Angel's Mercy and a Devils Salvation

06/09/16 : 10:11:25)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Town..

.is somewhere in or around the Town.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: She was envious of those who could read… Not that she was illiterate by any means… She just couldn’t read in English, at best, she could sign her name and do a few little things that were needed for the saloon. Of course, anything inside the business was all written out in Romanian, it was like having double security because no one could read it but them. At the end of the day though? It left her with no books to read but the few she had managed to smuggle with her out of Romania… Which, as much as she had loved them before, they were so well worn they were virtually falling apart. If she could just learn to read English, what a world would open up to her? What could she get into? What magical words could her mind dive into and keep her from the melancholy? She had deposited the letters of payment at the bank, left a note at the post office for a Miss Zee, and returned just in time to pick up the rather… Large pack of things the girls had ordered… Sweet camels humps… They must have thought Luca would do the pick up and not her, the boxes were near as high as she was… Myra, bless her had offered to help, but she waved it off. She was a Gypsy, they never balked at a little challenge, so she picked them up… And about five minutes in her arms were shaking and she was sweating. Call it what you will? Perfumes, scented bath waters, and all the other fine fixings of high class courtesans? Weight a LOT. She was struggling just a little bit but by golly, she would make it, or die trying! That little cream colored dress was getting to be just a touch transparent with her sweating in this heat, her bottom lip firmly tucked between her teeth, gritting it out… She was almost there… About ten feet from the front door of the Gypsy Kiss Saloon… With its fans… The cold room where she could sit and cool off until she turned blue if she wanted to… She was just holding out for that, the delicate press of metal to her chest from her little trade making her all the more eager to get home and into her Caravan. She had a show tonight to practice for and she would have just enough time to deposit everything before going to practice then get changed for the night. Again, Luca left her to handle all the ugly and hard things while he played with the women and other high flying men of town. He was such an ass.









(06/09/16 : 10:27:44)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









says to [Please... Don't Look At: He was moseyin to the saloon, or whatever fancy falukin name they called things in this little town when he came upon a little lass that was carryin more stuff than a pack mule on haulin day. He stood for a second to watch her limbs struggle and it pulled a smile to his features. There was only one other time that he saw women’s legs wobble like that and let me tell you it was rarely outside of a bedroom, if you know what I mean. With a shake to his head he jogged on over and grabbed the things from her arms, taking the load onto himself, “Lord have mercy little lady, you are stronger than you look, take that as a compliment, lass. Now I know you were almost inside but I just couldn’t call myself a gentleman if I had let you continue to struggle. That is if you will allow a fellow like me to help you out, Ma’am” He figured if she was the stubborn sort at least he gave her body a moment’s rest before she would take it all back again. But if she were a true lady she would never pass up an opportunity to use a strong man like a mule horse. Nor take away the ability for a mule.. I mean a man to give his assistance, men needed that after all, needed to be of use to beauty. For without feeling as though he were useful a man felt like a fish out of water around women like her, or like he assumed she was from her attire. So there he stood awaiting his fate for the moment, a wooden box in his arms filled with other boxes and an assortment of bags, some with ribbons, others with string, and a distinctly feminine scent emanating from them, standing just about three inches taller than the woman, and a hat. DO NOT FORGET THE HAT!





(06/09/16 : 10:48:13)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: Saloon it was, because a bar was just too low class, and a brothel was denying half of what the place had to offer at least. A saloon typically had several attractions at least, and the Gypsy Kiss had more than a few! It was the tallest in town, standing at three feet tall with a gorgeous and elaborate store front that grabbed the eye as well as the attention! Plenty of windows to let in the light… and let out a bit of pretty girl when one was wanting to air out upstairs… It was so well shaded people often reclined outside to have a cigar while having an ice cold pint of beer, the inside filled with the sound of cards or the click clack of the roulette wheel... And if someone came by on a lucky day… They could hear Violca herself… Depending on the day, of course… She only practiced when the saloon was empty, which is so rarely, rarely was. She was about to bite a hole through her lip, her fingers were aching from holding the boxes, her arms burning from keeping them all up, her legs trembling a bit under the weight… Goodness! No wonder poor miss Myra was so worried about her! It was MUCH heavier when stacked up than they had either of them thought it might be. And, as usual, Luca was no where to be found… When she heard the sounds of foot steps coming up fast, she stepped up her pace, why? Frisco was dangerous! She could be robbed, broad daylight or not, and these had not been cheap things and the girls would have such a FIT! When she heard the voice though, she stopped, and wished she could see who was offering such kind assistance. “Multe binecuvântări pe voi!” She said in Romanian, the language itself so romantic, it almost sounded like what the fairies must have spoken, long before the magic left the world for places beyond the mist… She was so sweetly voiced, delicate but not child like, though the stature might leave someone wondering at that fact! “SO many blessings on you, stranger… Please… I fear I am about to drop it all.” She said as she let him take it, bending over the second he did, resting her aching back and shaking her delicate looking hands back and forth. When she looked up, and again, she had to look up a ways! She saw a man with a rather rugged appearance, dark facial hair, and a rather impressive cowboy hat. She was pale… Incredibly so, but that perfect sort of paleness, without the veins or odd splotches… Just as if someone had taken the color from a pure white of an orchid and used it to color her skin, it had a soft luminance to it, like a pearl. Combine that with a shock of dark softly curled hair and eyes as blue as the sky… She could stop traffic… If she ever bothered to look up, shy as she was, and her height didn’t help. She reached around for her fan and began to use it, blowing the soft little curls around her face from the hair that had come loose from her bun. “Can you please assist this one? I am of trying to get to the Gypsy Saloon to deliver packages to the girls… I can’t take it though… It is too much for too far…” She said with a soft smile and a blush on her cheeks, unaware that her sweat had left much of her upper décolleté in the soft cream colored dress rather transparent… Jus the barest hint of french lace showing through from her bustier… If he agreed, she would lead the way, her movements as graceful as a swan on the water as she lead him to the Gypsy Kiss, showing him where to place the boxes while she moved around to pour him a pint of ice cold honey mead. It was the least she could do.



The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









says to [Please... Don't Look At: They were heavy. Like even his muscles said “what the fuck” when he took the full of the weight. How this little lady managed to get it from Gods know where to here was beyond his ability to muster. Though once he had them and her arms were free, she bent slightly and began to fan herself, she deserved it! However when she stood fully again he was taken aback mentally. She was stunning. Breathtakingly gorgeous. When she spoke it was as if he had a glimpse of what the preaches describe heaven would be like. He felt that shit to his soul. Struck with something like the force of a baseball bat to the back of the head in full swing, cept this blow was within his chest. Something in his gut tightened and there was some kind of twinge along his back. Before he could stop his mouth from moving he whispered out loud, “Lord have mercy you cannot be real, I have to be dreaming, just beautiful.” And then the rest of him caught up and he cleared his throat gruffly as if to forcibly gather the testosterone back around him to dude him up again. “Im, sorry Ma’am, my mouth gets away from me sometimes. I hope I didn’t over step. So Lead the way and I will get outta your hair.” Yes, he wanted to run away like a little bitch because he was afraid if he didn’t get away from this broad he would be ensnared by her voice, and her eyes, and lose lips. By Goddess what those lips will be doing within his mind…… Ahem. No no no, he told himself, chastising his thoughts, she is not your kind, bud. This vision is for the high class and you are a good for nuthen. Remember that. She is far beyond your likes. You would only ruin her life. Step off and find yourself a jolly plump whore for the night and slake your thirst on her but stay away from this one. She is an untouchable. Your hands would mark her in ways that no lady of that caliber could wash away. And it was that thought that sent his mind into thinking on tracks that it had no right to go, lest his body start to respond… and that would be just rude. Adjusting the boxes a little in his arms for a better grip he focused on them instead of her.





(06/09/16 : 12:04:34)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: She had a lot of strength in her little body, a bit like how a stick of dynamite was… Small package, big boom, enough to move mountains. What can you expect from my Gypsy though? Even the most petit of them are strong, resilient creatures, they had to be. The Carpathian mountains were like the devils spine of the world, harsh and unforgiving, and many a caravan had gone over the side because of it… Families lost in their entirety… Sometimes entire troupes… You had to be strong to survive the cold that kills off wildlife in a single season, or sudden flashes of water as snow caps break in the melt and flood entire valleys… She had to pack up her own caravan, learn how to hunt and kill food, how to live off the land between cities… She was petit, almost dream like, but beneath the fairy like exterior there was steel and fire. She was so, so grateful for the break though, this heat… It would be the death of her, she was sure of it, it was impossible… It was hell, this place… In Romania, at the most, they might have a warm enough summer to dot your brow with sweat… But never like this… Where walking outside made you feel as if you were suddenly dried out and yet drenched in sweat all at once, where it hurt to breathe, to even think… He was her savior, giving her a much needed respite in the shade of one of the many sidewalks, fanning herself vigorously. When she stood up and he said that, she just looked utterly confused, she never thought for one moment he was talking about her. “I am of begging your pardon? Is of you seeing something special?” She paused and looked around her, wondering if he saw perhaps some of those pretty glass things that Myra had been selling earlier? She loved those! She wanted some for her Caravan SO badly but she just couldn’t justify the cost… She couldn’t see anything like that though, so perhaps it was something special, but she had missed it. She continued to fan herself as he seemed to pull himself out of… What ever state he had been in. “It is ok. I am not of understanding how you can be of over stepping? And… How of are you in my hair? Am I of wearing something of yours that fell off when you took boxes from me?” She was lost… Because to her? He hadn’t done a single thing wrong, if anything, he was being the biggest help she had ever seen in her life next to Myra. She lead the way as he had asked, the subtle sway of her hips as rhythmic as a pendulum, hypnotic without being lewd… Just above the line of her dress, there peeked out what seemed to be the top of a tattoo… Something that promised to be incredibly elaborate… It was almost completely hidden though, so no one knew of it but Luca, even when dancing her tan body suit kept it well out of sight. When they were in the Gypsy Kiss, she had pointed where to put the boxes down for her, pouring him a pint. “You have saved mine life helping me out there… I can not handle this heat very well… It is too much for me sometimes… I can not understand how other people can… Here… This is for you…” She came over to him then, a very large mug of the sweetest, most perfectly chilled honey mead he could ever lay claim to. She pressed his hands around the mug with a bright smile before there was someone calling her name got her attention. Doar o clipă , știu că sunt cu întârziere , dar nu pisa ca un catâr la mine!” Which thankfully he didn’t speak Romanian cause not a drop of that was lady like! She smiled at him and pointed to a chair near by. “Please, of sit? I am of practice for a moment, but am wanting to pay kindness to you. You of can wait here, and I play for you, then feed you. It is of good, yes?”



