Just A Shirtless Stroll Aug 25, 2009 3:23:21 GMT -5
Post by Cachot Maître on Aug 25, 2009 3:23:21 GMT -5
Lips are turning blue,
A kiss that can't renew.
A kiss that can't renew.
Everyone always stared, gawking at her lack of clothing. Maya was used to it by now, even if the others weren't. There she was, a woman of beautiful qualities. Her long, flowing black hair was kept in a bun, like every other day in Sacro. The weather was always scorching hot, but the breezes off the ocean's waters helped cool things down, if only by a little. Despite tradition and moral ethics, let alone the ethics of society, Maya walked along the city streets in nothing but a skimpy top, that revealed so much skin that it was horrifying to look at, but yet arousing to so many foreign eyes. To top that off, she lacked pants as well, wearing a matching bottom piece, that covered just enough so not to expose the more private areas of flesh, but, revealing enough that it was sin.
Despite her being a cleric, and a very devoted one at that, Maya flaunted her curves and showed off her natural beauty for all the see, though not entirely on purpose. She wore what she wore out of comfort, rather than anything sexual or egotistical. The weather here was so hot and unbearable, many people came into the Temple of Pelor due to heatstroke, and, after lines began to form, Maya decided enough was enough. Despite what the other clerics said about her outfit, and the whistles and gawking she would get as she walked down the street, Maya enjoyed what she wore, feeling every part of the wind as it licked at her exposed flesh.
Today was going just as well as any other. Maya offered her daily prayers to Pelor, and the moment she set out for the streets, several new traders to the island city whistled at her, shaking small pouches full of coins, lust in their eyes from being out at sea for several months. To which she turned her head away in slight disgust, and continued her pace, leaving several disappointed sailor's behind. Those who actually tried to follow her were quickly lost in the massive crowds and many turns. That was one reason why Maya loved it here so much, the sheer size of the island. It was easy to get lost in, and there were sometimes when she needed to be lost, but not today.
Taking a left and returning to one of the more thicker and busier roads, several traders waved at her, which she replied to with a smile and a wave as well. After four years of serving Pelor, and earning a reputation for her sinful appearance, everyone knew Maya, if only by stories alone. Out of all the people she wanted to run into today however, there was one that was at the top of her list. Dominic Torellion, an eccentric inventor, and a longtime friend. Maya could hardly remember how they first met, but, however their meeting went, they soon became quick acquaintances, and even more quickly, great friends.
Maya enjoyed his company for many reasons, one, because he could keep a conversation going, even if he derailed. He always had a way of keeping her entertained, and she liked that about him. Running up the steps of one of the more remote towers near the higher regions of the island, Dom's base of operations had a magnificent view, which was another reason why she loved visiting him.
Rapping the backside of her hand gently on the door of his main study, she slowly pushes the door open, peeking inside silently, so not to disturb him if he was tinkering with some arcane gizmo or gadget. "Dom? You busy?" She stepped inside the room, closing the door behind her as she entered. After all those times being scolded at the temple for leaving doors open even only slightly, the habit was set in her mind like stone.