"Sign Here." Ardyn's eyes scan the page, as he eventually signs the long scroll of parchment and hopes something good will come out of it. He was now an Apprentice; a man who had to do a lot of polishing knobs it seemed. The question was; what kind of knobs was the scroll referring to? Ardyn couldn't help but smirk at the dirty thoughts whirring around in his mind, as he made his way away from the table.
"I do hope these knobs open up doors of opportunity for me." He wiped the front of his clothes down, frowning slightly at the choice of garb. He was missing his treasured black fedora and fancy laced clothing from back home. The clothes here were suiting but not much to his fancy tastes.
"The question is; what do we do now?"
[Day Two:]
Hookah pipes:
The smell was almost overpowering, as Ardyn explored the various tents containing the scented pipes. Various exotic scents invaded his nostrils causing him not once but twice to just gaze into space with just how powerful they were. They were also offering up interesting sensations around his....lower area. Were they causing him to become aroused? An aphrodisiac? Surely not! Yet, it seemed his cheeks were redder than usual, sporting a nice shade of rosy pink, near enough to match his deep wine-coloured hair. His amber eyes brighter than usual, due to the extra testosterone flooding his bloodstream.
"Oh my, such powerful scents."
Brothels:
Being a man of knowledge and learning, Ardyn wandered into a place where new things could be learnt; a brothel. New positions anyone? He wasn't a shy man and now the Chancellor of Niflheim was making his way past many alluring women and men to situated himself in the best possible position to stand and look at everyone. He wanted a good look. Perhaps, he wanted people to notice him too. It could work both ways and he knew it.
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"Sign Here." Ardyn's eyes scan the page, as he eventually signs the long scroll of parchment and hopes something good will come out of it. He was now an Apprentice; a man who had to do a lot of polishing knobs it seemed. The question was; what kind of knobs was the scroll referring to? Ardyn couldn't help but smirk at the dirty thoughts whirring around in his mind, as he made his way away from the table.
"I do hope these knobs open up doors of opportunity for me." He wiped the front of his clothes down, frowning slightly at the choice of garb. He was missing his treasured black fedora and fancy laced clothing from back home. The clothes here were suiting but not much to his fancy tastes.
"The question is; what do we do now?"
[Day Two:]
Hookah pipes:
The smell was almost overpowering, as Ardyn explored the various tents containing the scented pipes. Various exotic scents invaded his nostrils causing him not once but twice to just gaze into space with just how powerful they were. They were also offering up interesting sensations around his....lower area. Were they causing him to become aroused? An aphrodisiac? Surely not! Yet, it seemed his cheeks were redder than usual, sporting a nice shade of rosy pink, near enough to match his deep wine-coloured hair. His amber eyes brighter than usual, due to the extra testosterone flooding his bloodstream.
"Oh my, such powerful scents."
Brothels:
Being a man of knowledge and learning, Ardyn wandered into a place where new things could be learnt; a brothel. New positions anyone? He wasn't a shy man and now the Chancellor of Niflheim was making his way past many alluring women and men to situated himself in the best possible position to stand and look at everyone. He wanted a good look. Perhaps, he wanted people to notice him too. It could work both ways and he knew it.
"Such beauty. It would be a shame to waste it."