(06/09/16 : 12:27:01)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: Are you fucking kidding me? Looks like that, moves those hips made, now she is giving him drinks and promises to feed him? He gonna ring that woman if this shit continues! He HAD to be dreaming. Things moved to fast for him to explain what he meant, but when she asked if he had seen something special his mind swam again with poetry that his lips would never speak. “Aye, something special, a vision of perfection, of what little boys dream at night of what a lady is like. Of the delicate flower that a true woman is, one who is oblivious of her own charms, of how every ounce of her body seems like an oasis within the desert. How he could drink even the way her mouth moves as she talks in like a man rattling along his dying breaths from dehydration who suddenly finds himself within a perfect clear spring. Terrified of blinking too rashly for he might wake from the dream and find himself once again within the world of darkness, of crass actions, blood, death, theft, and force. Something precious, indeed.: Setting the box down on the top of a table he, himself, sat at the bar and looked around. It was very well made, rich woods, wonderful decorating in the style of just this side of wild and that side of pure elegance. A balance that was rare to find. One that spoke to the styles of both men and women, something for everyone to find and feel at home because it was there. Her hands were smooth as baby’s skin, of course it was. Would it be anything but? Fuck his whole liiiifeeeeee! “I hear ya, Ma’am, the heat has taken many a cowboy, I cant imagine what it must be like for a lady such as yourself.” He smiled when she pulled away, the glass was cold and surprised him. “Why of course, how can I refuse such an offer?” Taking his drink over to the table where he had put the boxes, a rough hand gripped the top dips of his hat and put it on the table next to him. No gentleman remained hatted around a lovely woman! Even if he did suffer from hat head that made his hair look as though it was glued to his scalp.





(06/09/16 : 12:46:41)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: Mind reading was something that she was not gifted with…Though she could swear she knew a Gypsy or two of her youth who could do just that, she would swear on it, but that was a gift perhaps better left to those who could handle the things inside other peoples heads. For instance, if she had heard what he said, she would probably be running for her Caravan and locking up as tight as they do for a storm in the Wallachia’s… Even Misha, who had been her fiancé once along her past, though that had never come to be and he had never even uttered words like that to her… Let alone even held her hand. So yes… That would have certainly shocked her shy self and sent her skittering faster than a doe when catching scent of a timber wolf. Instead, she was simply curious as to what he was saying, she remained utterly oblivious to the meaning of his words. Some things for her still got lost in translation, not intentionally of course, simply one of those things that would improve with time. Once they were inside she had settled the boxes with his help, and then like any good Gypsy, she was going to settle him in proper and feed him. It was tradition, as deeply ingrained into her as her own dna, and she couldn’t just let him walk out without taking care of him first. Especially after he had come to her aid in such a wonderful manner. Was the Gypsy Kiss THE place to be? Of course it was! Or so Luca would brag. The best drinks, the most beautiful and clean girls, the best food and entertainment… The cards were fast, the dice fair, and the roulette wheel only a little rigged! Of course, with the death toll in the town, they were a little short staffed at the moment… Which lead to poor Violca being in the street in the first place with all those packages. She had him take a seat and pressed his hands around the glass, and yes, her hands were incredibly soft… Like a rose petal… She took care of them, she had to, they were her bread and butter… They were slender, long fingers with well shaped and rounded nails, the beds clean and just a little oil over the nails to make them gleam… She also had a wonderful scent to her… Not a perfume, this wasn’t something like that, but rather a natural smell that came from herself… Something softly sweet… Like snow bells or chamomile… Soothing… “It is a strong man who can survive out there… I pray for them, it is a hard thing to die alone, with no one to celebrate your life… Thank for God that we have all Hallows Eve… We honor them then, yes? Or… Is that not American? I am of unknown this yet.” She had him sit down and told him she would feed him, that she just had to practice. Tonight they had a ballerina over from New York on her way to San Francisco, and she was stopping in for a week, and she would be the main show on the stage for that, and Violca was to provide the music. As she was climbing the stairs to the stage, lifting her skirts just a little, flashing an almost impossibly delicate looking ankle… Little feet… Before she was up at the top and waving at him. “Drink! It will revive you I promise, I make it myself!” She said with a smile before she was handed a Violin and the man took his place at the piano. She settled the instrument beneath her delicate jaw, lifting her bow, she waited for the first strains of the Piano before she began… And haunting… Haunting was the only way the playing could be described… Her slender, curved form swaying to the music, as if taken over by it… A Part of it… Her face suffused with emotion that she poured into the violin that came out in the form of the Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso of Saint Saens…. The melody between herself nad the piano could chill a body to its soul with a passion it had never known before… The tempo picking up, her playing becoming more aggressive… Faster… Drawn out… Only to slow down in some of the sweetest strains…. TO then go into something deeper… Darker… That pulled the heart… before it suddenly just seemed to take off… Like the march of some invading army across a snow laden field… It would repeat this sort of rise and fall over and over again, from sweet to strong and intense, to sweet again before it ended and the notes left the room strangely filled… Like little spots of light and music still floated on the invisible air.







.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: He listened with his eyes closed at first, allowing the violin to pull him along with it. His mind imagined a leaf flying along the wind, a soft gentle breeze.. the twisting and tumbling in a fast little corkscrew only to flatten out and return to large circles of gusts. Across a meadow with butterflies and other bustling things. Then animals playing within the tall grass… with a wide grin he opened his eyes and inhaled deeply, transfixed upon her. No.. No she will be bad for his health. His mind then changed the scene as the song became more tense. He imagined the saloon filled with lecherous men like himself. Her flitting around the room like a social butterfly, and the scruffy goons laughing and paying at her as she moved, weaving through this little crowd or that, deftly missing the hands of this or that man as they were about to grab her and pull her to his lap, or slap her bottom. The things that men do in bars. It played out like a silent film might. No words, just grotesque laughing faced, barrel bellied torsos, and melodramatic movements. The heroine barely escaping each only to be once again away from the crowds by song’s end. Jealous, pure hot rage coursed through his veins as his jawline set and muscles tensed at the thought of it. If he came around here often, he would surely be set to a hangman’s noose before long for the mass slaughter of scores of pawing cads. And he would have enjoyed the acts as well, after all.. they say that you cannot spell slaughter without laughter, right? And he would be in full on bloodlust after such a hurricane of carnage. Lifting the glass to his lips, he took another deep draw at the brew inside and made a little sound along the back of his throat, a small growl of approval. He watched and when the song ended he stood and clapped, “Beautiful, just beautiful, you both play so well together!” His voice carried easily to stage.



(06/09/16 : 13:30:36)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: Bad for his health, huh? That would all depend on him, now wouldn’t it? Luca never had her working among the men once the place began to get busy, he was just as bad, if not worse than Gave when it came down to protecting her. Luca had taken her from a respectable marriage opportunity because he had gotten in trouble, and ever since that day, Luca had become so protective over her it was enough to make her want to beat him with a horse shoe… Got to keep good luck in the family after all… But no… She might be serving Gabe, and she might the occasional husband and wife, or well to do person of the town who came in for breakfast or lunch… But once the mines let out? She was securely locked up in her Caravan with her sawed off shot gun, and pity the poor drunk food who decided he wanted to try and peek in, because there wouldn’t be much left for peeking with by the time she was done with him… It wouldn’t have been the first man she killed for trying to take advantage of her, and it wouldn’t be the last either, when Violca said no? She damn well meant it, and she wasn’t afraid to field dress a man as she did a deer if he dared get physical with her. Once again… Welcome to the Gypsy… As much Magic as they were Murderous… That perfect mix of romantic lethality that gave them their charm and mystic. Would she have been flattered if he took up arms for her? Of course she would! It was Gypsy tradition that you fought for your woman against her family, and then you had to fight her too, and if you won? You were married. The other way was to buy her, but a mans strength was usually questioned for a while after that one, and much hazing proceeded it. As for Violca? She was more than just a regular Gyspy girl, she was know as the Little Beautiful Moon, or the Dancing Swan… She could dance several different styles, she sang and played the fiddle and the guitar, and she could brew her own alcohol better than most men. All that on top of being a damn good fortune teller and herbalist so she could keep her husband in good health year around with that and her cooking. She was, all around, the ideal catch. She just… Wasn’t interested. She had plenty of proposals she just turned them all down, she didn’t want anyone, not until Misha and yeah… That had ended well… With her and Luca fleeing the country because he got caught in bed with the Mayor’s wife… and Daughter… At the same time. But that was in the past and she was here now, and just as uninterested then as she was now, simply happy to exist in her own little world… A world she got to go to when she played music or dance or sang… When the song was done, she heard his approval, the clapping. She blushed beautifully, streak of the softest dawn across her cheeks, and she curtsied before putting the Violin back where it belonged and sliding off the stage, a bit more leg showing as her skirt ran up a little… Just to her knee… Revealing lacey something or other under there before it was gone in a flash. She disappeared into the kitchen then, she promised to feed him and she would… She was gone a little while… Not too much… About a half hour… Leaving him to wander if he wished around the saloon, or to head upstairs and enjoy a bit of something soft and round, it was his choice… Luca did accept IOUs after all… When all was said and done? She was coming out with something they called a gyro, which was a Mediterranean food, but so delicious it was sinful. Expertly seasoned thin cuts of beef with crunchy romain lettus, juicy tomatoes and crisp hot onions, blended together with a spicy yogurt sauce and feta cheese, wrapped in a fresh hot pita. On the side were several bits of sliced fruit and other cheese, and another cold mug of honey mead for him.



The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: He just that. Walking around, he took in the view of the room and smiled at some of the people that he passed. A bit of small talk here or there, tipping his hat at the ladies within the establishment, yet it was back on his head where it belonged. He made mental note to come back when the place was livelier and the night could shadow his nefarious deeds some. But soon he saw the vision return with a hearty plate and he found his seat once again. Removing his hat, the wide open part held loosely overtop of his chest as any gentleman would before tipping his head in a slight bow and sitting. He settled the thing on a char to his right and would put down the drunk that pulled the chair to sit on it without looking sure as he would hic up his last, but he hoped that would never happen. Not at this hour at least. “Much obliged, Ma’am, though I feel as though I am getting the better end of this deal. All I did was help you with about 5 feet of carryin, and return I am being treated to a lovely song, brew, and a meal. I feel as though I owe you something.” He said just before taking his first bite and his features melted into freshly tasted delight. With a full mouth he made work of it, the most obscene sounds emanating from the back of his throat, like a lion purring? He could not speak right at first as the moment his mouth was empty he had a rushed need to fill it again with another bite. His hands spoke for him though as if he knew some kind of sign language, gesturing to the plate, and his face as he moaned again in a low rumbled tone. Swallowing roughly he sucked back more brew, eyes as wide as saucers, “This is amazing, woman! I don’t think that my mouth has ever tasted such delight outside of a bedro….” And he stopped himself before he finished the word, an actual color rising along his cheeks. Something he never.. ever.. did. This time his tone was muffled a little and he didn’t make eye contact, “Yes, Ma’am, just wonderful. Thank you so much.” Then he shoved another mouthful in to stop himself from saying anything else he might regret before his brain caught up with his tongue.



