Ironsides Family/Bowie/Semi-Retirement Dance
Semi-Retirement Dance
Roleplay from Bowie Ironsides
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Bowie sat on his airy cherishing the landscape view from this height. He sipped a glass of whiskey and stretched his skinny old man legs out. One of the veiled beautiful maids came over.
"My Lord, do you require any more refreshments? Perhaps a fanning?"
He thought about it, "No thank you. It is windy enough and not that warm. I'll take a fanning later."
She smiled, "Enjoying yourself?"
It was a direct comment for a servant, but Bowie usually preferred to hire women with personality and charm rather than simple drones. He turned over to address her.
"Quite satisfied, yes. I'm semi-retired don't you know. Let the younger hands do the lifting. It's my turn to sit back and enjoy the show." He took a sip, "Speaking of which, was it you who had the belly dancing background or was that the other maid?"
She rolled her eyes, "It was me."
His smile radiated and he fixed his eyes on her. She put the tray down and began her dance. He clapped gently and swayed in synch with her hips.
Aaah, the good life.
Roleplay from Bowie Ironsides
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After the belly dance was over the maid sighed and sat down in a huff. Bowie was amused that she would reveal herself to be so casual in front of her master. In his younger years he might have been suspicious or even annoyed, but being elder meant he had little to fear and even less to gripe about.
"You are a strange woman, did you know that?" He mused. She smiled. She had dark skin like tanned leather and her eyes were almonds.
"Thank you, Lord."
"Where are you from?" He asked.
"I am from the Desert of Silhouettes. My family traveled here to escape the war between Luria and D'Hara. I am saddened by the news that it has gone rogue. This means that many of my people have been killed in unrest. I admit that I may know some of the leaders of the peasant band who now claims to rule that land."
He sat up with interest. He could not pass up a good history lesson, "Oh? Go on."
She hesitated with concern.
"Do not worry, child. Anything you say will remain with me. It will not leave this airy."
She nodded, "My brother is the leader of the revolt. For years he has been plotting the freedom of my people from the D'Harans. If the Lurians conquered the Desert, he would have plotted against them. When the local noble bloods raised your banner in D'Hara's place, Swordfell became the ire of his resentment. He is a strong man, but foolish."
"I see, I see. Why did you not remain then if your brother is now the man in charge? The Big Man of the Desert?"
She thought a bit before continuing, "Because...when he is...when the Desert is retaken by nobility he will be put to death. If we remained, you would put us to death too. So we flea his fate and seek a new life here in the mountains."
A perfectly understandable concern. He had to admit that she was beautiful, and young.
"Do you enjoy being my servant?" He queried.
"Back home, my father was a wealthy merchant. We had servants of our own. But when we fled, we fled everything. Our wealth, our manor, our status. It saved our lives, but ruined them at the same time. I do not mind serving you, Lord Bowie. I have heard terrifying stories about you but having worked so close to you, having watched you move about this stone castle and heard the things you say, you are no more dangerous than a temple mouse!"
Bowie laughed from the belly, "Is that so!?...Damn, have I lost my notoriety that fast? You'd think as I got older I would get worse not better."
She shared the laugh too, "Perhaps."
