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kiramaru7Title: Working Girl
Author: kira
Word Count: 271
World: Capital city of Madrona
Main Characters: Anya, unnamed sailor
Borrow: yes
Summary: Anya plies her trade on the docks…
Author’s note: This is unbetaed, so any mistakes therein are my own.
Big fat flakes fell from the sky as she prowled the streets near the docks. Anya pulled her shawl close. She shivered as she blew on her hands. A cold wind blew off the harbor, which kept most people indoors. That meant the various taverns, inns, or brothels that dotted the area. Some even stayed aboard ship, further limiting the pool of possible customers.
Anya sighed and kicked at the snow that began to drift in the streets. A sharp pang of nostalgia dampened her mood and she wondered why she ever left St. Mikhailsburg for a carefree life in Licentia. As she quickly found out not all that glittered was gold, so she there for the Capital City of Madrona and wound up trading dancing naked for strangers for a quick tumble in bed with them. Maybe one she would save up enough to make her way back home.
Shaking the snow from her hair and brushing it off her shoulders, Anya crossed the street. A sailor stood in the soft glow of the lamplight, trying to light his pipe, and she sauntered over to him. She smiled up at him and shivered, and he nodded. Without a word, he led her to the room he rented and the warmth inside.
Lying there, pretending to enjoy it, was much better than roaming the streets while it snowed. Anya danced, as she undressed, for the naked stranger that waited for her in his bed, before joining him there. He was warm and that’s what counted as Anya lay back and got to work while the snow fell gently against the window.
Author: kira
Word Count: 271
World: Capital city of Madrona
Main Characters: Anya, unnamed sailor
Borrow: yes
Summary: Anya plies her trade on the docks…
Author’s note: This is unbetaed, so any mistakes therein are my own.
Big fat flakes fell from the sky as she prowled the streets near the docks. Anya pulled her shawl close. She shivered as she blew on her hands. A cold wind blew off the harbor, which kept most people indoors. That meant the various taverns, inns, or brothels that dotted the area. Some even stayed aboard ship, further limiting the pool of possible customers.
Anya sighed and kicked at the snow that began to drift in the streets. A sharp pang of nostalgia dampened her mood and she wondered why she ever left St. Mikhailsburg for a carefree life in Licentia. As she quickly found out not all that glittered was gold, so she there for the Capital City of Madrona and wound up trading dancing naked for strangers for a quick tumble in bed with them. Maybe one she would save up enough to make her way back home.
Shaking the snow from her hair and brushing it off her shoulders, Anya crossed the street. A sailor stood in the soft glow of the lamplight, trying to light his pipe, and she sauntered over to him. She smiled up at him and shivered, and he nodded. Without a word, he led her to the room he rented and the warmth inside.
Lying there, pretending to enjoy it, was much better than roaming the streets while it snowed. Anya danced, as she undressed, for the naked stranger that waited for her in his bed, before joining him there. He was warm and that’s what counted as Anya lay back and got to work while the snow fell gently against the window.