(06/09/16 : 14:41:08)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: Who could blame him for wanting a look around? The Gypsy Kiss had just been a rotten out old building, a whore house that had caught fire when some kinky gent got a little carried away and caught the bedding on fire, and all that had been left was the bare bones of the place… It had been a lot of work, a lot of hired men, even she had taken hammer and nail more than once to the place… So had Luca… Together, with their hard earned money from years of slaved away in the America’s, they now had their own business, and Violca had a life more comfortable than any she could have had in Romania… The place was beautifully decorated, dark wood and gold leaf, red walls and curtains, polished glass and mirrors alike… The chairs and tables took a bit of a beating, this WAS the frontier after all, but over all? When the sun went down, the place looked as high end and snazzy as any place on the east coast, and it sure showed with how busy it was nightly. Between the women above and the boxing below, the Gypsy Kiss catered to all needs, big and small that a man might have. The women upstairs were all gorgeous, lovely doves with ample bosoms and little waists, others were of the more plump variety that a man could ride for hours and never get enough… They were all clean, well trained, and well behaved women too if you could believe it. Some of them were even moderately educated. Many were widows of shoot outs, fallen on hard times without income they had come to her brother, and her brother had given them home and sanctuary… They kept much of the profit they earned, and they were free to go when ever thy wanted, which really… Why would anyone want to leave that? They saved up until they lost their looks and retired out somewhere in the east with a tidy sum of money for the rest of their lives. Really… Luca was a far more generous and business savvy man than anyone knew. Was she aware that Gabe was a man who enjoyed more than a few loose women? Not at all. She knew her brothers way about it and she didn’t judge him, she didn’t judge any man, why would she? That would be like being angry at a hungry person for buying a meal and enjoying it. It made no sense. Americans were prudes, but Gyspy? They were born with fire in their veins, and saw sex as a natural part of life, and enjoyed it… Regularly. Look at her and Luca… They were twins but had different fathers, their mother had been a rather… Frisky woman and enjoyed two men at once at the regular. So when you are born in a world that accepts that as the regular, a man enjoying a woman’s body in exchange for money, well really… That was about as shocking as watching a duck swim. Still, that was neither here nor there, now was it? She had disappeared down the back into the kitchen to make him his meal, to her nothing fancy, this was regular fare… They spent winters in Spain and other such places, so this was just a regular, old fashioned lunch to her. She had no idea it would just about undo him. “No, it was a big help, you did me much favor… There was five hundred dollars worth of merchandise for the girls, if I had dropped it? Both the girls, and I, would have been in a sad state… They need their things to be pretty for their word, and they are happy, so the work is good. If not happy? Then not good for work, and if not good for work, then business suffers. It make sense, yes? It is like… Circle.” She held up her hands in that exact shape, looking at him through it, smiling softly for a moment. “You helped keep circle from breaking, so least I can do is feed you, the song was accidental. I needed to practice for tonight. We have a lady, Lola Montez, and she come through here to stay a week before going to San Francisco… She does Ballet, so we practice song she want for tonight, that is all. You have just watched me work is all.” She was explaining this so he wouldn’t feel guilty for accepting what she thought was simple and fair payment for saving her from a rather nasty accident. And accident and a VERY angry brother who was already sour enough lately as it was… When he took that first bite though…He got her to giggle… It was high and sweet and utterly infectious, that kind of giggle that just gets your attention and holds it, makes you want to hear it again. “You are of liking Mediterranean food? I am Gypsy, from Romania, and we travel in caravan all over Europe and into Spain and Greece and Rome… I learn cooking all over there in winter when Romania too dangerous to stay over in caravans. Next time, I make you baba ganoosh and fried green tomatoes with spicy yogurt, yes?” She was watching the sign language, still giggling softly to herself before he spoke, and when he spoke… they both blushed… Big time. Her cheeks turned a rosy color all the way to the tips of her ears, and she looked away, wringing her hands for a moment… Just because she KNEW about it… Didn’t mean she knew ABOUT it…You know? She was still very much innocent, she was still a virgin, and the idea of a man… Welcome to the new shade of red that just continued to build there on her cheeks… Making her blue eyes just pop… Giving her the most gorgeous type of English roses and cream completion. “You are of knowing… I am part owner of a Brothel… I know all the ladies upstairs and things… You don’t need to be embarrassed for me… I am of knowing what men do…” After all, many of the girls told her things, thy thought it would help prepare her for her wedding day… Instead they just left her frustrated and not knowing why. She wasn’t unaware just… untested… Like she kne all about riding a horse but just hadn’t done it yet… Hell.. She had never even kissed anyone… She cleared her throat a bit as he continued to eat before she asked him. “Are you of looking for work? We are needing of a card dealer, our last one cheated and got shot… It was very unfortunate… He should not have got caught… But… Are you interested? I am not of posting in town because people are of bad habit to come in droves and then get angry when we say no… But is of your choice…” Her English would get better… IT would… Surely? She just… Didn’t speak it enough… Not like Luca…



The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: When he finished his food, like even using the bread on the side to sop up anything that might have been left on the plate.. anything at all, he used a napkin to wipe his face and took several deep drinks from the brew then sat back. He had been quiet until she asked him about work and for a moment he thought about it. “Where are my manners?!” He said and then stood, “please sit with me, Ma’am. It is your place, you should be comfortable within it.” And he motioned to the chair next to him. If she moved towards it he would help her as a good man should, then sat back down again, sucking at his teeth for the last bits of flavor that might have been hidden within the gum line. “Fine good eats!” He rubbed his belly with a satisfied motion. “Aye, lass. I never gave workin an honest job much of a though, truth be told. But it seems a good place to be.” He said thinking within his mind as he looked around. Yeah, what better of a place could he help himself to drunken ass hole’s fortunes? When he needed a good fight, here would be a good place to find it so long as he made sure to start it outside instead of inside. He would get fed like a King, get to see this wonderful gift of a being often, and.. wait, “Is there a place close by, in the back or something, where a man can hang his hat at? I have a decent rock right outside of town and a quality bedroll.” He was partially kidding but if he were going to work inside of town he would need some place near to stay. “An I don’t have anything much more than what I am wearin right now, nithen like that pretty boy attire.” Then he motioned at one of the guys that was working at another table, spinning the roulette wheel. “I recon that I would need a decent razor, there a barber near by, too?” Was he really accepting a job offer? And even thinking about getting himself civilized? Damn. Power of beautiful eyes and good food, eh? What the hell might he do it he got a bite of that punnani? Poor Gabe was fuuuuucked. “Now I can’t promise to keep my mouth shit when someone pisses me off, nor can I say that I wont loose more money than I might make, but I can give it a whirl if you are willin to gamble on a guy such as myself, little lady.” He didn’t mean it condescending, he meant it honestly.. then stuffled a burp. “Pardon.” He mumbled and then took another drink as his other hand smoothed back a bit of hair that had fallen in his face.





(06/09/16 : 15:45:04)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: Well… It was more Luca’s… She was on it only so that, if he was really stupid and got killed, she could sell it and leave town… Go back to Romania and the Caravan circuits… It was her bothers insurance for her in his own way… She just worked here, like Consuegra and Manolo in the back kitchen during dinner, or the other dealers and such… She had no more power here than any of them, if anything, she had less being a woman. She was… A glorified entertainer and errand girl, no more, no less. Well… No… A little more than that… She did make all the alcohol, the mead he was drinking, right on down to the absinthe and schnapps. But other than that? She was pretty average… And she was ok with that. After they had that um… Moment… When he had said something in regards to tasting something so good in a bedroom… Well yes… That had been… Quite the ah… Thing for her… Once it was all past though, water under the bridge and all, she had asked him about employment… The place needed workers, people died nightly in Frisco, and she needed to see to replacing those that died… Luca was hopeless for it sadly… She watched him stand, his manners in place or what he called them anyways. She didn’t understand the custom, not one bit, but she went with it anyways… She would go to take a seat then, allowing him to pull it out for her, settling in… And he would see that her feet didn’t touch the floor… She looked almost too small for the table… Which is why she never sat at them. They were made for men, not little things like her, and she was virtually dwarfed. “I am of comfortable anywhere I go… I am a gypsy after all.. We are born moving.” She listened to him talk, let him explain things, and while he spoke? She watched him… Closely… It was in those moments she looked as if she were reading his very soul, ever dark, dirty sin there… Like she knew what his thought were, about her, about women… About the world… It was almost disconcerting… It made ones hair stand on end… She stood up then, or rather, she slid out of the chair… Silent as a whisper she got behind the bar, and began to shuffle for a few things, sounds of soft clanks and fabric… When she came back? It was with a box, a pen and pad of paper, a rarity out here in a way, for paper was used only for important transactions… It was something Luca crew up…Several copies in a neat masculine hand… She took up the pen and dragged the tip of it across her kitten pink tongue, unaware of how erotic it looked, especially with such a focused look on her face… Once the ink was flowing properly, she began to do the math rapidly in her head, taking in everything he was saying in rapid order… In truth? She was even smarter than Luca… She just let him look like the really intelligent one. “It is better here than elsewhere… A ranch hand wont make a quarter of what Luca pays… You get half of what you win at the table each night as dealer, free food and board, and you get two free uniforms. You can leave them with me to take care of and wash on your day off, which is every two days, and you can do what you want so long as you don’t bring trouble to the saloon with bad behavior…” She said, her mind half on him, half on the work… Writing out important notes in the side ledgers… Tallying… “ We can give you an advance to get clothes made… That is of no issuing… Clothes are needed for work and pleasure. We have bath house behind kitchen where you can use razors, or you can go to the barber in town that Luca goes to, he is fair and does good work…” She went quiet for a moment, pulling something out of the box, and dragging off several large notes… Enough to gear him out with a months worth of clothes and shoes, all the fixings he would need. “If you want fight, you do it here, we have boxing ring downstairs. Bare knuckle, no rules. It is how we keep the saloon running without the law coming in and bothering us… If you lose money, it will still come back to the house, the men will use it on the women who in turn give us our cut… It is… A circle… Yes?” She just needed links IN it to replace the ones that had been killed, and she wasn’t too worried about him, no one swindles a Gypsy. It’s impossible. She had to get up on the chair for a moment, leaning over, the front of her dress dipping a bit… And there they were… Perfectly creamy… Cupped in only the softest of silk and French lace the color of new spring mint and just the barest tops of delicate pink areola… “I am having things for you in here… I think fit…” She had to reach in deeper, more of her dress opening, her brazier peeling away bit by bit… a revealing… innocent show of the most luscious looking flesh… So innocent and untouched… Unaware of the show she was giving… She reached it then, at the bottom… A gun belt… Complete with double six shot revolvers, a full row of bullets, and a shiny star badge… Not a sherrifs one but a Gypsy one…Showing he was an employee here and allowed to carry guns, everything else was checked at the door. She would hand him the paperwork to sign, tapping the bottom and handing him the pen, he could read it over if he liked… It showed he would be making a hundred dollars a year salary, he could live on the premises or off, and all meals and drinks were included free of charge… He had to pay for any extra uniforms, and was responsible for paying for their cleaning and upkeep. “This is of good looking to you, yes? It is fair and good offer, you will not find elsewhere.” One thing not include on there? Were the women. He had to pay for any of them, even working here, but really that was the only downside if it could be called such a thing.





