what he said, the actual confidence still wasn't there. Sometimes, his heart still hurt too much, to think around it, to breathe around it, sometimes the rest of him hurt just as much. He shouldn't complain. He'd gotten it easy.

And he hoped, Andreas had gotten it easier. Cyprian, too, if only because he'd already gone through enough.

Ah, Dimitrios was a tiny bit taller than him, he noticed, waiting until he'd followed him in, and closing the door behind them. Steadily, he closed the gap between them, but he didn't go to make the first move, just get tantalizingly close, gaze softening to that inviting look he had apparently picked up on his own. So far, that'd been enough, and perhaps it'd work here, too. Perhaps not, but, it was worth an attempt.

Damian Cassimer
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Mage
3 Posts 21 Years Male 5'9'' House Cassimer Warlord Written by Lenara
May 05, 2018, 10:10 PM / 569 Words
The younger boy really was lovely though, wasn't he? His hair was surprisingly long, but Damian had to say it seemed to fit him, somehow. There was an odd, almost androgynous quality to the effect it gave him, but Damian wasn't really complaining about it. It was a nice effect - it looked good on him, too. He really was hopeless wasn't he, alright, alright.

Marcus was not going to be pleased, if he ever found out about this. Not that Marcus was ever happy with anything he did, but this was likely to be particularly problematic. But this was not, Damian told himself firmly, absolutely not a time to be thinking of his father. This was a time to enjoy himself, to enjoy the short time he had with this one and figure out, in some sense, if his interest went beyond the shallow.

"Dimitrios." Damian repeated, seeming to test the way that sounded on his tongue. It sounded nice, being not difficult to say or anything like that. ... Call him whatever he wanted, pff, Damian had asked his name. But then maybe that was strange, he'd already admitted to himself that it could be strange and that he didn't really care. ... He didn't, mind - he had wanted to know the name and now he did. Dimitrios. A name to go with the lovely face. "Thank you." Damian's tone sounded genuinely appreciative.

He was still nervous, and Damian was sure the practiced eye of the other could pick up on that fact. He tried not to worry about it. This was one of the few places his nervousness couldn't be used against him, or at least not much. No one outside of the walls of the brothel would hear about it, or this place wouldn't have the reputation it did. He'd chosen carefully, deliberately. It didn't change the fact that he was nervous, but reminding himself of his own care in choosing this place did help a little.

Damian followed Dimitrios into the room, and some part of him was grateful for the door being closed behind them while another part was taken by an even deeper level of nerves. It was good to have privacy, but the closed door firmly reminded him of what coming here meant, what the expectations for his presence here meant.

The boy was very close now, close enough to touch with only the slightest movement. It hadn't taken much for the other to close the gap between them, and Damian made no effort to withdraw despite his obvious nerves. His gaze met Dimitrios' for a moment taking in that particular expression.

With only the slightest bit of hesitation, Damian brought his lips to Dimitrios'. He did not make any immediate move to push beyond that, seeming content to test for a moment with just a kiss. He wasn't exactly in a rush, and it was easier to take it step by step. One of those things that was less daunting if he didn't try and jump too far at once. Admittedly though, one of his hands did end up resting somewhere in the vicinity of Dimitrios' hip, he wasn't really holding tightly or anything.
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