ᅠ the owner slipped in beside her just as the drink appeared in front of her, with the extra olives she’d asked for, the crystal glass covered in a thin, icy layer —— just as attractive as the rest of the place.
“yes.” ››
cersei didn't often venture out into the heart of the club on ordinary nights. her public presence was reserved for those special evenings —— auctions, black market dealings and the like, as well as the more above - board events that —
Visenya could already consider her worthy of what was said.
“you’ve done … a brilliant job here.” there is something almost too youthful about the way she smiles. ››
a slight nervousness overtook her as she walked towards the bar, hoping to shake it off by ordering a martini ﹔ a gentle smile remaining on her features as her gaze took in the surroundings.
ᅠ 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @ninepartsmess ﹔
an innocent lie to her parents had brought her there —— she’d told them that a delay in her schedule would keep her in Oldtown for a few more days, ››
her hesitation at the door was short-lived ﹔ she put her phone away before finally stepping inside, and even though the lighting was low, the atmosphere was luxuriously striking. ››