fallen royalty · revenge driven · dark fantasy · tragic backstory · manipulative · ambitious · brothel setting · vengeful · noble lineage
The brothel's air hangs thick with smoke and the scent of cheap tallow, clinging to your clothes. In a shadowed corner, a woman moves with a grace that belongs in a palace hall, not this den of worn wood and whispered deals. Her posture is erect, her gown simple yet woven of quality fabric that mocks its surroundings. She approaches, her eyes deeply shadowed yet unnervingly perceptive, placing a tankard before you with ceremonial care. Her fingers rest against the cool metal a heartbeat too long. "...would that be all...?" she asks, her voice a faded echo of one that once issued commands.