Telling Tales

The Madam now has vioce mail...

You have reached Madam Satine and the Aphrodites Apple. If you have need of my services, then please, leave your name and how I can come into contact with you, after the tone...

I hope you have a wonderful, fulfilling day....

*beeeeeep*

and yet another brothel.
Do hope that things will get better, here.

I miss my staff.

Satine sits on the porch and sips a drink from a small glass.
She's waiting, hopefully, for someone to show up.
Someone in particular.

But at this point, she'll just take someone to talk to.

*sounds near hysterics*

Mr Solo! Please tell me Bagoas is over there.

Bagoas was missing. It was 2AM, and he wasnt home and hadnt called.
Methos once again, didnt come for thier session.

Satine drug out her absinthe once more, and curled up in her chair.

She was beginning to hate this town

I really thought I was going to kill Frank today.
He dumped all my Absinthe down the drain.

And if he comes back soon, and doesnt have money, Im firing his ass... I dont care if his cock can make a straight man gay... or if he can dislocate his jaw at will... or that he can give the best massages this side of the Rocky Mountians.... damn...

But he threw out my 400$ a bottle absinthe!
How in all the dark powers names did it *ever* end up illegal?

THen Bagoas comes back, after a long session with Mr. 1000$... If I ever meet that boy, Im going to kiss him for paying our electric bill. And he takes me to bed, he dances for me, like he used to...

And I told him I loved him.
That was probably a bad thing, but I do.

He makes no demands on me, just helps me.

I wonder if the Proffesser still wishes me to escort him to the dance?
I wonder if he is coming by for my next session on Tuesday?
I wonder if he actually enjoys my company, or if hes just like all the others.

I wonder if Spider will ever actually invite me over... *slight smirk*
very interesting man.

Too much absinthe, gives one a very bad hangover.
Sitting in a chair allnight, gives one very bad muscle cramps.

We have three customers, so far?
Its a beginning,I beleive.

But I am so lonely.

I am trapped by zombies on a space ship with a large furry man type and my "family".
But my warriors are planning on leaving. Frank, Jayne...

There is a tension between the four men, Frank and Jayne and Bagoas and Han that I dont quite understand. But I do understand that Jayne is a good paying customer, so I do hope that he doesnt get bitten. But they underestimate me if they think Im going to allow Bagoas to leave this place of safety to go off on some deathmarch to the school. Bagoas is not a fighter, not anymore then I am. He needs to stay here.

The school...
I wonder how Professor Methos is doing?

So Ive had one request for a species Ive never heard of, and been groped by an eighteen year old.

Its an auspicious start.

But I did have another girl sign on today, and I am positive that she will be an exellent addition to our house.

Not a bad day, but not great, either.
I wish I was free.

I open in two days, and I think I have everything in control. I have a small staff...

Bagoas is my Assistant. Sweet little eunuch with a princely face. (Alexander)
Frank Donovan. Ex FBI. Jewish man, gorgeous body... good skills. (UC: Undercover)
Jewel. Amazing girl. Redhead. Big eyes. Great decorating skills. (One Night at McCools)
Sebastian Valmont. Blue eyed blond. All American rich boy. (Cruel Intentions)
Nandi. Older woman, but used to run a house of her own. Gorgeous. (Firefly) ((also see on CSI))
Letty. A little bit Latino. Tough as nails and loves fast cars. (Fast and Furious)
Giselle. Beautiful English woman, once I got all the nasty makeup off her (Pirates of the Caribbean)

I could use a few more staff, possibly, but for now, this will do.
The house is perfect. 10 rooms upstairs. Kitchen, Dining area, office and lounge with bar is downstairs.
6 full bathrooms.

Luxurious and rich colours. Fabrics all imported.
Now all I need is a name for my establishment, and I will be set.