(06/09/16 : 16:06:31)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: He had not expected all this. It really took him aback. He wanted to push her hand away and tell her that it was not needed, his pride wanting to do things on his own, but he knew that it was. He had only enough to get him by for about a week without having to find work of to roll over a few drunks in the wee hours of the morning as they left this or that bar. His face hardened as they spoke of business. Nodding, listening he plaid close attention to detail. He even mentioned that there was a room for him as well. Good deal. Room, food, money, fighting, her. What kind of horse shit is he gonna have to clean up for this advance in karma? I mean, he had been riding the edge of the good/ bad fence for a long time now, not really tippin the scales to one side or the other for any length of time. This.. this was a toll on what good karma he had banked up, so that meant he would pay for it some how. Nodding he watched more of her movements and then she bent down and within a hurry he averted his eyes and did his very best to squelch a sound before it was actually made. He did shift in the way he was standing and made sure to block this vision of any onlookers. Oh no.. some other man was not about to get a look at what he has just seen and though every masculine part of his anatomy screamed like a banshee for him to look back, he swallowed it down past the knot in his throat. Sweet baby Jesus, was all the could think of and suddenly his lips raked over what was insta dry lips. He didn’t even notice that his breathing had grown a touch faster, he would later explain that away on being over full and all that movement, right? That would work. Sure. He did have to adjust himself though and was very grateful for the bar between them so she didn’t have cause to see it. Fml. Fuck it all to hell. Who knew he was a masochist? He was just beginning to discover that himself. After all who willingly submits themselves to this much torture?



(06/09/16 : 16:06:31)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: He had not expected all this. It really took him aback. He wanted to push her hand away and tell her that it was not needed, his pride wanting to do things on his own, but he knew that it was. He had only enough to get him by for about a week without having to find work of to roll over a few drunks in the wee hours of the morning as they left this or that bar. His face hardened as they spoke of business. Nodding, listening he plaid close attention to detail. He even mentioned that there was a room for him as well. Good deal. Room, food, money, fighting, her. What kind of horse shit is he gonna have to clean up for this advance in karma? I mean, he had been riding the edge of the good/ bad fence for a long time now, not really tippin the scales to one side or the other for any length of time. This.. this was a toll on what good karma he had banked up, so that meant he would pay for it some how. Nodding he watched more of her movements and then she bent down and within a hurry he averted his eyes and did his very best to squelch a sound before it was actually made. He did shift in the way he was standing and made sure to block this vision of any onlookers. Oh no.. some other man was not about to get a look at what he has just seen and though every masculine part of his anatomy screamed like a banshee for him to look back, he swallowed it down past the knot in his throat. Sweet baby Jesus, was all the could think of and suddenly his lips raked over what was insta dry lips. He didn’t even notice that his breathing had grown a touch faster, he would later explain that away on being over full and all that movement, right? That would work. Sure. He did have to adjust himself though and was very grateful for the bar between them so she didn’t have cause to see it. Fml. Fuck it all to hell. Who knew he was a masochist? He was just beginning to discover that himself. After all who willingly submits themselves to this much torture?



(06/09/16 : 16:55:46)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Caravan..

.is within the Luna Frumoasa Caravan.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: Who expects anything with a Gypsy? That is like setting yourself up for trouble! Gypsy were commonly known as good luck, at least before a lot of the upper class started to slander them, calling them thieves and vagabons and all sorts of foul things… It used to be when a Gypsy caravan came to town it was a huge celebration, they were fortune tellers and could dispel demons and bless houses and babies, cure ailments that doctors seemed to be completely stumped about… So he was going to be the first person in probably a generation to be reminded just how generous and good fortune bringing Gypsy really were… Truth was? They knew what it was like to be down on their luck, no one knew better what the bottom of the barrel looked like than a Gypsy after their caravan breaks up… No work, no food, no respectability… So when they saw someone like that? Someone neither sinner nor saint, just someone down on their luck? They often helped them out and usually it just brought good luck back to them. After all, Gypsy were no angels! Nor were they devils either… They were going over the details of the contract, it was the same for every worker in the Gypsy Star, which is why they were both incredibly Loyal to Luca. Sometimes other saloon owners will try to scalp workers to make the other place go down in business but never here… Everyone was loyal and they made sure that the saloon ran well. It was a beneficial arrangement that suited everyone who worked here. Was he going to have to clean up a whole lot of horse shit? It depended on the horse of life he rode, now didn’t it? No one is a sinner or a saint completely, everyone is in balance within themselves, and no one’s balance was the same as someone else’s. For as innocent as Violca was? She had also killed men for trying to kill her and take her caravan from her in the times of starvation among Europe… She was no angel, she had her sins too, just like he did. She was unaware, for instance, of her dress dipping. It was why she hated American fashion. She hated the bra’s and everything else… Gypsy women wore loose shirts and tight vests and either pants or long skirts… Nothing was given away by movement because the clothes were designed to move WITH the body… American’s had all this stuff bass ackwards in her book… Was she aware of his discomfort? Nope. To be honest? She had never seen a man get aroused, let alone so hard he had to adjust. Luca did definitely protect her from that area! So yes, she was entirely unaware of his internal struggle, as well as his external one… Instead she was focused on making sure everything was done properly… Waiting for him to sign the paper before she would file it away… Once he did, she would give him everything in the crate, a small smile on her face. The money was in there, the gun belt, and everything else he would need. “Come with me, yes? I will show you where you will be staying and where you can shower and change… You can start to work tonight yes? Or tomorrow? Which ever is best… But for right now, it is time to show you your home away from home…” With that said, she would slide off the chair and made her way to the back, behind the bar and the screen door, through the kitchen were a middle aged Mexican couple were just coming in, they were the night time cooks, and Violca? Her night was done! She was free to do what ever she wanted to do. She waved to the couple. “This is Manolo and Consuegra, they cook for the dinner rush and things like that.” Only then did she realize… Her cheeks turning a bright red… Oh… She didn’t know his name! Yes he had signed it but… She couldn’t read English! “Manolo, Consuegra, this is our newest Dealer. He will be living out back with me in the spare Caravan. The same arrangement as before, por favor?” They responded in spanish of course to her, before telling Gabe they would take good care of him in english. She made her way out the large back doors and into the rather large back yard… It held a stable that was currently empty… And two Vardas… One in chocolate and gold, intricately detailed with birds and flowers, the interior done in gold and cream colored silk and mirrors… The other? Was much more masculine, simpler… “You are being to my neighbor. It used to be Luca’s Varda, or Caravan, but he moved out into apartments in the city o sometimes sleeps upstairs… You can have this as your house until you want to move out.” She said with a smile, walking up to the longer caravan, its simple exterior perfect for a man… She moved up the steps and opened the doors, letting the air in, opening each of the wood latched windows… There was a sink for dishes, a bed, a small stove and fireplace in one… It was ideal… A small, long home, perfect for him. She settled down onto the bed and began to open compartments, explaining to him they were for clothes and toiletries et cetera. “This is of good, yes?”





(06/09/16 : 17:21:01)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: It took a few deep breaths before he was able to talk his body down. This alone was very interesting to him. He had been around many a woman. Even ones in various stages of dress or undress. Though eh loved the curves and valleys of a woman's body as much as the next guy, his did not respond unless his brain was part of it. That... did not happen often. He had taken his time with a whore or two in the past but that was usually to stave off ripping another woman's clothing off before it was the proper time to do so. To slake his body's urge, if you will. To buy him time to court properly. His momma raised him right. He has no ill will or judgments upon the ladies that were within that sort of work, they made the most of their own enjoyments, who can fault a person for that? In fact there were far too many ladies that were haughty and stuck up that really just needed a good fuck out there. Maybe if they let out a little pressure they wouldn’t be nasty windbags. Though none of these things applied within the moment. As for those ladies that were upstairs, when he did have need, he was very appreciative of the time and made sure the girls knew it. He would bring them sweet gifts, not to woo them but to see them smile. Too many men just threw money at them, made a mess, and left. Nothing left for the girl herself to enjoy. So on the rare occasion he would bring the girls at the local whore houses flowers or little trinkets to make sure that they were at the very least appreciated by some. It was kind of funny because of his generosity he would often be offered free romps just because the girls actually wanted some play time with a nice guy. He would kindly refuse and give a kiss on the cheek then return to whatever it was he did when he was in town. Always a joy to see a happy woman.



He did sign the paper and grabbed the things and offered a thank you, then added, "Tomorrow if you will, I would like to have this evening before I saddle myself into legitimate work." Really what he wanted was a moment to think about what he did and to settle into the idea! He followed, listening and nodding, then holding his hand out, "Gabe Dumont, a pleasure to meet you both." Juggling the things in the other arm. He offered each a smile, "I look forward to enjoying your food!" Then gave a look and continued to follow the woman, mapping the place out within his mind. Until he came to the caravan and he stopped dead in his tacks. This was probably nicer than almost any place he had ever had himself. He had stayed in some high class places but none of them was a place just for him to be. This was more than he had ever thought of. Then to hear that he would be next to her? TORTURE.. I mean.. blessing.. I mean.. fml. What did he get himself into? Heh.. for that matter, what COULD he get himself into? That would be the right question to ask. Only time would tell. He looked at her and set the things down on the bed. “Thank you, kindly, Ma’am. This is perfect. It really is.” He nodded as she opened things up and just looked around a bit surprised and very pleased. It was SO his day!



(06/09/16 : 17:58:40)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Caravan..

