Antonio was used to being addressed to as a lady. He stopped and turned towards the laborers. Well.. Lets just have some fun.
He slowly started walking towards the one who had addressed him. He moved his hips and continued in a girlish fashion. "Hey there." His voice was as feminine as he could get it. "Shouldn't you guys keep your hands on your tools and your eyes on the field?"
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Oh god!Antonio wasn't used to getting into these situations. He didn't do this often and had a hard time keeping the mask. This man was just far to disgusting. "Yes. I bet you do." He continues towards him and removed his headband. His golden hair fell down his back and he shook his head, to give the hair some air and let it fall perfectly.
I bet this man wants this so bad.He was now right in front of the labor and the smell hit him. They had been working all day in the sun and Antonio felt like hitting a wall of stink. He walked a little closer and spoke in a low, more masculine voice.
"The only problem is.. I'm a male.." He grinned and took a couple of steps backwards.
Gotcha..
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The man's looks was priceless as he fell back, tumbling onto his ass. One quivering finger pointed toward Antonio...
"EE'S A MAN EE IS!!"
The other help looked concerned, then almost angry..... and then laughed so hard they too almost fell over. The stream of insults and jabs at their fellow worked was of course relentless but slowly came to a halt.
"You see now Eric, that be why we ain't got no damn Yakows for the plow."
Antonio laughed with the other guys, but his laugh was very girlish compared to their.
That worked well. "It looks like a lot of hard work. I though this place was a place of opportunity and chances of big money.. And then I see people like you, working hard for way less than acceptable." He shook his head and looked down at the ground. His voice darkened as he continued "I guess I was wrong about this place."
He looked up again and his voice lightened up a bit. "Any of you know how a warrior like me can earn some decent money?"
"Accpetable? Mate, we live ere, if we don't work we don't eat. Don't ave any money....
But we could offer you sumfin if you could elp the likes of us out! Warrior is it?"
Some of them men looked skeptical, but the big lug and skinny runt seemed to have something in mind. One was tapping his foot. Apparently this was his negotiating stance.
Antonio looked at the big one of them. "Help? What kind of help?" He asked in a polite manner. "Doesn't really look like the other men here are into this. Anything dangerous?"
Post by Ránëwén Lossëhelin on Aug 10, 2011 19:20:18 GMT -5
From the opposite direction, a traveler hailed. The distance did well to shield her face, but hardly was enough to hide her feminine figure from the eyes of piggish, lustful men, whom of course had only moments ago been tricked into lusting after another man. She, had not witnessed this but had seen them fraternize briefly as work halted and the group of them stood around a stranger in their midst. Notably so, his attire wasn't nearly as worn and torn by farm-craft as theirs. Nor did his accent convince her otherwise.
As she drew near, the finer aspects of her appearance were revealed. She was indeed a woman of pale skin and darkly-colored eyes. Silver-lock hair was untied and fell loosely past her shoulders and down to the midsection of her back. She donned bow upon back and sheathed, iron dagger at side. Curiass cut low, revealing navel and leather pants belted and looped to hold the small blade in place. As she walked it swayed. Cautiously, she had a hand upon it. A year of travel had taught her that men of these parts weren't very accustom to seeing elves, let alone elven maidens in their presence.
Her pointed ears weren't entirely hidden, but blocked by strands of silver. The field drew near at her side and she began to slow upon the path.
Antonio looked up and saw a maiden walk by. He knew what the the men was thinking already. He had seen the knife and her hand on it. She was cautious, which was understandable.
He stepped up and turned towards the men. "Would you mind staying here?" He then turned again and walked up to the lady at a slow pace. He had one hand on his blade, ready to draw it if needed.
Stopping a few meters from her, he began to speak. "What brings a fine lady to these treacherous lands?" He asked with authority in his voice.
Well.. She looks used to the outdoor life. Bow on her back and dagger close to her hand.. Lets hope she's not evil-minded.