i can’t believe it’s been a
year already. i don’t even know what to say.
to celebrate the birth of this blog, here’s a small follow forever of some of the blogs that i love seeing on my dash. not to be cheesy or anything but bts have really changed my life, i wouldn’t have met any of you without them. can you feel me cringing? ily ♡♡♡
There were many whorehouses in Airatara Bay, but none held at such a high caliber as The Oasis. Being in a port known for its friendliness towards pirates, it made sure to set itself apart from the other bordellos. It was more expensive, its ladies and gentlemen were cleaner and more skilled – willing to do almost anything for the right price (and do it well), and its placement was beautiful in its own regard. Tucked high on the upper levels of Airatara, The Oasis boasted its precarious positioning on the side of the cliff, overlooking the expanse of The Forbidding Sea.
Mostly captains and quartermasters were all that could afford the pleasures of The Oasis, but a few men (and women) were wise enough to save their shares when they heard that they would make port at Airatara Bay. Jenrin Redbane was one such man. He had visited The Oasis twenty or so times in his long life, and each time had been well worth the gold. Whenever the Sin’dorei heard his captain speak of Airatara Bay, he would send word ahead to ensure he would get the best room that his shares would allow him to manage.
This visit had Jenrin nearly vibrating with excitement as The White Widow pulled into port. He had managed to claim one of the top desired rooms and for an entire night. He had already cleared himself of his duties after winning a round of cards with that idiot Bernard Higgins. That man loved his gambling, and Jenrin could never figure out why – he was terrible at it. But it worked greatly in his favor this evening.
Not even half way up the hillside, and he could already smell the spice of the incense on the air, the bite of promising alcohol, and the floral perfumes. All of it made his head spin and a smile gathered onto his scruff-covered face. He had been at sea for far too long, as usual. He had held himself back from whorehouses at other ports, all to lead up to this moment. He hoped that his favorite would be available. Light knew he had it hard for Karaena, he had since he first laid eyes on her. She was tall for a human, slender of waist and round of hip. Her lips were always painted a deep rose red and her dark hair was always in curls with petals pinned into it. Rose petals or something. He could not care less. All he knew was that the woman knew how to touch him and he could not get enough of touching her.
By the time Jenrin reached the top of the Airatara, he had begun to whistle a shanty to himself and straighten his clothes out. Licking the palm of his hand – clean, for once, since he wanted to make sure the bordello would not turn him away – he smoothed back his wheat-colored hair and stood straight. There was no concealing the grin across his face, though he tried to subdue his excitement somewhat, even as it began to bubble closer to the surface upon his approach of the wide double doors.
Light glistened through the shutters on either side and music drifted to Jenrin’s ears, a faint promise that the night was just beginning and would be far from a disappointment. A promise that grew louder and more inviting as he yanked the large doors open.