There was a soft giggle beside him, and Cecilio could only vaguely wonder if he had fallen asleep beside a client again. Opening his blue eyes, he automatically smirked, then switched over to a confused expression. He was in a carriage, ‘Ah, yes, its all coming back to me now…’ He sat up, the carriage was a surprisingly comfortable one. A large one, drawn by four horses, painted a bright red so people would know it was the Courtesan Quarter’s. The inside interior was filled and padded with cushions, so it would be comfortable enough to service clients in, kept with the red theme too. This courtesan who rode with him today was outfitted in a red gown, and was a high class high pay one as well, who wore a red veil over her head. The whole red veil thing, it wasn’t a normal courtesan thing, it was just particular to this one who was originally a “harem girl” from a foreign country.
Recently courtesan were required to travel in twos, since one of them was murder recently, their corpse found split open in the gutters. This courtesan had been invited as a well dressed extra for the King’s social, though Cecilio just came to make sure she’d return at the end of the night...or the early light of the morning. He had also been required to dress up, his outfit chosen was formfitting, and a bright peacock blue. In fact, he was wear just as much ribbons and gems as the female courtesan he was travelling with, just in case he could pick up a client tonight.
“Awoken…haven’t you, Cecilio?” the courtesan spoke quietly, whilst staring out at the passing buildings.
Cecilio ran a hand through his hair, making sure it was still in a good condition, “Yes, I’m fine, I’m awake.” The quiet courtesan merely nodded at this. A few moments later, the carriage made a stop at the large hall. The wealthy Dons and Doñas were gathering in their groups as they entered, the other courtesan left to find her client, leaving Cecilio to do as he pleased.
He decided to entertain the guests, maybe attract a paying customer? He recognized some of his older clients, and initiated some small talk amongst them. “Fair Doñas, have any tricks you want to request?” He smiled coyly, and raised his brows at the gathered guests. One held out a metal needle, more expensive than a bone needle, but a metal one was indeed required for the trick. Must have known that he was coming. Cecilio gave a light chuckle and nodded, taking the needle in his hand, he pricked himself on his index finger and showed the guests the blood that had been drawn. Then, he stuck out his tongue and placed the needle atop it, drawing it back into his mouth.
For a few seconds he struggled with the needle in his mouth, shaping it into something interesting, though he really just needed to bend it a few times for the trick to be a success. The guests stared at him either in wonder, knowing the trick, or in confusion. He pulled the final product out of his mouth, the needle had been bent to resemble a crude sun…and the guests applauded at the demonstration. Women swooned, and some men as well…who didn’t love a man with a talented tongue? He spat on the floor immediately afterwards, demonstrating that he had been careful enough that he hadn’t pricked his tongue on the needle point. ‘Hopefully…long wire next time. A single needle didn’t give me much to work with…’