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OOC: Name: Ellysandra Belle Delacroix
Age: Nineteen
Occupation: French Courtesan
Needed: Any number of male patrons, specifically higher status or military. Takes place during WWII. Other women are invited as well. Just jump right in.
IC: Elle pulled the strings of her corset and tied it around her bed post the cold air coming in from her apartment window sending shivers down her spine. She walked forward, adjusting the back with her fingers while the bed post pulled on the cords. As soon as she could barely breath and her breasts were nearly popping out from the corset, she tied the lace in a bow. She examined the lingerie twice over. The white contrasting deeply against the black lace. With a simple nod she moved on to her next task. It was a simple routine that she had gotten used to, after three years of being a courtesan, there wasn't much else she could do to support her lavish lifestyle.
She rubbed the stain onto her lips, lining them with a fine brush to create the plump appearance. When she had finished she put on her dress, a more sultry version of the nineteenth century dress. She smoothed out the fabric and pushed up her bust. With one last check in the mirror she was on her way, ready to debut in the already established club of Moulin Rouge. The Parisian cabaret was a step up from her pimps former establishment and his roots here would help her gain a little more fluff for her lifestyle. Elle was one of the younger courtesans. Though what she lacked in age she made up for in experience.
After the death of her mother and the abandonment from her father, Ellysandra was forced to support herself. It all had started as what she thought was a date, but in fact that meal ticket simply led to rape. Since then she decided to give them what they wanted in return for something she wanted. She had figured out that the better she was, the more she received and therefore she honed her skills to near perfection. Though Elle had gotten tired of the life. Always sitting in some older man's lap and smiling just for a diamond around her neck.
She wanted more than this lifestyle. She wanted more than what her prostitution could offer her, but it was too late for that now. Finding love was not the job of a courtesan. She walked onto the stage her long legs peeking from beneath the slits of the dress. Her blond locks bounced with everyone of her graceful movements and as she took her position the curtain rose. Her eyes glittered with feigned excitement and she greeted the crowd with a blow of a kiss. "Bonjour my american friends!" She giggled and bent over as the applause and cheers started. "You are in for a treat tonight!" She exclaimed in her thick French accent and began her number.
Age: Nineteen
Occupation: French Courtesan
Needed: Any number of male patrons, specifically higher status or military. Takes place during WWII. Other women are invited as well. Just jump right in.
IC: Elle pulled the strings of her corset and tied it around her bed post the cold air coming in from her apartment window sending shivers down her spine. She walked forward, adjusting the back with her fingers while the bed post pulled on the cords. As soon as she could barely breath and her breasts were nearly popping out from the corset, she tied the lace in a bow. She examined the lingerie twice over. The white contrasting deeply against the black lace. With a simple nod she moved on to her next task. It was a simple routine that she had gotten used to, after three years of being a courtesan, there wasn't much else she could do to support her lavish lifestyle.
She rubbed the stain onto her lips, lining them with a fine brush to create the plump appearance. When she had finished she put on her dress, a more sultry version of the nineteenth century dress. She smoothed out the fabric and pushed up her bust. With one last check in the mirror she was on her way, ready to debut in the already established club of Moulin Rouge. The Parisian cabaret was a step up from her pimps former establishment and his roots here would help her gain a little more fluff for her lifestyle. Elle was one of the younger courtesans. Though what she lacked in age she made up for in experience.
After the death of her mother and the abandonment from her father, Ellysandra was forced to support herself. It all had started as what she thought was a date, but in fact that meal ticket simply led to rape. Since then she decided to give them what they wanted in return for something she wanted. She had figured out that the better she was, the more she received and therefore she honed her skills to near perfection. Though Elle had gotten tired of the life. Always sitting in some older man's lap and smiling just for a diamond around her neck.
She wanted more than this lifestyle. She wanted more than what her prostitution could offer her, but it was too late for that now. Finding love was not the job of a courtesan. She walked onto the stage her long legs peeking from beneath the slits of the dress. Her blond locks bounced with everyone of her graceful movements and as she took her position the curtain rose. Her eyes glittered with feigned excitement and she greeted the crowd with a blow of a kiss. "Bonjour my american friends!" She giggled and bent over as the applause and cheers started. "You are in for a treat tonight!" She exclaimed in her thick French accent and began her number.
