Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-24736819-20150711140129

The young man didn't replied and widened his smirk as he started to walk towards Remian. His boots made a weird 'clicket-clacket' sound because of the metal parts protecting its sole from degradation, which was something that indeed nodded for the fact that the young man had money to spare on foolish things.

His walking was very slow paced, seemingly favouring each step before he finally reached where he wanted to be. He was obviously making people wait not only for his response, but also for his actions. The youngster stopped midway to fill in a mug with water from the water-hold the room had and slowly drank it.

When he finally reached Remian, a letter was pulled from beneath his robes. He placed it over Remian's table and turned to face the Investigators.

"Hello, I'm your new boss.", he said those words with a clear tone of satisfaction.

"Bad memories in pleasuring people? I found that hard to believe, milady.", Viktor replied.

The breton finished drawing the khajiit's shoulders and was now tracing the lines of her back, he figured she wouldn’t mind to talk about her job...but it seemed that she was rather quiet for someone who used to do what she did.

On Viktor's experience, only prostitutes with a dark past were this quiet...the normal ones were usually very talkative.