𝐒𝐞𝐱 & 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞 - [GirlxGirl]

Absence of Justice

RECAP OF CHAPTER EIGHT-TEEN: Lord Baelish invites Dawn to come with him to his brothel, uneasy about it, she still goes and finds herself being introduced to a woman — a whore named Lynora Hickleber, claiming she is from Mitharros herself, Dawn decides to give this a chance and figure what "The Fallen City" really is.

CHAPTER❖NINETEEN

I sat across from her, the chair was not the most comfortable compared to the red keeps chairs, the King of his brothel had let us be, just alone—but yet not too alone, there were no such thing as doors here, just transparent curtains and hanging beads made of what seemed like red onyx. This man wanted something from me, I heard many things about Lord Baelish, but I assume it was the high sexual feelings he must always feel, always on the search for women to add to his collection for the sake of his whore house, but I was not to give in. I couldn't trust Lynora Hickleber, whoever this woman was knew Lord Baelish, whatever I tell she might inform, and I made sure to be careful with my words, Thank the Gods, I could be right, this is nothing but of what it seems to him and not the truth, without knowing that this could still help me know more "You are not one for conversation, are you?" Lynora says, crossing her nude leg over the other, wrapping the robe over and up to her neck, but the beaming moonlight flashed through showing a bit of parts here and there. An accent, it was deep and different from what I've ever heard, I felt like I knew her but I have no memory of it, or mayhaps it's the hope rising in me that I'll finally have some closure about all this for once,

I gathered myself "I have never met someone from Mitharros" I said, feeling questions starting to form and needing to come out like vomit, but I needed to start slow for my sake "Your accent, it's not --"

"It's not what? Westerosi?" she intervenes with a grin, her face was made for mischievous grins, she had a wide mouth with thick lips, her chin shaped like a woman's ass with a thin jawline that would fit in a man's cupped hands, the longer I viewed her the more I began to realize why this brothel was doing very well, men liked to fuck beautiful woman -- beautiful foreign women "I am from Lys" she admits, a Lysene woman? It would have explained her eyes, but her skin said otherwise "I was born in Lys and sailed to Westeros when I was only twenty-and-thirty" twenty-three? "It's a great city, Lys. I left to my own reasons, I did not plan to stay in Mitharros, but I stayed long enough, whoring my way" she admits, curling her dark hair with her finger "What business do you have with the city?" she asked.

"I'm a curious person" I tell her, the older woman only grins again and sighs with it, telling me with body language she wasn't falling for that foolish lie, something I also lacked with, the only way I was skilled getting away was when I killed without anyone seeing me like Nicholas had taught me "In the keep, things get boring, you clean all day and night long, it feels like they purposely leave their mess behind for the maidens and servants and sefs to clean, reality is highborn men are used to being a mess, everything is done for them since they were suckling babes, books help escape that mess"