~ Desires like delusions Bloom out of needs ~ Madame of bar and brothel La pêche douce, widowed, Dowager baroness of Braye. { #RP | 21+ | Bridgerton }
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- Cordelia Solene Braye - Otway
- Madame of bar and brothel La pêche douce
- Widowed, previously the baroness of Braye
~ Not new to the fandom
~ Not new to RP
~ Writer is 21+
~OC
Lady Cordelia Braye retweeted
"Are you as surprised as I am that I'm the only one behaving myself?"
|Independent Adaptation
|Descriptive•Literate•Novella
|AU•MV
|RP21+•MDNI
|#BlackSailsRP #POTCRP #HistoricalRP
|Dark and Mature Themes
|Possible Triggers
|DM Writer
~ Starter for @BenBridgertonn ~
It's always interesting to be back at la pêche douce after spending some time among society, because half of her clientèle is part of the Ton and married.
One of the few exceptions seem to be the Bridgertons. The brothers have of course
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visited over the years, to indulge in good booze and great women. However with two of them married off... the chance of them visiting has gotten a lot smaller.
This is why she's happily surprised to see none other than Mr Benedict Bridgerton walking into the establishment.
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"As you wish, my lord." She bows her head and sits back as she watches him go.
"Perhaps we will meet again, Viscount Bridgerton. I will look forward to it."
Lady Cordelia Braye retweeted
the diamond ring on my hand is the only good thing that ever came from that man.
|| Happy Holidays if you celebrate any in the upcoming days/weeks (or if you already have)
Other wise enjoy the winter days!
"Let go of my veil, my lord." She tells him, still trying to maintain her calming air, but the way he's holding her veil has her rather nervous.
"I run my own business, my own home. But the fact that I dare to lie to you is admirable?" She snorts.
"Very well, my lord."
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She's startled as he leans closer and completely shocked when he adresses her by her previous title.
Though she is quick to catch his wrist and stop his hands from lifting her veil.
"You jest, My lord." She laughs. "A baroness running a brothel?"
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She clears her throat as she rises from her seat.
"I think you've had much to drink. Perhaps a little too much. Would you like to accompany one of my girls upstairs or would you prefer me to find you a carriage home?"
How does he know? How did he figure her out?
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"You wouldn't be the first to try, you probably won't be the last either. But I'm curious to watch you try." She says as she watches him carefully.
When he asks his question she's surprised. How did he clock her so quickly. That's fascinating.
She leans forward a little as
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As he asks her about her face covering she smiles. Looking down at her hands as she does.
"Does the mystery not intrigue? I could be anyone. Anyone you see on the streets, out and about. Besides you seem plenty distracted by other things about me." She points out.
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"Lots of paperwork, lots of numbers. I understand why you might need a strong drink after that." She agrees as she nods. It's nothing she's not used to but that doesn't make it any fun. Both for her establishment as her estate.
"I don't dislike you very much if that eases
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