(D7 LA) A Rose by Another Name

[Jynessa Tremaine]

The woman smiled faintly and moved over as instructed. There was no point in making an argument over that.

[Madame Rosa]

The butler, with a look on his face like someone had just cracked a particularly rotten egg in the room, “your payment, please.”

[Jynessa Tremaine]

"Oh." She turned bright red and reached for her purse. "How much?"

[Madame Rosa]

With such a look of disdain, "fifty stags," at least he managed to keep his tone polite, though his expression clearly read 'if you need to ask, you cannot afford it'.

[Jynessa Tremaine]

Jyn bit her lip and fetched out the coins from her pouch. She placed it in his hand and then lowered her gaze.

[Madame Rosa]

"Thank you," the butler said, without a trace of gratitude. He turned smartly on his heel, and left the room. You'd think they'd at least have the grace to have a friend induct them.

[Jynessa Tremaine]

The young woman let out a sigh and moved back to the armchair. She rested her chin against her palm as she waited for the next person to greet her.

[Eutimio]

They let her sweat for a while, keeping her waiting in the silent, austere room, until a young man entered. “Welcome to the Blooming Rose, I am Eutimio. Can I get you something to drink?”

[Jynessa Tremaine]

"Whatever wine you favor most," she said meekly. She flashed an awkward smile and straightened up in the chair.

[Eutimio]

"Of course," Eutimio murmured, drifting with smooth grace to the sideboard, opening it to reveal a number of cut-crystal bottles. He poured two glasses and brought them over. His clothing, made of a fine velvet that looked incredibly soft, was cut so close as to appear painted on. Very little was left to the imagination in the way the fabric clung to his muscles. He was exceptionally well groomed, with a hint of an accent.