73rd Ymiden, 717
Buskerfest had happened this season in Rharne and there had been a number of advertisements for entertainers in the Inns and Taverns of Ilaren's City. Zana had been employed to sing clubs in the Glass Quarter. Not staying in one for more than a night or two, the man who was her 'agent' provided entertainers to the clubs, inns and taverns of Rharne. He was a useful contact to have and, more than that Zana knew that they needed the money.
So, she put on a nice dress, spent time over her hair and her make up and generally made sure that she was as attractive as she could be. Frankly, Zana considered it a moral duty when one started with a canvas this damn fine to make sure that she always looked the absolute best she could. She was Delroth's daughter, when all was said and done that meant a lot to her. Sitting in front of her mirror at home, she spoke into it, as she always did when she spoke to her father. "I'm going to sing tonight, Father. I'm going to do that looking as beautiful as I can and every woman there will wish she was me. Each man will wish I was his. In your name, I dedicate it to you, my father." The small glass ornament of a bird, the silver bird necklace and the small blue feather from her dream all were arranged in front of the mirror and she kept a blossom always there. Her altar to her father.
Zana paid meticulous attention to her make up, accentuating her eyes and adding just slight touches which emphasized the sultry look she was going for. Not innocent tonight, she thought with a smile as she added the last touch of red lipstick. Her hair she wore piled up in a loose bun; it revealed her neck and shoulders and added to the look of sophistication she was aiming for. The hair styling alone took her well over a break as she carefully attended to all angles, ensuring that there was just enough of her blonde hair falling down in wisps that the style was not severe. Eventually after over a break and a half, she was ready. "Do I make you proud, Father? I will do my best."
She had more to learn in terms of hair and make up, she knew, but, when she was quite sure that she had accentuated her natural beauty as much as possible, she made her way to the tavern in question.
It was nice, well appointed and clean. These were all good things as far as Zana was concerned. The owner, who she knew but she rather doubted remembered her, greeted her and pointed her to the stage where she was to sing. Zana nodded along, but did not interrupt him. He seemed like the kind of man who didn't appreciate being interrupted and frankly, she just wanted to get in here, do her job and leave.
The place itself was set up for small groups, round tables with plenty of space around them. There were small booths off on the sides, too and the owner told her that they had private meeting rooms. Depending on who was in there at the time, they might request an entertainer and she would prioritize them. Zana raised an eyebrow at that and the owner was quick to tell her no, no, he meant just singing. If she wanted to make private arrangements, he said, that was fine.
Zana looked at him with a slight smile, "You remember me? You were very drunk." He had been very drunk, him and his friends, but they had been no trouble and he was a cheerful drunk. Very drunk meant very cheerful. He laughed and waved a hand.
"Go get yourself ready. I was there to try and secure an arrangement with your boss. We cater to a lot of business men here, they stay here. They often ask about services such as yours and which are the best places to go." He shrugged slightly and looked vaguely embarrassed, "Drunk as I was, I knew it wasn't going well when I threw up on his shoes."
Zana smiled and nodded, "Well, I work for a more high class establishment now. Maybe I could introduce you?" He looked at her and seemed to be a little unsure. "The Lap is good, there's no doubt. But the owner lacks a certain vision. What harm will a meeting do?"
He looked at her and Zana recognized the expression, "will you be there?"
"Do you want me to be?" Her timing was perfect as she asked that and he nodded. Zana leaned forward, almost touching her nose to his, but not. "I'd love to be there," she whispered, "I hope it might be the beginning of a long term relationship." Then, as he leaned forward to meet her she turned and walked away, hips swaying. After she finished this gig, she'd speak to Theo. If he agreed, this could be very lucrative. Potentially.
So, she put on a nice dress, spent time over her hair and her make up and generally made sure that she was as attractive as she could be. Frankly, Zana considered it a moral duty when one started with a canvas this damn fine to make sure that she always looked the absolute best she could. She was Delroth's daughter, when all was said and done that meant a lot to her. Sitting in front of her mirror at home, she spoke into it, as she always did when she spoke to her father. "I'm going to sing tonight, Father. I'm going to do that looking as beautiful as I can and every woman there will wish she was me. Each man will wish I was his. In your name, I dedicate it to you, my father." The small glass ornament of a bird, the silver bird necklace and the small blue feather from her dream all were arranged in front of the mirror and she kept a blossom always there. Her altar to her father.
Zana paid meticulous attention to her make up, accentuating her eyes and adding just slight touches which emphasized the sultry look she was going for. Not innocent tonight, she thought with a smile as she added the last touch of red lipstick. Her hair she wore piled up in a loose bun; it revealed her neck and shoulders and added to the look of sophistication she was aiming for. The hair styling alone took her well over a break as she carefully attended to all angles, ensuring that there was just enough of her blonde hair falling down in wisps that the style was not severe. Eventually after over a break and a half, she was ready. "Do I make you proud, Father? I will do my best."
She had more to learn in terms of hair and make up, she knew, but, when she was quite sure that she had accentuated her natural beauty as much as possible, she made her way to the tavern in question.
It was nice, well appointed and clean. These were all good things as far as Zana was concerned. The owner, who she knew but she rather doubted remembered her, greeted her and pointed her to the stage where she was to sing. Zana nodded along, but did not interrupt him. He seemed like the kind of man who didn't appreciate being interrupted and frankly, she just wanted to get in here, do her job and leave.
The place itself was set up for small groups, round tables with plenty of space around them. There were small booths off on the sides, too and the owner told her that they had private meeting rooms. Depending on who was in there at the time, they might request an entertainer and she would prioritize them. Zana raised an eyebrow at that and the owner was quick to tell her no, no, he meant just singing. If she wanted to make private arrangements, he said, that was fine.
Zana looked at him with a slight smile, "You remember me? You were very drunk." He had been very drunk, him and his friends, but they had been no trouble and he was a cheerful drunk. Very drunk meant very cheerful. He laughed and waved a hand.
"Go get yourself ready. I was there to try and secure an arrangement with your boss. We cater to a lot of business men here, they stay here. They often ask about services such as yours and which are the best places to go." He shrugged slightly and looked vaguely embarrassed, "Drunk as I was, I knew it wasn't going well when I threw up on his shoes."
Zana smiled and nodded, "Well, I work for a more high class establishment now. Maybe I could introduce you?" He looked at her and seemed to be a little unsure. "The Lap is good, there's no doubt. But the owner lacks a certain vision. What harm will a meeting do?"
He looked at her and Zana recognized the expression, "will you be there?"
"Do you want me to be?" Her timing was perfect as she asked that and he nodded. Zana leaned forward, almost touching her nose to his, but not. "I'd love to be there," she whispered, "I hope it might be the beginning of a long term relationship." Then, as he leaned forward to meet her she turned and walked away, hips swaying. After she finished this gig, she'd speak to Theo. If he agreed, this could be very lucrative. Potentially.
Love is a temple, love is shrine, love is pure and love is blind.
Buy some love from the candy store. Get it on credit if you need some more
Buy some love from the candy store. Get it on credit if you need some more
