Sparnas

Little bird

Rosso told his chauffeur to go to Maisas Swarzen, his favorite brothel instead of going back to his office. Dimma had ruined his day. He requested his favorite whore, Pango, a buxom BlackWing with golden hair and green eyes.

The brothel was built with the pre-Great War style. It had an over the top baroque ambiance with most of the furniture and decorations were gilded with gold. The lounge room was decorated as lavish as a RedWing aerie. The light was low, there were plush high back lounge chairs lining the walls but no one was sitting there. Maisas Swarzen's was a legitimate brothel, the license was obtained from BlackWing guilds with the authorization of the Senate.

He headed straight to the bar where Maisas Swarzen was tending. Several ladies were sitting on the stools, they stood up and gave him a curtsy. He was not interested in them. He ordered a bottle and told Maisas Swarzen he wanted his usual. Maisas Swarzen gave a smile to one of her best clients. She checked her ledger and told him that his usual was available and he could go right in.

Sweet and sensuous floral scents greeted him as he entered Pango's room. She was lying on her plush four-poster bed wearing next to nothing. Her smooth mocha skin was on full display. Rosso flung his robe on the floor.

Rosso poured wine from the claret he had bought at the front and drank it. He sat on the edge of the bed. "You look glum, Maistras Rooi." Pango knelt and started massaging his shoulders and neck. "Awful day in office? You work too hard." She purred.

"That bastard Dimma shamed me in front of Beltzak's patrons. He will get what he deserves, mark my word."

"Oh, how terrible! I apologize on the BlackWing's behalf. We're not all barbarians, you know." Pango began undressing Rosso. She unbuttoned his red doublet and took her time with his shirt.

"He had the nerve to berate me in the full view of all Beltzak's patrons. I would have beat him to a bloody pulp if there weren't so many Brothers in there. Those Brothers are cowards, always in flocks. Always backing their own kind. They don't care if I was on the right. If I touch Dimma they would pound me to death. They should fear what is coming for them. Times are changing, and the outdated Brotherhood should be gone."

"And he is trying to steal my betrothed from me. The nerve. He thinks I can't see the way he looks at her, his stupid smile that birdies wet their panties for, his idiotic winks. I told him to make her like me. I told him Liath is to be my wife!"

"You never told me you're engaged."

"I'm about to be, but don't worry I'll still be here warming your sheets." Rosso turned and kissed Pango hungrily. Pango pushed him softly away. "Massage first, to untie all the knots in your veins." She walked to a little shelf filled with scented oil bottles, incense sticks, and lotions. She chose a purple bottle. It would make him sleep like a baby while she was massaging him. He would wake up better with her beside him.

"When I marry Lady Liath I'll be so rich I can buy you from Maisas Swarzen. You can be my mistress. I'll buy you a mansion on your own private isle." Rosso lied on his stomach. "Wouldn't you like that, you little BlackWing whore?"

Pango straddled him, naked. "I would like it very much. Then you won't have to share me with your father." She whispered. She saw Rosso bunched his hand in a fist. Before he could erupt she lay on top of him and whispered, "You are way bigger. Better than all the sparnas I've been with. I'll be honored to be your mistress."

"If only Lady Liath is as naughty as you. She is very bland. Maybe after we marry I'd let Dimma have her. That cock. I think he wants her. He's always stealing my birdies. Thank Atavus you've never met him." Rosso said. "Have you?"

"Never. He never comes here, what makes you think he can afford me? And I hear that he never visit other places if he wasn't with you. Most of my girl friends are scared of him anyway. He never smiles, never reacts. Like he has a stone mask over his face." When Rosso kept quiet, Pango continued, "Anyway, you should work less. Your veins are all knotted, no wonder you are stressed."

"My father is meeting with the mine owners, including Lady Liath's father. The strikes at Morsterra are getting worse. Our mine has been closed since two weeks ago. Those ungrateful bastards. I was supposed to sit in the meeting but I bolted. Dimma ruined my morning. I can't go back to the office and listen to old sparnas babble."

"What is he so angry about anyway?"

"About the arsons! A fire broke out at Pilkas and their Grand Lodge at Castrum. I can't tell him anything, nobody cares about the fires. Then he accused me of telling Lady Liath about it. So what if I do? He takes his Brotherhood too seriously, it's annoying."

"Fires? That's scary. Was anybody hurt?"

"No. The Pilkas just had their library torched. No loss there. I don't what the deal is about. He told me that it was a Brotherhood matter. Why is Dimma so concerned about secrecy? Who cares! How am I going to get information if I don't tell people about it?"

"You don't need to open your big mouth if you open your ears," Pango said.

"I think I've heard that somewhere, who said that?"

"I was just talking out of my butt. Don't mind me." Pango turned Rosso on his back and began to massage him. His snores could be heard not ten minutes later. Pango lie down beside him and took out a book from her nightstand. She hoped Rosso would sleep until the end of her time. Maisas Swarzen told her he had only booked for two hours.