“I just want to speak with your mother. I promise I will not hurt her.” Mariel tried to convince the blonde to get out of the way. She stopped in place for now, not moving closer, but also not moving back either.
Marlene nods to doorman, giving him grace smile. “Of course, we are going to follow rules of premises, that’s right Peter?” She gently stabbed her black guy with elbow, and confided entering the brothel. Marlene was kind of curious what was so special about this place to be locked from outsiders. This secret makes her excited about coming discover.
High quality wine warms Isabela's chest as she downs the decanter. The captain watches, smirking. If she's irritated, she doesn't betray it. "How...bold." She rolls her eyes. "If we're to skip the small talk, I'll state it plainly. You've stolen a great deal. From the Spanish crown, from several court notables, even from the church." She says as she makes eye contact with the pirate. "The damages come to a total sum of many thousands of reales. As I don't think we'll find nearly enough to repay it all in that ship of yours, the solution to me seems simple." She smiles, maintaining constant eye contact. "From this moment onwards, you are now property of the Spanish crown."
Spoiler: Persuasion Roll D100+10=86 The blonde frowns, continuing to keep his pistol pointed at Mariel. "Det er nok, min elskede." A feminine voice comes from within the room, and the door opens behind the youth. A woman leans in and whispers in his ear, and he reluctantly stands aside. Mariel gets a better look at the woman. "God dag." She says. "I am being Ida of Vendsyssel." Her accent is heavy, a pleasant sing song as she makes firm eye contact.
"Hngh. Yes...my lady." Peter grunts, as the doorman stands aside to let them in. Marlene's nose picks up the hint of fine spices on the air as she steps inside, finding the interior filled with scantily clad women and old and fat noblemen. An older looking woman moves towards her, walking crisply. "Buenos Tardes, Senora." "What delights have you come here to seek?" She smiles.
The words sent a ball of dread right to her gut. Memories of her husband from years ago threatened to well up to the surface. The life her mother sold her into. She couldn't stop a tear from escaping. "... As a privateer, right? Right?" She said in desperate hope
Marlene takes a look at all fancy furniture and priceless artworks around her. She turned around to older looking women. “Well, one of my friend recommended me this brothel, claiming it has something special, but she doesn’t tell me what it’s exactly, which builds my curiosity”. She said, wondering where it could be this pirate captain.
Mmm, she's hot! I'd love to spank her and pound her ass! thought Mariel as she got her first look at the woman. “Good day, madam,” the captain offered a polite greeting as she returned the blonde beauty's firm gaze, “what brings you here? I mean no offense, but you seem out of place on a ship like this...” she gestured around them, at the wooden walls of the ship her crew had boarded.
"Hah!" The captain can't help but let out a sharp laugh at that, eyes glinting with a sadistic mischief as she stands. "Oh, that's too amusing." Crossing the desk, she reaches out, gently but firmly taking Isabela's chin between her index and thumb, making her gaze up into her cold eyes. "Your sailing days are done."
"Indeed? May I know which friend, or would she prefer to remain nameless? Anonymity is of course important." The woman says crisply. "We have many special delights here to offer. But also a house rule." She smiles. "Female customers must wear some special garments in this establishment. It's a longstanding tradition."
"May we be speaking inside?" She gestures to the cabin. If Mariel allows it and follows her in, she sees a fairly bog standard sleeping quarters for a ship, but pretty nice compared to the hammocks the common sailors would be forced to sleep on, with a feather bed and writing desk, upon which a protected candle burns. "We are travelling to St Thomas. I am wife of merchant there." She says. Spoiler: Perception Roll D100: 87 She's a good liar, but Mariel's pretty sure she's being less than truthful.
“She would remain anonymous, but I can say she cooperated my interest in the ships”. Marlene says hoping for some kind of clues about pirate captain. “Oh? Some kind of traditional outfit for noble women? That is interesting. Some kind of jewellery or underwear? Please tell me more about this tradition. How it begins, why are you continuing practicing this tradition and all“.
Mariel followed the woman – Ida – inside, using the chance to check out the blonde's ass. Liar. The pirate captain did not let the thought show on her face, pretending to have believed the lie. “I see. And what is the name of your husband? Perhaps I have heard of him...” She asked, curious to hear the woman's answer.
Isabela slapped her hand away as fast as she could, tears now streaming down her face. "Never." Was all she whispered before she last out with a fist towards the Captain's head.
"Ahhh~ Yes! Just a little bit more~" The witch moaned out loudly, her thighs greedily wrapping around inquisitors head as she grabs her hips and slides inside of her burning with lust pussy. She slides her pale fingers into inquisitor's red hair, her slit leaking onto her greedy tongue. She felt her mind go blank from the pleasure, getting closer and closer to her orgasm.