.is within the Luna Frumoasa Caravan.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: She would have been flattered if she had known… But she didn’t. In truth, she was pretty much well out of the scope of knowing what goes on in a man’s mind or body in that state, Luca kept her guarded… Sure, the girls told her things, but being told versus seeing? Very big difference. It is like being told what a painting was like, and then seeing the actual painting, there was a world of difference between the two. The girls were just… Trying to prepare her, or so many of them said, and perhaps they were right… After all, she was not married, nor had she any real experience in the world of men. She was guarded and still protected, like being inside a glass snow globe… You can see the outside world but it can’t touch you… Now the girls here at the Gypsy Star? Oh they would love him right up, he would be #2, Luca would always come first of course… But they would adore him and probably show him things even HE didn’t know… Of course, rules had to be obeyed, and that meant using protection… Which id Gabe thought he could ride any of these girls bare back, good luck, they’d tease him but that would be the end of it. None of them wanted to get pregnant, any more than Gabe himself probably wanted to sire a litter at a brothel… But all that in mind? They would all get along swimmingly sure… and would that make Violca jealous? She couldn’t say… She had never been jealous before, not once, not of any one or anything thing. Life was simply life, and people loved who they loved, she saw no reason to have the green eyed monster rear up at her. Though he Might be careful with the girls here though, because they could get mighty jealous, and because of that? He might find himself at the end of a joke or two… Which were all in good humor, naturally, but if one of the girls fell in love with him? And he didn’t love them in return? The mess would be utterly audacious. As for the women who needed to loosen up? She would agree with him whole heartedly on that one. She chose to keep herself pure… She was saving herself for marriage, a rather novel thing in Gypsy society, indeed it was virtually unheard of… Woman stayed with and left men as they chose, and sometimes they kept the children, sometimes they didn’t. It was how they kept inbreeding non-existent among the caravans. She just… She wanted to fall in love… The kind of love that fairy tales were made of… The sort that songs are written for and poetry is composed of… She wanted someone to love her madly, to the point they couldn’t imagine anyone but her, and then… If that happened… They would be married and then… Only then… Would she sleep with someone… After that? Who knew… But it was her choice, and so far, she had stuck to it. She asked if he wanted to start tonight or tomorrow, understand his response, that he wanted a chance to settle it and let it all… Absorb into his reality. “You are of making it sound as if it were a bad thing… You are a silly man, Gabe Dumont…” When she said his name… It was like magic… Like a spell… Like a secret whispered between lovers… It was enough to make a man go a bit weak in the knees… Consuela and Manolo looked at each other, smiling and nodding, speaking in perfect English they looked forward to it… All before watching Violca before they began to prep and cook the evening meal. She was glad when they came to the outside in a way… If only because it was back here… They had one of the few actual oak trees… It was ancient and full leafed… And her Caravan was right under it so when it rained it was pure music… As if it rained very much here though but that wasn’t the point… Luca’s own Caravan was about double the size of hers, but she had hers made in the antique way, where as Luca’s was a more modern take on it, which suited Gabe just fine it would seem. When she began to look through the drawers, it was just to make sure Luca didn’t leave behind anything personal, anything that might look bad… Love letters or things like that… Anything she did find, she picked up and held, keeping them for Luca. Was it going to be torture for him, truly? If she knew, she would have put him up at the hotel with Luca, they could have roomed and been perfectly fine… She didn’t want him to be in agony… She just thought it was the best place for him because it was safe and clean, close to work, and it had everything he needed at no cost to him… It wasn’t till he called her Ma’am that she realized he hadn’t given her name before, nor had she given hers. She blushed softly for a moment before answering.* “Oh… My name is Violca… Violca Conley… I am really happy you find it perfect, it is the most suitable arrangement for your work… If you look out of window, you can see the large square building without the top? That is the bathing house we have, it is small but good for the workers, and sometimes the girls use it in a pinch… It has baths and showers, hot and cold water. We have well under bar but you didn’t hear that from me!” She said with a smile and a wink… A secret… And how they managed to make the liquor without having to cart in extra water. She slid off the bed once more and took the things with her that Luca had left behind. “I have to go and get ready for my show… Enjoy your rest and everything you do, Mister Gabe… When you are of hungry, just go into the kitchen and ask Manolo for a plate… Consuela will hit you with a spoon if you ask her… Friendly advice.” She said with a smile before she left him there, to settle in as he chose, she herself heading over to her own caravan about ten feet away from his… Close but not too close… Opening the silk screened doors before disappearing inside… Shortly after the scent of sandalwood could be found drifting on the wind with vanilla and correander… Something that smelled like… Almost instant lust… But… Not Quite…







(06/09/16 : 18:30:30)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: They spoke a little back and fourth, he watched her make sure things were free from her brothers items, but mostly he was just watching the way she moved and soaked in the tones of her speech. Honestly he loved her broken or mixed up English, it was endearing and he wouldn’t dare correct her on it. Though he knew with time it would become far more American he wasn’t about to hurry that along if he could help it. She left and something within him sank as he sat on the bed. Speaking of, it was quite comfortable. He laid back, one arm folded beneath his head. Normally he would be trying to think of ways to make the space his own but right now all that he could think about was when she bend over and he saw the pink of her areola, the hard little candy shaped tips that adorned the centers of them. Like a stolen peek of things forbidden from mortal man. And he was very much a man, a man with wants and need. Then the scent hit and his head reeled. He took time for himself then. Allowing it to picture her within the most intimate of moments, of the feel of his teeth along her shoulder or that little notch along her hip. The sound of her voice when all it did was make sounds for him, unable to make actual words when caught between touches. His hand drifted and his need sated. Within moment he was asleep. When he woke it was dark outside and he could think again. Thank the Gods for that. He took a few deep breaths then began to wash up. He was going to be at that show, come hell or high water he would still make sure that he swam or battled all within his path if needed to make it happen. Thankfully he was just a little bit away from the entrance of the kitchen that would lead to where all the hustle and flow was. After he was as presentable as he could muster, donning his Sunday best, at least for the now as he would soon be getting new duds, he did just that.



He walked into the main room and saw that the heavy drapes along the stage were still closed. Sitting at the bar he ordered himself something to drink and just watched the crowd. He noted this or that little argument that could get out of hand, but within just a few moments someone ordered the two foul mood ass holes something more to drink and all was forgiven. Funny how a new drink can do that for a person’s temperament. Especially those well on their way to being shit faced already. He noted the games and began to study them each. This was work for him. This was a sort of training session as he drank slowly, nursing the whisky.



(06/09/16 : 19:10:17)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: Luca was bad about forgetting little things, and she was sure that the poor girl who had written him those notes and left pictures, surely didn’t want a stranger looking them over. After that was all done and sorted, they had chatted a little, her and Gabe… That was the end of that though, and why? Because Lola didn’t want to perform tonight, despite her telling them that she would, and that left her in a pinch… And by a pinch, it meant she would have to go up and perform rather than the esteemed miss Lola… To tell you the truth? She was rather sure that Lola was in bed with Luca, and that left her to pick up the slack. Again. Then again, after five months? She was used to it? She left Gabe to his ends, she had a whole lot more to worry about right now, and that was getting ready in short order. Hence the scent that hit him while he was laying in that bed… The scent that made a man think of sex and soft feminine things, of exotic far away lands, of something dark and begging to be explored… What was she doing? Creating incense and her own perfume… Why? Because this performance demanded it. She didn’t have time to grab a shower and that was alright, she didn’t exactly need one, by the end of the performance she would be soaked anyways and it would be a waste of precious water… So what did she do? She closed every door and window, locking herself in the softly scented smoky room that was her home… She stripped down, throwing it all in a basket in one of the many hidden drawers, and pulled out one of her costumes… It was precious as all get out to her, and one of her absolutely most prized possessions, come all the way up from Persia… It would cost her a years worth of work to get enough money to remake it, and that, that was just insane… This? It had been a gift to her for one of her performances with an Arabic Prince when they had been touring that area of Europe. She had to adjust it a bit, take in the bust, it had been made for a woman more endowed than she… But in the end? It fit her like a glove and yet… Didn’t… It was a two piece ensemble, made from polished amber and golden tigers eye, pearls perfectly round and the color of butter… White satin with golden thread woven throughout… The long strands too multiple to count, some longer, some shorter, some fell over her shoulders and others not… It was an embellished bustier with rich embroidery all over the cups and a haltered style top with the bands looping behind her back… When she moved, she actually rustled softly, like beads in a velvet purse… The bottom was a skirt, three panels of a white cotton so soft and fine it was nearly transparent and virtually floated. The waist line was just as richly detailed as the cups of her bralett, with more strings of beads and pearls hanging off of it, and the whole thing sitting so low on her hips that it showed off her entire abdomen… She was lightly coated from head to toe in almond oil, the scent sweet and delicate, and it made her skin glow like the moon itself… On her hands and feet she drew hienna tattoos in the forms of flowers like lilies and lotus flowers… The tips of each finger were painted red, dipped in more dye, her nails lacquered in the same color… Her lips were pained the same red which made them look all the fuller, plumper, begging to be kissed… She wore her long dark hair in a messy, half pinned up style, letting the curls fall down her back while others stayed up to frame her face and show off all the right things… Her feet were bare, her ankles and wrists were belled… The last two items she brought with her were the sword and blindfold… It was called the Judgement dance… And Judgement is blind… It was a rare dance indeed, only a few knew of it, fewer could do it…. She covered herself in a cloak and snuck onto the stage from the back, the people shuffling quickly to prepare the musical change, but thankfully they all got it together damn well… She kept the cloak on, donning her blindfold, the VERY sharp blade held before her as she waited… The music started then… A mans deep, wavering timber, sounding like this came directly from the sands of Arabia itself… The curtain slowly rose to show her there… Standing in a blood red cloak… Her face hidden, just her and the blade… Then she moved that very same sword, slicing it across her neck it would seem, but it just released the clasp… the velvet falling to the ground… Leaving her in her costume… To more than a few stunned, silent gasps of the crowd… There began a deep, primal sort of drumming in the background, the sound of a flute and other foreign, exotic instruments… The cloak was dragged off stage and she began her dance, her movements so controlled, so precise and in time with the music… It was beyond mesmerizing… It was utterly hypnotic… Shortly after she began to move her hips, and that’s when things really… Really got good… The sound of bells as she moved, the clank and rustle of the beads… She way she moved the blade across her body, all while blindfolded… Some thought she might cut herself! Yet all the while, shes fluid as water, perfectly in time with the music, her hips swaying from side to side… The sexual undulations of her stomach and the rise and fall of her breasts… The perfect sensual control of her own body… She moved every part in perfect time, her oiled skin glimmering in the lamp lights, the incense burning that gave the illusion of being in some prince’s tent in the wild deserts… Things changed as she dropped to her knees in one fluid movement, running the blade over her body once again, leaning all the way back… Her thighs spread as she undulated, the blade resting on her belly… Perfectly balanced on its sharp end as she moved… Never falling… Never wavering… She slowly rose, still blind… Her hands taking up the blade as she slowly rose, undulating the enture time only to place the blade atop her head…. Perfectly balanced… And she shifted… From left to right… One leg rising… The other sliding up… Then the other… Each time promising to give a hint of her most sacred place but always… Always it was JUSt hidden… A perfect, tantalizing tease, driving the men to sit as rigid as their anatomy in the seats… Even the women becoming flustered and a touch aroused… She moved her arms, her shoulders, her chest rose and fell in such a rhythm that it made one think of a woman in the throes of climatic bliss…She stood, the blade still atop her head, never even so much as wiggling a touch… Her balance was perfect. She began to dance across the stage, her hips moving fast from side to side, sending the beads to dancing in rhythm to the drums, her feet seeming to glide across the stage as her torso continued that sensual undulation… Towards the end, as this went on for several minutes, she dropped to her knees again, this time with her head to the crowd, the blade held in her bare hands as she undulated with the drum beats, perfect, utterly perfect control… Her hips rising and writhing… Rolling over slowly, the blade balanced atop her shoulders as she did this, her arms slowly twisting, gliding up and down… All before she slid theblade down the length of her body as she rose, spinning, her skirts flying, showing off her perfectly long, shapely legs, her hair flying out… Before she suddenly dropped to a knee and drove the blade into the stage, just shy of her own toes… And the curtain would drop… the end of the show which had lasted a good twenty minutes or so.





