Mysaria's brothel and pleasure establishment in King's Landing, the center of her web, home to the most wicked, boundless and twisted pleasures. Pleasures beyond measure happen behind it's walls. Its mistress admits no moral restrains. Lavishly decorated as a Lyseni palace it's one of the most respected and appreciated brothels of its kind in the capital. From merchants to high lords, every end in the silken sheets of Mysaria's well-trained servants, and with them, secrets... Mysaria owns three more brothels in the city, far less sophisticated, for lower pleasures and smaller purses, including one exclusively served by men.
MYSARIA'S HOLDINGS
The Manse of Lust (Lodging House)
Level Two Trade Asset
15,000 Dragons a year in income.
House of Kiss, House of Sheets, House of Pillows (Small inns)
Three Level One Trade Asset
15,000 Dragons a year in income.
YEARLY INCOME: 60,000 GD
THE MISTRESS OF PLEASURE
Mysaria of Lys
Born 185 AC
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Ser Criston Cole made no efforts to mask his identity. Clad in the armour of the kingsguard, his surcoat of Aegon's largest dragons slaying Syrax hiding much of the white, Cole wore two different cloaks. On one should the white cloak was draped, a heavy wool cloak of gold hanging from the other. The cloaks were half of the length of those worn by his brothers in either order, drawn tightly in so that they did not restrict movement in his arms.
He asked to see the Mistress of Pleasure, snapping at his men that they remember why they had come. None of them had to coin to pay for what the ladies before them could offer anyway.
Mysaria welcomed him reclined on a couch, surrounded by cushions. Her silvery hair falls braided and carefully combed to her delicate shoulders. She wore rich robes, of silk, brocade and heavily embroidered, everything in Lyseni fashion. She wore little but splendid jewelry, including a a diamond-sttuded ring. Like a cat she strecthed her limbs and looked at the Kingsguard with liliac eyes.
"Ser Criston Cole, I heard you were chaste and that always honored your bows. So, why you came here? Unless you really want the services I offer..."
Mysaria welcomed him reclined on a couch, surrounded by cushions. Her silvery hair falls braided and carefully combed to her delicate shoulders. She wore rich robes, of silk, brocade and heavily embroidered, everything in Lyseni fashion. She wore little but splendid jewelry, including a diamond-studded ring. Like a cat she stretched her limbs and looked at the Kingsguard with lilac eyes.
"Ser Criston Cole, I heard you were chaste and always honored your vows. So, why did you come here? Unless you really want the services I offer..."
I am afraid that I will never own enough coin to pay for your services, he voiced through a sigh. I am here for the services that your establishment is not known for. I hope that doing the duty of a loyal servant of the King would interest you.
She smiled. Not a single wrinkle appeared on her face. It was unnatural.
"So, I'm truly interested in what you have to offer, valiant knight. Tell me, what does his Grace want from me?"
Ser Cole dug his nails in to his palms, clenching tightly so as to divert his attention from the woman. You were Daemon's mistress before, as close a confidant as any other. He must have told you things. His Grace requires your knowledge of the traitor, anything and everything he is and has said. The knight shifted the weight off of one foot and on to another. Furthermore, I wish for all the names of those clients who have voiced loyalties which do not serve Aegon. I will have them dealt with as befits their status of lords, however they will be dealt with as traitors.
Ser Cole dug his nails in to his palms, clenching tightly so as to divert his attention from the woman. You were Daemon's mistress before, as close a confidant as any other. He must have told you things. His Grace requires your knowledge of the traitor, anything and everything he is and has said. The knight shifted the weight off of one foot and on to another. Furthermore, I wish for all the names of those clients who have voiced loyalties which do not serve Aegon. I will have them dealt with as befits their status of lords, however they will be dealt with as traitors.
She chuckled and her soft and light dress moved revealing her left shoulder and part of the breast. Her soft skin was marble like. She leaned on her elbow and looked at Cole with liliac eyes.
"I was, once, long ago. But after I miscarried his child back in 105 AC he barely visited me and then he married and I was left behind as a discarded whore"
She feigned indignation and rage pretty well, she even seemed to be jealeous. All that made her dangerously beautiful.
"I have little to tell the King, unless he wants to know how his uncle behaves in bed. Considering Targaryen's appetites and Valyrian customs it wouldn't be too weird"
She was perfectly serious. Was she joking?
