Post by AZOR MARTELL on Jul 16, 2015 20:18:05 GMT
Whores dreaded the arrival of Hans Tully.
There was a mixture of both pleasure and pain to be had whenever he was near, an odd combination that no mere coin could adequately accommodate. Having left his wench of a wife in Riverrun to oversee other affairs as he took up his duty to the king, the new Master of Coin hadn’t hesitated in finding solace and comfort in the beds of other women. It wouldn’t do for him to force himself into the bed of an actual lady, particularly before building a respectable repertoire with the commoners and so for the past day he had hopped from brothel to brothel, sparing no coin in his voyage of indecency. Some had been able to endure his rough touch while others likely still lay strewn about the capital somewhat broken. It was absolutely splendid.
Emerging from a brothel near the center of the capital, a smug grin clung to his lips as his loins seeped with wetness. No effort was immersed into hiding his locks of auburn hair, nor to hunching over to reduce his distinct stature. The brutish male cared not for the honor of his wife as he strode gallantly from distinct brothel doors and out into the midday sun. The pungent aroma of piss and cum that filtered the air of the capital did well to mask the distinct odor that seeped from him after his recent expenditures. Although, truthfully, as the sun bore down onto his gaudy frame, he could only think of finding the next whore house to venture toward.
Trailing his hand into the crimson coat that he wore upon his broad frame, he felt around for the coin purse that he had brought along with him and frowned when its emptiness was noted. It would seem that the only reason that his debauchery wouldn’t continue wasn't to be because of a lack of interest or enthusiasm.
There was a mixture of both pleasure and pain to be had whenever he was near, an odd combination that no mere coin could adequately accommodate. Having left his wench of a wife in Riverrun to oversee other affairs as he took up his duty to the king, the new Master of Coin hadn’t hesitated in finding solace and comfort in the beds of other women. It wouldn’t do for him to force himself into the bed of an actual lady, particularly before building a respectable repertoire with the commoners and so for the past day he had hopped from brothel to brothel, sparing no coin in his voyage of indecency. Some had been able to endure his rough touch while others likely still lay strewn about the capital somewhat broken. It was absolutely splendid.
Emerging from a brothel near the center of the capital, a smug grin clung to his lips as his loins seeped with wetness. No effort was immersed into hiding his locks of auburn hair, nor to hunching over to reduce his distinct stature. The brutish male cared not for the honor of his wife as he strode gallantly from distinct brothel doors and out into the midday sun. The pungent aroma of piss and cum that filtered the air of the capital did well to mask the distinct odor that seeped from him after his recent expenditures. Although, truthfully, as the sun bore down onto his gaudy frame, he could only think of finding the next whore house to venture toward.
Trailing his hand into the crimson coat that he wore upon his broad frame, he felt around for the coin purse that he had brought along with him and frowned when its emptiness was noted. It would seem that the only reason that his debauchery wouldn’t continue wasn't to be because of a lack of interest or enthusiasm.