Escort Services ! [ Job | Deshitana ]

It was a cool breezy evening in the Capital City of Crocus, the night had just settled and yet the city had not yet died down. Initially because most of the restaurants and taverns were just starting to liven up for the night. However there was an additional reason for the business in the city. From the whispers echoing the streets, a very wealthy Duke was hosting a grande ball. Rumoured to be filled with extravagant decor, exquisite food and the richest of folk. A grande event, one that the middle class would line up outside just to see how was going to be attending.

Standing slightly forward from the onlooking crowd, Nessa stood, anxious clutching his silver leather pouch. She looked very different tonight, her white hair was styled on top of her head in a neat bun, with curly tendrils falling around her face, framing her features. Her make-up was light and yet enough to distinguish her features more than usual. With a long navy dress, a deep neckline that stopped above her bosom. Reaching all the way to the floor, a slight split along the sides.

Nessa heard Lazarus voice before she saw him, or what now appeared to be her. As Nessa glanced over her guildmate, her eyes glazed with a clear confusion. She swore the last time she had seen Lazarus, well Lazarus had been a girl and yet the person standing in front of her was all woman. Maybe it was magic or maybe Lazarus was just both. Nessa decided not to assume and simply smiled. ”Hey, I love your dress!” She told them honestly. Nessa couldn’t wear such a vivid red very easily, it clashed with her tones a bit, she could make it work if she tried but it was hard work.

After a moment a carriage pulled up and out stepped two noble gentlemen. Wearing very expensive and stylish tuxes. They approached them as the carriage drove off, spotting the girls they looked over them with unabashed inspection. The one closest to Nessa spoke up, his tone oozing with arrogance.

“Ladies, I take it you are our escorts for this little event.”

Nessa 's eyes narrowed at one of the gentlemen's comments, Plain...She thought angrily, PLAIN!. Her chest rose as she took a deep breath, feeling herself become immediately irritated. She crossed her arms over her chest, her pleasant expression now cold and slightly menacing. Her voice was quiet, and calm, loud enough just for the three of them to be able to hear her.

"Yes, Sirs. We are your dates for this evening, as you hired us to be. However, should we decide that this date is unsavoury or not to our liking. We can leave, and you'll spend the rest of this fancy ball dateless. And if we were to leave, perhaps, one might just let slip that we were hired by such gentlemen to be here, because they couldn't find dates of their own. Now wouldn't that be embarrassing for said gentlemen." She looked him square him the eye, daring him to challenge her. The guy next to her brought up his hands in a surrendering gesture.

"Now, now ladies. It doesn't need to come to that. Why don't we head inside and enjoy the party?" He said before shooting his friend a look that clearly indicated for him to behave himself.

The noblemen proceeded to lead the girls towards the entrance of the ball, exchanging polite conversation with fellow nobles on the way. Nessa, who had not long ago appeared cold and stony, had completely transformed to an elegant and graceful version of herself. A polite smile plastered on her features, she embodied all the techniques her Aunt had taught her on how to behave like an upper class woman. After having what appeared to be a reasonable enough amount of chit chat for the nobles, they led them inside. Nessa's date offering him her arm, she reluctantly took it, following him into the Duke's manor.

The Duke's home was as overly extravagant as Nessa expected it to be, after all why host such a grande ball if you didn't want to show off your walls, plastered with the most expensive paintings of art, frame in shimmering gold. Or entertain your guests with all the top quality butler and maids you could afford, carrying entrees of hor's d'oeuvres and glasses of champagne.

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Nessa’s evening continued to flow with boring uneventfulness, , pretending to care about the conversations going around her. Her date was not only pretty arrogant but dreadfully dull in nature. No wonder he hadn’t been able to get him own date. She would have loved to have gone exploring the party, living it up, she felt oddly that Aven would have been a good fit here. He on the other hand would've proved to be much better company than the bore that was paying her. He must of noticed her disinterest as he ended the conversation between another set of nobles and pulled her away.

“Can you dance?” Her eyes lit up in surprise, that had been unexpected. She smiled, and nodded at him. Wondering if this evening was about to take a more fun turn. He led her to the dance floor and the two of them began a little waltz. Nessa moved at ease, although she was a little bit better at the tango or a foxtrot, the waltz wasn’t that complicated and she carried herself gracefully with him across the floor. For a moment; she was almost enjoying herself. Almost.

He smirked at her, “You’re very skilled.” He said, and slowly she felt the hand on her waist creep lower, edging into a space she had not permitted him to touch. Felting her anger rise once more she leaned forward. Whispering in his ear. ”Any lower and you won’t be able to use that hand for the rest of your pathetic life. I’m a mage remember, and my magic in particular has a burning quality, would you care to feel the skin seared off your fingers.” She hissed threateningly. The hand rose up once more, back in a safe zone. She smiled once again as they proceeded to finish their dance.

Nessa and her partner mad her way off of the dance, she was smiling perkily, whilst he on the other hand looked very pale. He reached over to a passing butler and grabbed a glass of champagne of the tray. Downing it in one, she watched him as he did so. He turned to her, "I think that's enough for tonight, I'll tell people you've retired for the night. Full pay of course." She smiled, looking over at Lazarus.

"I'm not leaving without my guildmate." He looked over the other couple, nodding he walked across the room and appeared to share some words with his friend. Nessa walked over moments later. "Well This has been a delight good sirs, and I hope in the future should you feel the need the hire again you remember us." That was a lie, but she was playing the role. "However just some advice, if you want to find dates of your own. You may want to take good hard looks in the mirror, arrogance and flair mixed with a significant lack of compassion does not make for an ideal suitor." She looked over at Lazarus, a genuine smile on her features, "You ready to go?" She said happily, glad the job was practically done.