(D7 LA) A Rose by Another Name

[Jynessa Tremaine]

Jynessa looked over the man as he poured the wine and suppressed a giggle as she thought of her own sister being in this establishment. She returned to a shy demeanor when he came back and took the wine glass. "This may be an odd request but I wanted to ask you about something, or rather, someone."

[Eutimio]

The man murmured, "not strange in the least, just a blow to my ego to be unwanted." He pouted in an exaggerated fashion, voice sultry and teasing.

[Jynessa Tremaine]

"Your company is surely appreciated. I know a refined man when I see one," she remarked as she traced one finger along the rim of her wine glass. However, instead of taking a sip, she simply smiled at the man. "Do you know about a woman named Shana Crane?"

[Eutimio]

"Flatterer," he chuckled, and spread himself on the loveseat in a manner that was somehow entirely lewd, and yet dignified at the same time, his slim, muscular body futilely on full display. A flicker of recognition crossed his features, followed by one of confusion, "I don't think I do. Where are the Cranes from, exactly? I'm really only familiar with this part of the Reach."

[Jynessa Tremaine]

"Would anybody else know her then? Surely you have at least heard of her."

[Eutimio]

Eutimio sipped his wine, looking at Jynessa through long, dark eyelashes. "Do you think she might be a customer here? If she is, I must tell you that what happens behind the doors of the Blooming Rose stays that way. Besides, people use all sorts of false names here. Shana's not such an uncommon name around these parts, one of the whores goes by that."

[Jynessa Tremaine]

Jynessa let out a soft sigh. "One of the whores, you say? What is she like, then?"

[Eutimio]

Eutimio shrugged, "she doesn't work as much any more." He sniffed and drained his cup, "if you're so interested, I'll go get her."

[Jynessa Tremaine]

The young lady shook her head. "What sort of patron do you take me for?" she asked with a smirk, "No. I simply wish to hear more about her."

[Eutimio]

"I take you for someone who doesn't want any of this," he pouted, indicating to himself. "If you want Shana, who am I to judge? She's certainly no noble lady of House Crane, though."