Character Name Chel
Headcanon: She's gay 4 pococoohontus
Relevant info: Prompt: Tulio and Miguel have wasted all their money gambling. You hear you can get mega cash ($$$$!!!!!!!!) for indulging Don Corneo. Do you do it?
Your nickname: Numbers
Brains really do not exclude beauty, honey.
Some girls think that because you've got hips and good looks you got everything, and well, she had that - but she wanted so much more. She would never have been content being nothing more than an entertainer, or a servant girl, or a wife who did nothing but sit around and knit and raise squealing kids.
No, all that was too normal, and way too boring. Life for her had stopped being boring ever since she had arrived in Spain with her two boys, but even then it had its ups and downs. She had found, in wealth, money was quickly lost - and in poverty, money was quickly gained. No home was ever permanent, and too often they traded country manors for creaky squatters.
She'd noticed, at least over time, that the cats seemed to follow them like ghosts. Travellers, cast on the wind and finding their only shelter beneath the grace of adventure. But hey, she had left El Dorado in the Year of the Jaguar - perhaps she'd taken the Jaguar with her, she couldn't say she didn't relate.
Yet though adventure was always a consistency, and fun another - the thing that seemed to drive all three of them was the taste of money. Gold shimmered from her ears, from her wrists and sometimes from her ankles - but how often had it been now that she would come home to find Tulio had gambled away her jewellery box?
Not that she wasn't a gambler, but at least she won. Or, if she didn't win - she'd get it back pretty quickly with a soft smile and the sway of her hips. Which, incidentally, was really going to help her out in this jam. Or, well, make it worse.
She was at some creep's house who really liked his garish decorating. He was apparently the Don in this hell hole, and it seemed her jewellery box was in his grubby hands. How could Tulio be so stupid as to lose to a guy with such a tacky fashion sense.
"Hey... So this is Don Corneo's place, right?" she smiled at the bodyguard who, really rather quickly, stepped aside for her.
"Oh yeah, you must be one of the new stock. He said it was good, and the Don never lies! Haha, come on in pretty lady," the UNNAMED MAN leered, placing his hand on her back - which was promptly swatted off. "Ooh, feisty. He likes that."
Ignoring the cheap lines she'd heard enough of before, she followed the guy inside. It was pretty gross he was talking about 'stock' like that, but hey, she'd known enough courtesans and prostitutes scrounging on the bottom end of society to expect this stuff to exist. Rolling her eyes though, she sighed as she waited to be 'seen to'. Apparently this Don guy was real busy.
Playing with her hair and looking completely uninterested in the guys that kept leering at her - she occupied herself by filling a chair by the wall, absolutely making sure no one would sneak up behind her.
"Hey, he's ready pretty lady. On you go up, enjoy the ride," the clichéd bad guy smirked. Rolling her eyes with a soft 'tch', she made her own way upstairs, turning at the top of the stairs only to give a really fake little giggle and a wave to the guy at the bottom of the stairs.
Practically dancing towards the grand door, she leant over and knocked - rather excited to get her game on. Well, excited wasn't exactly the right word. She was nervous too, but it was easy to just cover that up with giddyness and a smile.
Leaning on the door when the don answered, she tried to keep her face as seductive as possible - even if she almost puked/laughed at how awful he looked.
"YEEEEEEOWZZA!! CHIKIDEE, you got the thighs of a fuckin kangaroo you do. I'm gonna have fun bouncin all over that," he smacked his lips -- and she burst out laughing.
"Ahahahahahaha!!" She couldn't help it, this was really, really far too much. However, when he noticed he wasn't chuckling along - she stopped mid "- Ha?" Widening her eyes, she fluttered her eyelashes, "Oh," standing up straight after having nearly been doubled over laughing, and cleared her throat. "You were being serious, alright."
Gritting her teeth into a nervous smile, she tried to lighten the mood, "So!... What do you do for fun around here?" Stepping into the room - she gave him a glance that was, well, infused with as much lust as was possible for a big, fat, greasy sweat stain.
"Come on, I saw that look. Lets not talk about games and just get right into the main course, chickdee. Yeeoowww, you really are a latino dream, milky coffee bean honey," smiled Corneo, reaching out towards her.
She spun, though, before he could lay his grubby mitts on her glorious ass. "Uh huh, well! Don't you want to sample the goods first?" She smiled a little - and had this been... Any other guy, she would have tried you know, just a little to be convincing - laying her hands on them, or moving in so close that they could taste the breath from her -- but uh, no, no this guy was a whole different case. And he really stank.
"Whatcha mean Cheeky-bo??"
"I mean... Why don't you try..." she shuffled her hips a bit - pulling down from under her skirt a pair of undies. Lifting them (while closing her eyes on the scream of 'YEOWWWZAA'), she handed them over. "Giving those a little sniff?"
Biting her lip, she watched him take the bait- immediately putting it up to his mouth and taking a good, long inhale of the noxious substance on it.
Yawning, she looked towards that Don, commenting, "Weoow, I'm getting really sleepy, aren't you?"
Obviously, he passed out, as was rather typical in this kind of scenario.
Folding her arms, she shook her head a little - this was getting really too easy. How did Tulio lose to him?. Wow, well, anyway. It was best to get to work.
Tearing into the place - carefully peeling away his sweaty underwear when she reached that drawer - it wasn't long till she found his secret stash. Smiling, satisfied, and just a little bit excited -- a cry of Oooh! rising from her when she found a really nice bracelet this guy must have stolen from some filthy rich broad.
Shoving it on, and tucking away her box in some god forsaken place - she left the place.... But not before going back to spit a little in the Don's face, not that he wouldn't enjoy that when he woke up - but whatever.
"Have a nice time, babe?"
"Oh yeah, the best," she smiled, winked and waved - getting the fuck out of there.
Annnnd I already have a quote in mind for Chel. Just in case I forgot at any point how much I love your writing, even in a sinful
piece like this. How you play the minister as well as the--whatever Chel is--is a question for the ages.
Not to mention lolis in between.
JST STAY AWEIG FRM MY MAN OK!!1!11/2 approved
Numbers, you never cease to fascinate me~
Also you have another babe to add to your collection alongside Scarlet.
oh chel ohhh