"I care little for who my little birds bed, Ser, and these aren't the secrets I usually trade with. Infidelity is pretty profitable. However I will instruct them to denounce every whisper against his Grace, the King"
She chuckled and her soft and light dress moved revealing her left shoulder and part of the breast. Her soft skin was marble like. She leaned on her elbow and looked at Cole with liliac eyes.
"I was, once, long ago. But after I miscarried his child back in 105 AC he barely visited me and then he married and I was left behind as a discarded whore"
She feigned indignation and rage pretty well, she even seemed to be jealeous. All that made her dangerously beautiful.
"I have little to tell the King, unless he wants to know how his uncle behaves in bed. Considering Targaryen's appetites and Valyrian customs it wouldn't be too weird"
She was perfectly serious. Was she joking?
"I care little for who my little birds bed, Ser, and these aren't the secrets I usually trade with. Infidelity is pretty profitable. However I will instruct them to denounce every whisper against his Grace, the King"
*yawns*
Mysaria licked her lips.
"Something else, ser?"
For every traitor implicated by the words of your girls, the treasury of the Iron Throne will reward your establishment handsomely. King Aegon will see to it that the realm is repaired of any damages caused by your former bed fellow. On that, you have my word. There is nothing else, my lady.
Perhaps that was a bit of a stretch, but Criston did not believe that that simple courtesy would do any harm. Drinking in the sight for a brief moment, the Lord Commander made his exit.
Forrest Corbray enters the Manse of Lust eyes wide open...he had never seen anything like it. After ogling the ware a little he seeks a meeting with the Pale Worm of Lys.
She was sitting on an ornate chair. Dressed in Qarthene fashion, leaving a breast uncovered. A perfect nipple crowning marble-like breast. Untouched by age or time.
"Yes? They told me that a certain Corbray, Arryn's kinsman, has arrived to my doorstep..."
She was sitting on an ornate chair. Dressed in Qarthene fashion, leaving a breast uncovered. A perfect nipple crowning marble-like breast. Untouched by age or time.
"Yes? They told me that a certain Corbray, Arryn's kinsman, has arrived to my doorstep..."
"M-my..." the youth gulped, "my name is Forrest, Forrest Corbray, son of Lord Gwayne Corbray and cousin to the Queen. I come to speak with the Lady of Lys on my father's behalf."
Forrest nodded and moved closer, his eyes still focused on the exposed part of her.
My father has it on good authority that you are one of the richest citizens of this city, the Queen of a small business empire as it were, and of unwavering loyalty to the Rogue Prince. You have contacts and eyes everywhere, knowledge of men and secrets we would only imagine. We would like to involve you in a plot, to your great profit of course.
"A plot His Grace hasn't informed me yet? I may know what you will tell me already, boy"
She sipped.
"Try to surprise me and I may reward you"
Oh? He smiled wide at that. He decided to be blunt and get to the point. A plot to kill the false Queen and rid this city, with its many buildings...your brothels included...of the threat of dragon fire. Me and my brother were well trained by my uncle, a born killer of men, but he is gone now and we need all the help we can get. My father will inform the Lord Protector as soon as he had some success in the Crownlands, he thinks it will help him get Daemon's attention better.
"I knew about that already. You'll have no reward"
She licked her lips.
"I will put my abbilities to your disposal, Ser"
Forrest could not help but smile. Heartbroken as he was to miss the rewards of so delightful a creation of the Seven, Mysaria could only have known by way of Daemon, which meant his father was already achieving some success.
Father has a healthy purse of coin left, which he intended to use to hire a middle-men or bodyguards to keep us safe, or else weapons to increase our chances of success. Alternatively we could try and hire a more professional killer, although I do not think Corbray coin alone would suffice for that...
Corlys Velaryon seeks a private audience with the Master of Whispers.
He's led to Mysaria's chambers, lavish and large enough to be considered princely. She leaned on her coach, having given up on jewelry and costly robes. Mysaria wore black as mourning, including a soft veild over her face.
"Yes? Lord Velaryon you've never visited us, who and what do I owe this honor?"
Corlys nodded his head in some measure of respect, admiring the lavish decorations. High Tide had been furnished lavishly with his wealth, and it had been then he discovered a small appreciation for furnishings. Something he tried to keep unknown to anyone but himself. "Lady Mysaria, I am sorry for never visiting you before. My support for Daemon and our shared cause meant any business we needed naturally came from him." He looked solemn as he mentioned Daemon, Mysaria's mourning clothes a reminder of the pain he felt from Daemon's loss.
"I know you may not feel a need to aid me, after what has happened... but I come before you hoping you will. I need your help."
The Manse of Lust
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