(06/09/16 : 19:36:32)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









says to [Please... Don't Look At: He sat stunned. If he were to have seen himself a hanky would have been offered to catch the drool or something. He was caught between awe of her every movement, of seeing so much of her form, bare, and gyrating in ways that matched what he had imagined just hours prior within his new bed, and wanting to run onto the stage to take the sharp fucking thing away from her. If she wanted to be blindfolded and to play with dangerous things he could to that in the privacy of his caravan and the only dangerous thing she would have to deal with then would be the force that he would take her. But, I digress. Between the music and the way… just my God. He adjusted within his seat. He drank, deeply. He ran his fingers through his hair. He scratched the scruff along his chin. He muttered little things beneath his breath. Oh.. and yes he adjusted himself. Several times. At one point he even rubbed his eyes with a deep swallow. This woman was going to be the death of him. THE DEATH. He was going to be living next to that? Christ on a cracker.. this.. my God. He stood at one point and paced, like literally paced because there was nothing else he could do at that point. He went through rage that she would play with something to life ending to telling himself to sit his fucking ass back down as she knew what she was doing or she wouldn’t be doing it. Then.. even went to self scolding about how he was acting like she was his and that they just met that fucking day how ego filled could he be? Sitting again, he took another drink… and then he fell under the spell. Pure need began to run through his veins as the drums spoke to his loins, her hips didn’t help at all. His cock was going to be shredded before he got this memory out of his mind, that he was certain about. When it was over he breathed like ha had been holding it the whole time. He whistled between his lips with his rough fingers and sat asking this time for some fruit juice to help clear his mind. Then came the thoughts of anything that might talk his body down from the state it was in. Fucking woman! GRRRRGH!!!



(06/09/16 : 20:09:58)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: Take the sharp thing away from her… If he had ever told her that, he would have to pick her up from the ground, because she would have fallen down laughing. Take a blade… from Gypsy? Tell a fish not to swim! You’ll have better luck! She had been playing with knives since she was five, cutting up root vegetables to herbs, and when she was nine? She was already catching and killing rabbits. She was more comfortable with a knife than most surgeons! The fact that she was blindfolded didn’t matter to her really, she had done this dance many times, learned it from a professional who was a true Princes beloved concubine. She knew every step, down to the most minute movement that one could possibly get, even on a new stage. She knew she was risking a lot though… They were staffed but not fully… If someone decided to get on the stage? Would Gabe be able to get them down? Or would she have to take hands off? It wouldn’t have been the first time she had to defend herself after a performance, or even during one… But no… No commotions… If anything… She was scared… It was so silent…She couldn’t hear anything from beyond the music… No click of dice or dominos… No cards or the rattle of the roulette… No cussing or talking… Not even the occasional loud moan from one of the girls upstairs… Nothing… Just… Silence… She didn’t stop though, she didn’t lift her blind fold, none of it… She was blind… She didn’t see Gabe’s reactions… She didn’t see anyone’s… She had no idea if they were enthralled or appalled… When the music slowly faded out after she had stabbed the sward into the stage, the sound of the curtain dropping, oh THEN she heard it… The manic applause. The loud hollers and wolf whistles and cheering… Calls for an encore… Which she could not, and would not do… She took the blindfold off and asked the guys to play some music, have the can can girls come on… Let that settle them down or rile them up either way… She was done… She took up the cloak and headed out back once more, getting a hug from Consuela, she knew what it cost her to put herself out there like that… The shy, short woman on stage for all too see, these American strangers who called her a jippo or other slurs in the east… It made her feel… Exposed… Manolo offered to walk her back to the caravan, but she knew this was rush time, and he had things he needed to do. So she took her own time, enjoying the ice room for a while, avoiding the basement like the plague… Out the back door and to her caravan… Leaving the doors open to catch the cool night air, lighting the candles as she sat down at the table before her… “Manus Menos Manus Menos… I humbly implore you…” She took up her cards then… The well worn, generation old pack of Tarot… A small music box beside her playing a soft melody as she shuffled the cards, laying them out in the shape as old as time itself… She just waited… Her fingers not daring to turn a card… Her heart… Her mind… Unsettled… She stood up then and changed out of her costume, carefully replacing it in its lined box, and pulling over her head the soft white eyelet lace nightgown she had… The sleeves gently gathered at her wrists… The neckline a low square cut… Her hair piled loose over her shoulder “I’ll sim and sail on savage seas… With never a fear of drowing… and gladly ride the waves of life… If you would marry me… No scorching sun… Nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey… If you will promise me your heart… And love… and love me for eternity…” Again that heart jerking sound of her voice… The poignancy of it even more so now than before… She rested her shoulder against the door of her caravan, just letting the colder wind cool her skin, her voice drifting on the silent wind as the Saloon kicked into high gear. “My dearest one my darling dear, your mighty words astound me, But I’ve no need for mighty deeds, when I feel your arms around me… But I would bring your rings of gold, I’d even sing you poetry, and I would keep you from all hard, if you would stay beside me… I have no use of rings of gold, and I care not for your poetry, I only want your hand to hold, I only want you near me…” It was a Norse love song… One that had been passed along the gypsy camps for generations before she was born… She used to hear boys and girls sing the different versus before they became promised to each other, often during the summer festivals when all the caravans came together in a giant gathering of their people… She let the words drift off once more before she headed back into her caravan… She wanted to know more about Gabe… And the Cards… The Cards would tell her…



(06/09/16 : 20:38:19)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: He instantly made his way through the crowd to the side of the stage, but he had to battle the people first. It seemed like the force of the world was stopping him and he had to right upstream with every step. Once he got there.. she was no where to be found. He looked around and found nothing. Into this room, then that, the occasional squeal from a packed costume room as dance girls giggled for having not seen him before. “Come in side!!! No No!!! Please,, are you afraid? Come inside we will” and he closed the door again to the sounds of up roaring laughter. The only thing he could think of was outside to her caravan so once more he battled the crowds. Though the kitchen he went and asked about her to the cooks who both pointed to where he thought she might be. He brought with him and ice cold glass of water and knocked on the door gently, “Violca, Hello? I am leaving a glass of ice water here for you, I am sure you are changing or something. I do not want to intrude, but I wanted to let you know that your dance was one of the most enthralling things that I have ever experienced. If you wish for company I will be by the fire for a bit.” He didn’t even know if she was in there, or what to say to her. He wanted to tell her with high energy how awesome she was while at the same time he wanted to tell her how worried he was. It was all too much, too fast, and he felt foolish for it. Grabbing an extra blanket that was in his place.. he spread it on the ground just outside the large tree’s reach so that the sky could be seen and he set the firepit alight with flames. He had no reason to believe she would join him, but stranger things have happened, yes?



(06/09/16 : 21:08:02)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: No one would ever say the girls at the Gypsy Kiss were shy! Oh sure, they could fake it for a customer, be the virgin they wanted to bed down complete with little blood capsules… She was glad of it too, she had a feeling if not for the girls, she might have had a harder time slipping out than she currently did. Her nerves were a MESS! She could shoot a man dead without so much as a tremble of her hand, but doing something like that, it always left her feeling a bit weak… A little sick in the stomach… The two in the kitchen knew how to help her get out, she often hid in the ice box for a while, just taking a few deep breaths of the cold air… Thanking… Oh… Thanking providence for the cold… It also let those who might try to tail her get good and discouraged by the time she got out. She had made it tonight without incident, got to her caravan and changed, lit her candles and destressed in the form of singing… She was surprised at the knock though… She thought he would be watching the rest of the shows? She opened her door, the top half swinging out… She still had her lipstick on, her dark hair down and in a soft chocolate colored cloud around her face and shoulders, her eyes so shockingly blue against the dark cloud and red colored lips. “Gabe? Why of are you out here?... Did something happen?” She paused a moment… Realizing he was complimenting her and bringing her a glass of ice water… And it was one of the kindest things anyone had said in a long time… She remained there… Looking out at him from her Caravan… Seeing the water on the little sill… Still icy cold… She took the glass and closed the upper half of the door again, settling down to the cards, seeing the blaze as he lit a fire outside… She began to turn the cards over… And ended up choking on her water… Two of cups… The Knight of cups…. “No… No no no…. Nah-uh…” She said under her breath… “trebuie să fii mă glumea…” She shook her head again… Turning over another card, and she ended up just sitting her glass down, she had never seen a reading like this before… Not ever… The ten of pentacles… The lovers card… Four of Wands… Then she saw it… Her heart turned over as she looked out the window… Ace of cups… Empress… She gave up… She stopped and put the cards away… Why? Because it was love… Every single one of them… But was it for her? Or for him? Would he find love with Lola Montez, the famous beauty from Ireland? Or would she fall in love with someone? As if! She dismissed that one easily, even readily… She had decided when they left Romania that she would never marry, never settle down, never have children… Why even try? What American would understand her? The way she couldn’t stand to be still in one place… How she longed for the wild mountains and open fields full of flowers in colors you never knew existed… Of desert lands with fig trees and the smell of myrrh on the wind so strong you can taste it… With curry and chilies… They would just want her to stay here in America, in one place, to set roots down and pop out little babies… It wasn’t that she hated them, she didn’t, not at all… A part of her had, at one time, looked forward to having children very much… But that time had passed and gone, and her belief in love, or in fairy tales for that matter… Just turned to ash in her mouth… She was alright though… She had come to terms with her life… After all, Luca was her twin… The were two halves of a whole… Where he went… So too would she… So single she would remain… Which meant the cards were for him… And there were plenty of girls who would have him too… With his rugged looks and long dark hair, he looked like a Gypsy, especially with those dark laughing eyes… She frowned at herself and drank down the last of the water and sighed, rubbing her forehead… She would remain painted till she snuck her bath tonight, but she wouldn’t deny him his wish for company, she kind of needed it… At least to settle her own nerves… Besides… Gabe wouldn’t be attracted to her, why try to make advancements on her when there was fifteen lovely, well trained women upstairs who would be more than happy to give him a run? So she came out, no shawl needed, even though it got cold here at night… It felt good against her skin compared to the heat of the day. She came, barefooted, over to the blanket that he had laid out… And she simply sat there, long hair falling well down her waist, piling up on the blanket… Her fingers and toes still painted, the exotic scents still cloying to her skin and hair, the red lips… She said nothing… Simply watched the fire… Letting his presence and the flames calm her… Reminding her of better days and times… “You should be inside with one of the girls… This is your night off… You are missing of the shows and the drinks… The can can girls are very pretty too… So why for are you in of the out?”



