Nightmare Kanis
There was a tea house tucked away in the middle of the city. It was two stories and neatly stowed away in between two larger business buildings. Once the grand doors swung open you were greeted to a large ballroom like entrance. A extravagant chandelier hanging from the ceiling and a double half spiral staircase leading up to the second floor. A foreign rug was sprawled out leading up to the foot of the staircase as if beckoning you to follow.
The windows were long and almost touched from the floor to the ceiling letting in rays of light. Large satin curtains neatly tied with rose colored ropes. Gold trim was intricately woven into the staircase’s railing. There was the faint smell of lavender wafting from the kitchen.
Greeted by a young woman in a maid uniform who welcomed you with a bow of her head. This place was called a tea house but was known by locals as much much more. A young man dressed as a butler arrived with a silver tray with freshly brewed tea as he escorted you to a couch near the staircase, setting the tea and macaroons down on the marble table in front of you.
You had many options here. You could sit and drink tea whilst talking with one of their hosts. Or maybe the garden was more fitting for your needs. Refreshments were provided during your stay. But if staying and talking wasn’t your cup of tea then the hosts were also available for dates. Private one on one dates or to even act as a plus one to an event.
There was a cup of tea for everyone at this tea house.
Each host lived within the tea house enjoying room and board for their work as well as food. It wasn’t unlikely for hosts to get a little business on the side despite the distaste of the owner. Both men and women graced the halls of this boarding homes of sorts.
One of their hosts which was a little rough around the edges seemed to give that bad boy fantasy a run for it’s money. Black hair with red tips, piercings, and rather casual attire. Always breaking the rules living up to his bad boy image. Home after curfew, always taking customers up on extra business, and getting into a fight or two.
But he promised to accommodate the needs of his client, no matter how big or small.
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Saint, Profile art by: User not found: coy, Overlay art by mei, Story: Me
