litleballofspitefirebird

[litleballofspitefirebird]

She filed the name in her brain. " I like to know the names of the people down here." She waved a hand. "I'm Rose. " She said. " How long have you been here."

Seth was pretty much done with his meal when the cup came flying his way and he just about leaned back as it hit his plate. His eyes looked up and took on a shine of silver before they faded back to their usual hazel tint and he rubbed his tongue over his lips, frustratedly. 

“If you wanted to get my attention, a simple ‘Hello’ Would of done asshole. How about you come over here and we have a polite conversation… if you’re helium filled head can accomplish that.”

[litleballofspitefirebird]

" That could have hit him idiot." Rose yelled at the guard. " Not your place to cause pain." Rose looked at the boy in the cage. " What's your name boy."

Seth was pretty much done with his meal when the cup came flying his way and he just about leaned back as it hit his plate. His eyes looked up and took on a shine of silver before they faded back to their usual hazel tint and he rubbed his tongue over his lips, frustratedly. 

“If you wanted to get my attention, a simple ‘Hello’ Would of done asshole. How about you come over here and we have a polite conversation… if you’re helium filled head can accomplish that.”

[litleballofspitefirebird]

" You are very fortunate that I am not in the mood to deal with backtalk slave. How long have you been here?" Rose rolled her eyes at the swear.

Rose was in a mood. The short Phoenix usually was. She hummed as she walked into the Chateau. Hopefully there would be obedient slaves that she could play with. She entered into the cells . “ You.. Come here.” She pointed to someone.

[litleballofspitefirebird]

Rose was in a mood. The short Phoenix usually was. She hummed as she walked into the Chateau. Hopefully there would be obedient slaves that she could play with. She entered into the cells . " You.. Come here." She pointed to someone.

[litleballofspitefirebird]

Rose had ordered the slave she was renting to be dolled up. She had requested the slave to be brought up to her home. She heard a knock and opened the door. " Hello pet. Please come in. " She hummed. She slipped a tip to the guard for bringing the slave up.

          she’s been requested. that’s all the information the guard who has come to fetch her from her cell has armed her with. as she’s bathed and dolled up for whomever her company might be isla considers pressing for more answers, pushing her luck with the guard who’s been kinder to her than most, but in the end decides against it. now here she stands just outside of a room on a pair of ankle-strap stilettos, auburn hair falling in a practiced wave past her shoulders, and dress ( sage to match the shoes; thin straps, babydoll styled ) tapering just above her knees. lips stained a cranberry hue, cheeks a dusky pink, eyes done with a small shimmer and unlined save for a small swipe of mascara. a perfect porcelain doll presented as a toy for those interested in a particular kind of play. this isn’t her first time being sent up to one of the masters and though she looks prepared for whatever the night may bring, hands are still wrung nervously in the interim between the guard’s knock and an answer. it’s not easy for isla to project confidence when she hasn’t gauged a situation properly and that isn’t exactly possible from behind a door, now is it ? a small flutter of nerves, slight shifting of stance, and the girl awaits the door’s opening to reveal her company.