(06/09/16 : 21:54:04)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: He heard her come out but didn’t turn around. Even though the nerves scraped along his senses and screamed at him to do something, fight, flight, fuck.. something, he did what he could to ignore it all. You see, the girl up on the stage tonight, was not the same girl that he had talked with all day. The girl he talked with all day was a shy sweet little thing. The woman on the stage was a siren. Could they both inhabit the same body? Of course, but he was more willing to bet that she was wearing a mask, the masks that we all wear when we do something that we have to but is simply not us. Masks like those took tolls on the heart and soul. He saw how the kitchen staff looked at him as if he were a God about to come to the rescue of someone, he made note of just how fast she had left the area the millisecond the act was complete. He had seen people put on those faces of falsity before. He hated thinking that was what she had done. That she was capable of such enormous talent, beauty, and grace and all with shutting out emotions. Or maybe he was reading too much into it. When she sat he smiled that welcome smile a man gives to a woman when she comes near, and after a few moments of silence her question came, “I have seen the only show I was supposed to see tonight. I am out here because something told me that you might wish the company, even if it was only my own wishful thinking.” He turned to her a little, one arm holding the majority of his upper body weight as he handed her a small little daisy that had been plucked from the yard. “Sometimes I do that, it is rare, but I know that it happens,” his body language open to her, leaning slightly but not within her sphere of space, “It will project my own feelings, wants, and needs upon others and make me think that my wishes are theirs, giving me an excuse to act on them. Tell me, am I projecting? Because if you would rather be alone I would understand. I would be hearbroken, but I would understand. Though,” and his eyes found hers and latched on, “Even if that was the case, it is a nice evening, a nice fire, and lovely stars, why not share it with a near stranger?” It was only then that his eyes traveled down to her lips. Those dark painted beautifies. He pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her, “The red looks wonderful on you, it is such a contrast to your skin, but if I am not sure it fits your essence. If you wish….” And le let the rest of that go. She should know what he meant as his eyes returned to hers… lingered for a moment and reluctantly he turned back to the fire. It was then he took a deep breath for it took everything inside of him not to kiss her just then. Everything.



06/09/16 : 22:39:26)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: Is this how it all starts then? Boy meets girl in street… Provides himself a knight in shining armor to the fair and noble princess? She then bestows on him a knighthood in the form of employment and security?... Maybe… Or maybe it was just a whole lot of coincidence that, at the end, would result in a resounding nothing. Life was strange like that, it could lead you to the end of the rainbow and give you a pot of gold or a short fat midget shitting on a log… It did what it wanted to in the end, and in that very same moment, things could either turn out in a happily ever after or just utterly Brothers Grimm… Right now though… They had just started… Did she need saving… Yes… In Romania it was different… She danced with her troop, with her people, her family… She knew the songs, the languages, and the people… The people knew them, knew what was allowed, what was expected… But this was America… Wild, uncivilized America, nastier than even the meanest of Mongols… She did what she had to do when they left… Luca had ruined her life but he was family, and family to a gypsy was stronger than any bond, even that of love… She had been so ready to be married to her baker boy… Then in the middle of the night, it was gone, over in a flash… They took her caravan all the way to Spain where she had to sell it… Sell her HOME… Everything she knew and loved… So they could buy passage to the America’s and have a little money to live on until they found jobs… Luca took on work in the Saloons and other places, learning the trade, and she had been a maid and laundry worker… Her hands had cracked and bled, her back ached and cried in pain, and she had never been so cold or hungry in all her life… But at the end? They managed to save enough between them to buy and renovate the Gypsy Kiss… She had a much better life now yes but… Why? All of this? Had not been her choice… She had been drug along on a current, pulled down in the rip tide of her brothers actions, and in the end? Yes he took care of her financially… She had a new caravan and pretty dresses and ribbons… But she had lost everything… What were baubles compared to that? Luca? Ha… Luca didn’t miss their home land at all… But she did… In a way it left her incredibly lonely, and though she seemed friendly and social, she was painfully shy… Not afraid but… Warry of this world now… Did she put on a mask? Yes… She had to in order to survive… Gabe had seen that, at least… The ability to do what she had to do to survive versus what she wanted to do… When she had read the cards she had nearly choked on the water he got for her, and really, she wanted to laugh at what ever Angel was playing with her… It wasn’t a funny game… For her, or for him, for that matter… She had come out to join him because the night air was sweet and cool, it smelled like creosote and mesquite… They sat near each other, but not terribly near, her knees drawn up to her chest as she wrapped her painted hands around them… She saw him smile… her own lips curling in return… ” I would be of a liar if I said no… The company is good… Like this… It reminds me of home…” They would do this at night… Dance and sing and talk… Tell stories, play cards or dice, drink themselves stupid… Sleep under the caravans if the weather was hot… In them when it was cold… It was… Soothing… When he handed her the daisy though she blushed hotly, biting the inside of her lips, her fingers curling around the precious little thing… See… Something America was very backwards on… Was the meaning of flowers… Every flower had a meaning… Every plant… Every herb… A Daisy… A Daisy meant new beginnings… It meant Purity and Innocence… And it also meant love, and the ability to keep a secret… Now… Given the cards she had read… And she was fairly sure that Gabe didn’t know a daisy from a chamomile if it tickled his butt when breaking water… “Gabe… My people are believing in that more than we believe in God or Gods… Sometimes you are have to go with it… Because Fate guides us all with invisible hands… We can’t fight it, even if it seems we are of winning, we aren’t… Fate just lets us think we’re winning because we’re still children to her… And she is our Mother… Like all mothers she can be kind or cruel too.. So…” She said, ending with a shrug that only a gypsy can pull off, which means everything and nothing all at once. When he caught her gaze though… Something in her just thudded… hard… Like a pull from somewhere behind her heart, pushing it into her ribcage, making it hard to breathe for a moment… The flush instantly on her cheeks… “Are we of the strangers then? Is I am all of that to you? Just a shadow in life?” Strangers were… A weird word to her… A weird thing… Something that never existed in romania… There was simply family… and not family… And not family were either enimies or friends… It was tht simple… “No…” She said… Her voice a bare soft whisper, her eyes seeming to glitter, like the stars themselves were in them. “I am not wanting to be alone…” She thought… She thought for a moment… His eyes on her lips… Her heart thudding madly… Insanely hard… She couldn’t breathe… She felt faint… Her whole body seemed to tremble… But then he just pulled out a handkerchief to her… Telling her the red was nice but… Not her… “Oh… I see… I am thanking you for this…” She said as she carefully wiped it off, taking up as little of the cloth as she could, making sure she got it all off. She would have handed it back to him but… It was stained with lipstick… Not quite the thing… She bit her lip again…* “Did you… Want to kiss me, Mister Gabe? Or was it just my lipstick you were looking at?” She was shy… But she could be fearless too… “Daisy’s mean purity, a new beginning… True love… That the sender can keep a secret of their love for each other… Maybe… for you should be careful… I am Gypsy and I dance yes but…I am not like girls upstairs… No kiss I have before… I am not knowing what you are meaning… So… I am wanting you to know… sometimes can be… what is English word… confused? Mis…mis… mis…misconpood? Miscontood? Mis… Ah bother… English is of hard…”





(06/09/16 : 23:46:33)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: He could hear the flutter within her voice and he fought with everything that he was to not push her back and rip the clothing right off her body. To hike that dress up to her hips and press his hand deeply between until her flesh gave way and he touched heaven itself. He wanted to see the rest of her skin pink against his touch and he wanted to mar it’s porcelain perfection with his fingertips, to leave soft bruises behind in laces that no one else would see but her so that when she woke in the morning.. the memory of what happened beneath the stars tonight would plague the back of her mind and keep her off kilter over and over again as she pretended the day was like any other. He wanted so much but he held it all back like a thin dam creaking on the verge of destruction from the power it held back. Instead he took in a breath and he whispered very softly, his lips now hovering hers, so closely that she could feel the movement, “I am going to kiss you now my little dearling. My lips are going to touch yours, and then my tongue.” His tone was low, husky, and rolled through the tiny space, claiming it his with the vibration of it. Then they touched, the hand that had just teased the fullness of her lip had slipped around her neck and tangled within the length of her hair. He didn’t grip, he didn’t pull back on it, it was the other, way actually. Instead of leaning closer he pulled her to him. It was just a little space but he knew that the action would pull her out of her comfort zone. He didn’t want to scare her, not really, but he didn’t want his kiss to be like any others that may follow by another. He wanted it to imprint on the fabric of her soul so that she would forever compare anyone else to him. They pressed softly, the brushed off to the side with what might have been thought of some kind of withdrawal until he pressed in again, sucking at her lip, pulling it away, parting them so that the strength of his tongue could push between, but instead it just flicked at her top lip. Softly, gently, more like a caress then a flick, truth be told and within that pregnant pause he moaned. This time his lips would move against hers as he asked, “Would you like to feel that again?” It was a simple kiss yet he knew there was nothing simple about it. He waited… again.. to hear her say yes.







(06/10/16 : 00:15:44)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: How could she resist… If she had been an American, this would have been any girls dream, taming the bad boy under the stars… Trading her first kiss for his salvation… So many women in town would be giving their left tit and then some for this moment… But for her? This was something else… He was like… A will-o-the-wisp… Luring her forward with blue rings of fire… Promising her treasures beyond her imagining if she was brave enough to face the flames… If she knew where his thoughts were going… She might bolt… Or she might surrender… Every woman was curious… Even more so as they got older, and she was a woman already, and she wanted… She had needs… Things she couldn’t explain that sometimes left her frustrated without an understanding of why… She would have welcomed those finger prints… Little wolf tracks of his hands on her snow white flesh… Proof of their hunting along her body… Would she arch and writhe for him? Would she allow him to bring her to pleasure? To that peak? And would he be willing to do it to gain nothing in return? For one thing she was adamant about… Was that last part of her… The one special thing she could give up only once… Right now though… She was capitulating… She had given in to the want… To know was it was like to be kissed… When he hoovered there… The could taste the whiskey breath… The scented rum… The spices… Oh God… Another kitten like mewl passed her lips as he tortured her in the most….Divine way possible… She ACHED… She felt so hot…. Her nipples were forming perfect little peaks against her nightgown as that… Somewhat familiar ache settled over her… A need she didn’t know or understand… Yet she felt it from time to time all the same… And it was incredibly hard right now… To the point that just the slightest brushing of his breath against her skin made her want to fuse her thighs together…As if it would ease it… He told her he was going to kiss her… His lips to hers… Then his tongue… Oh God.. Oh God… Oh God… Her thighs fused together and rubbed, aching, why… Why was this so… Arousing? It was just a kiss… Wasn’t it? Then he moved in… No… He didn’t move in…He pulled her to him… Setting her off balance, causing a shift, sparking something… Her eyes flashing open before they started at him, wide and startled, before they fluttered and she sunk down… Submitting… The keenest… Softest… most sensual little mewls and whines of pleasure falling from her lips… Vibrating along the long, slender length of her neck…Her hands, once on the ground, reached up… Fisting in his shirt… Pulling him… Holding him… Anchoring herself to the ground as he sent her head flying up to the stars… She tasted like honey and fresh green apples, clean sweet water and the gentle salt of pita bread… When he seemed to pull away, she refused, her fingers curing in tighter still… Nails raking his skin through his shirt… Moving in… following his every lead… A perfect partner… As if she had been kissing for years… Or perhaps she had just been waiting to be kissed by him… When he tugged, flicked at her lips, it stirred something hotter inside… Deeper… Feeling it pool somewhere between her thighs… It made her feel drunk… When he fully pulled away, or rather, ended the kiss so he could speak… “Please…” She whined ever so softly… Leaning into him, their upper bodies meeting, her firm palm sized breasts pressing into his chest…Her fingers… Hands sliding up… Moving… Coming to tangle in his hair… To fist… Her nails lightly scoring his scalp… Something… Something was there… Something sparked and lit a wild flame… Oh God… She waited… Her face a perfect little mask of feminine frustration when he didn’t kiss her right away.* “Please Gabe.. Kiss me again…”





(06/10/16 : 00:44:40)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: This time his mouth fused atop hers with an animalistic need. Tilting to the side as his hand now held a fistful of her hair and moved her as delicately as one could by the hair to meet him again. The other wrapping around her, filling the small of her back with fingers spread wide, crushing her to him. His body responded as fiercely as any man’s would, straining along his trousers, pressing against the feel of her hips as he pulled them both to the knees. It was the only way that he could feel her more soundly against his own form, needing her to know that he was aroused, even if she didn’t have all the information first hand. She was grown, she owned a place that housed some of the most erotic and at times lewd ladies the area had ever been so graced with so he knew that she was not ignorant to the ways of men and women, or passion, of carnal lust even if she had never been privy to it first hand. His tongue pressed and met hers, tumbling and caressing as his sounds seemed to answer her own. He sucked against her lip, almost chewing at it. Loud smacking sounds filled the air, joining with the ones they were both making together. Yet he remained stead fast, he didn’t lay her back along the blanket and have his way. This was not going to be some raged flame that leveled everything within it’s wake. This was to be a slow burn, the kind that turns you to ash from the inside out and you don’t even know exists until it has already consumed you. The kind that plagues your every thought and that alone resparks it like kindling and a soft breeze. After a short bit he pulled away, almost breathless, searching within her eyes from one to the next until he whispered again, “I am going to pull away,” the grip along her hair releasing and now just holding the back of her head once more like an infants if she were to fall back. “I will not kiss you again this night. But we can lay beneath the stars, hold hands if you wish, lay your head on my chest if it pleases you to do so. But tonight the embrace will end for if it lasts a moment longer I fear that I will be unable to hold back the other needs within.” He shook his head in the silence and knew that she could see the feelings with the features of his face, of his eyes, the importance of what he was about to say, “I want to move slowly. I want to teach you what ecstasies your body can feel. And I do not want it to be rushed. We will take our time.” Slowly his arms gave in such a way that she would be in control of her movements once more, no longer confined to the crush of his arms. Rough hands smoothed down her arms until his fingers met hers and he added. “Will lay back and watch the stars with me, Violca?” he had never been to gentle with anyone in all his life and he had ruined more than one virgin in his time. She was different and he didn’t know why. He didn’t care. He felt it. He felt that shit to his bones. So he spoke to her with caution, with a voice that showed his need yet also showed the self control that he had, even if it was barely held together at the moment.



(06/10/16 : 01:13:30)

[Please... Don't Look At Me...]



♪Violca Conley♪

♫The Book of Love is Long and Boring♫

♫And Written Very Long Ago.♫

♫It's full of Flowers and Heart-Shaped Boxes♫

♫And Things We're All too Young to Know.♫

[Silver Horn|Frisco:REVO]







..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Caravan..

.is within the Luna Frumoasa Caravan.



says to The Vulgar Gentleman .|.: What had she gotten herself into! What was she DOING?! The moment she begged him, it was like another side of him came out, and she was lost… She wasn’t afraid… No… She was… She was trilled… She was excited… His hunger fed her own, made the fire burn hotter, brighter… Please… Please God… That hand that tangled in her hair, dragging her to him, raising them to their knees… She could feel him against her… The first aroused male she had ever been around! She had never seen an erect male, even through his pants, as she never actually SAW the act… Ever… She was frightened at first… Where was that thing expecting to go, exactly? It was… Far from small… Or even god, hand sized, it would take two of hers to even manage it… And this coming from a woman who was perfectly comfortable with large side arms… She felt like she was going to faint, there was a pressure that kept building, her hands… They were all over him… Raking down his back through his shirt, her hips rolling against his instinctively, for some reason the action brought her just… Extreme pleasure… Like… A little more… Just a push… And she would find something… Wonderful… The kiss intensified, grew harder, her lips bruising under his… His sucking and nibbling teeth at the delicate berry pink flesh… They were love swollen and she couldn’t get enough… She bit him back… Hard on the bottom lip, dragging it back before she dove in, her head tilting, her tongue coming in to trace along his teeth before gliding along his own… Moans… slowly getting louder… Deeper… Sweeter… Hotter… He would be able to tell by the sound that she was about to climax just from sheer over stimulization… Every inch of her ached and was tight and hot, like she was going to pop out of her skin, and it all seemed to boil down to the juncture between her thighs.. The same place she was rubbing against the front of his pants with that very, very obvious bulge… “Give… You give it me now…” She was pleading for that release, her fingers finding their way beneath his shirt, scoring along his skin as she tried to find that place… That thing that would make the white hot coil inside herself shatter before she went crazy. She was amost there… SO close… Her nails sinking into his skin.. Soft little dots of dewy sweat on her brow from the fire and their lust… Then it was over… She whined frustrated, like a distraught kitten, gripping his shirt hard. “Nooooo…” She mewled, looked up at him, tears of frustration in her eyes… And she had never looked more beautiful… Flushed from lust and desire, her lips swollen as if bee stung, her chest heaving with passion… The only thing… The ONE thing that kept her from pushing… Was what he said… She wasn’t ready for that… Not even close… She was still dead set om saving it… On giving that gift to her husband and no other… SO That… That was a sobering thought… She was weak in his arms though, she felt like she could just melt… She was exhausted yet tight all at once, which left her with the oddest feeling ever, bot bad but… Not exactly pleasant… She paused… Just a moment… Trying to make hermind work…. “Gabe… I can’t… I am promised… I am saving myself for marriage… To give my virginity to him who is my husband…” As good as this had felt… And for a first kiss? It was… Over the moon… A history maker… One of those few kisses that all other kisses are measured by in the human race… “Thank you… For keeping me safe… And… For the kiss…” She didn’t like him removing his arms… No more than she liked him removing his lips from hers… She had never laid next to anyone other than Luca, and that was because they shared a small bed in a lodging house while they worked to save up… her heart was sill racing… Was his, too? She nodded her head and would wait for him to lay down before she would curl up beside him, the cold was truly setting in now, and hi warmth felt so good… She rested her head over his heart, her long, silken soft curls spilling over his arm… She began to hum, softly then, the lullaby she had picked up in England. “Lavenders green dilly dally, lavenders blue…” She hummed the rest softly, her voice starting to waver, the steady beating of his heart beneath her ear… The stars faded… She too… Before too long she was curled up… Asleep at his side… Her breath soft and gentle against his chest… She looked like an angel against him, her cheeks softly pink, lips still swollen, a look of pure rest on her features…





(06/10/16 : 01:31:11)

The Vulgar Gentleman





.|. Gabe Dumont .|.

Ain't no one gonna hand you anything for free..

Sometimes you have to take it.









..:Frisco, Utah:..

..Gypsy Kiss Saloon..

.is within The Gypsy Kiss Saloon.



says to [Please... Don't Look At: He had winced from every scratch but it was part and parcel of what ignited that need to the edge of his control, almost loosing sight of it within the softness of her skin. The occasional hiss within kisses. He knew that her body was in control of her words for a moment, her mind not even really thinking about what she was saying and that was why he had to remain set. He wouldn’t have been able to bare it if she had woke the next day and regretted her deeds. To have her look at him as if he were a letch that took advantage of an innocent. No.. He would walk her through every step. He would tell her what to expect, and if she was dead set on saving herself for marriage he sure the fuck would take her to that moment of debate as he walked her through ever other street that the city of lust was built upon. They would spend hours and days visiting this or that place along the road side. It didn’t need to be a rushed jog. Her eyes filled with water and he wanted to kiss each one away almost as much as he wanted to watch each one fall. Tears of want and passion were some of the most precious gifts that another human being can give you. They are a sign of emotion so deep that the body had no choice but to turn into the sea and crash wave upon wave against your shores, either washing you clean and pure again or pulling you into the depths in a death roll of guilt. He didn’t feel guilty. He had no reason to be. When he laid back the marks had become welts and once again he winced but refused to let her see it. The heat of her body and the weight of her against him was a moment in time that he would never forget. It would be the happy place that he ran to in the darkest of nights and it would keep him fuled through the rest of his days. Her voice wove around them both within a spell, making his lids heavy, and before he knew it even the starlight went black, her head nestled against him, her legs tangled with his own, their hands laced and still against his belly, and the other arm wrapped around her, holding her protected. The slept.



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