It was about time. Catarina had been here a week now and she had gotten used to the new life; the clientele that came to the brothel and tavern, the ordinary chores and the other girls… and Narciso, of course. One must never forget her only male whore here. But Catarina was new and at least when it came to men, she was still a virgin. So she had performed fellatio on men, as far as Renata had understood, but no one had ever entered her properly in any of her other entrances and it was about time to find out, who the lucky man would be – who would bid highest to deflower this beautiful virgin that had recently come to the brothel. Renata had been there herself, in Catarina's bed already, but that did not mean she wouldn't sell the girl.
There had been no posters or anything; Renata could not dare to advertise her brothel so openly. But she had let her whores tell their patrons what would happen and when, and she had informed her contacts in Venice and she knew that the word would spread that there was a virgin for sale on this particular night.
The tavern itself had been cleaned well and a new stash of drinks had arrived. One of the older whores would serve behind the bar and outside the tavern, her two guards would lurk. Not quite openly, but they kept a sharp eye out and as soon as the brothel was filled with people, one of them would enter to make sure everything went as it should. Inside, the small stage had been prepared with red flowers along the edges. Catarina would be placed upon it and then the auction would begin – once Renata decided there were enough to bid on her.
Of course all the whores had been dressed up well tonight, but Renata had spent quite an amount of time picking the right <a href='https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/73 ... 637550.jpg' rel='nofollow noopener' target='_blank'>dress</a> for sweet young Catarina Farnese to wear. She had almost chosen a white dress, because it would be a good symbol of her innocence, but to some, white also meant death and she would not want the girl to appear pale and off-putting. So of course the choice fell on the red dress instead, which to Renata symbolized life, love and most importantly, sex.
At last, it was about time to open Il Convento Dolce for a quite different night. Renata had picked a low cut <a href='https://i.imgfly.me/jztBH.jpg' rel='nofollow noopener' target='_blank'>black dress</a> with a red scarf for herself; she wasn’t the star of the night, after all, and she thought this would not drag too much attention to her. And yet the red scarf would make her stand out and appear in charge. Renata opened the door to the tavern and made sure it would stay open – at least until there were enough guests. And then she waited. Catarina had not yet been placed on the stage; one of the other girls had been asked to do her hair and simple make-up too, as well as help her with the dress.
#2
One week after her arrival at the brothel, Renata had decided that it was time to sell Catarina’s virginity at the auction. Catarina was excited. Thanks to Renata she knew how pleasure felt, and with the experience she had of pleasing the monks and nuns at the orphanage with her hands and mouth, she was even more prepared to give pleasure to others.
She trusted Renata would find the proper men to bid for her virginity today, and Renata had promised her that she would not sell her to men that would do too grizzly things to her - like killing her or maiming her. All other forms for sex Catarina was willing to give and she was eager to find out if there would be any bidders at the auction.
The other whores had cleaned the brothel from basement to attic, but today Catarina had been told to rest and prepare for tonight. She had been put into a lovely bath to smell good when the highest bidder approached her. She had been smeared with lotions for her skin to feel soft.
The girls had helped Catarina with her hair and very light use of makeup, to give her a virginal look. A tiny hint of perfume - nothing over the top. Renata herself had taken time to pick the right dress for her to wear - a beautiful red dress that hopefully would reveal just enough to catch the interest of the bidders. It was far more beautiful than any dress Catarina had used in the convent.
A stage had been set up, with rose petals on it, and Catarina was to be placed on this stage when the patrons had arrived. For now she was going through the finishing touches, helped by one of the girls, while they waited for the patrons to arrive. Catarina’s heart was racing in her chest. She hoped there would be some bidders tonight. It would be so embarrassing if nobody showed up...
“Nonsense,” one of the girls said to her. “What man would not want an 18 year old virgin?”
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She trusted Renata would find the proper men to bid for her virginity today, and Renata had promised her that she would not sell her to men that would do too grizzly things to her - like killing her or maiming her. All other forms for sex Catarina was willing to give and she was eager to find out if there would be any bidders at the auction.
The other whores had cleaned the brothel from basement to attic, but today Catarina had been told to rest and prepare for tonight. She had been put into a lovely bath to smell good when the highest bidder approached her. She had been smeared with lotions for her skin to feel soft.
The girls had helped Catarina with her hair and very light use of makeup, to give her a virginal look. A tiny hint of perfume - nothing over the top. Renata herself had taken time to pick the right dress for her to wear - a beautiful red dress that hopefully would reveal just enough to catch the interest of the bidders. It was far more beautiful than any dress Catarina had used in the convent.
A stage had been set up, with rose petals on it, and Catarina was to be placed on this stage when the patrons had arrived. For now she was going through the finishing touches, helped by one of the girls, while they waited for the patrons to arrive. Catarina’s heart was racing in her chest. She hoped there would be some bidders tonight. It would be so embarrassing if nobody showed up...
“Nonsense,” one of the girls said to her. “What man would not want an 18 year old virgin?”
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#3
Barnabas Shaw was closing his rat pit for the evening, something the man rarely did, but tonight, he had good reason. Word had spread far and wide, in both higher and lower stratas, that there was some bidding going on at one of the nicer cunny houses in Venice. The bawd there was making some coins off the innocence of one of the new girls, an eighteen year old apparently. Barney was keen on getting the first poke at her. No pun intended. Eighteen and still a virgin. Tut tut. Barney sure hoped she wasn’t a whapper. Why else would she be eighteen and still chaste? His sources said she was a lovely lass though, so the auction seemed worth his time.
Last time, Barney had visited a cunny house, he came home with a bad case of head lice, but at least it wasn’t the other kind. That was one of the best thing about virgins. They were guaranteed to be clean of the pox and the bugs.
With his Golden Lion Tamarin, Hannibal, perched on his shoulder, the Englishman drifted into Il Convento Dolce, and took a seat in the back, smirking at all the other gentlemen peppered around the room, horny dogs all of ‘em, no matter how much powder they patted into their wigs. An ivory snuff box soon appeared in his hands, and using his thumb and index finger, Barney took the powdered tobacco up his nose, wiping it with a handkerchief afterwards. A volt of nicotine coursed through Barney’s bloodstream, giving his nervous system that familiar buzz he'd been craving. Hannibal let out a high-pitched screech, and Barney let his pet scamper down his arm like a branch, running his fingers through the soft, copper-colored fur. Barney was confident about placing the winning bid tonight. The rat baiting pit had been packed ever since the tourist season started. All those whigsbys on their Grand Tours and whatnot. The virgin would be his tonight. Barney could feel it in his bones, and there was one bone in which he felt it more strongly than the others.
Brimming with anticipation, he was. He hoped she was a bit of a fighter.
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Last time, Barney had visited a cunny house, he came home with a bad case of head lice, but at least it wasn’t the other kind. That was one of the best thing about virgins. They were guaranteed to be clean of the pox and the bugs.
With his Golden Lion Tamarin, Hannibal, perched on his shoulder, the Englishman drifted into Il Convento Dolce, and took a seat in the back, smirking at all the other gentlemen peppered around the room, horny dogs all of ‘em, no matter how much powder they patted into their wigs. An ivory snuff box soon appeared in his hands, and using his thumb and index finger, Barney took the powdered tobacco up his nose, wiping it with a handkerchief afterwards. A volt of nicotine coursed through Barney’s bloodstream, giving his nervous system that familiar buzz he'd been craving. Hannibal let out a high-pitched screech, and Barney let his pet scamper down his arm like a branch, running his fingers through the soft, copper-colored fur. Barney was confident about placing the winning bid tonight. The rat baiting pit had been packed ever since the tourist season started. All those whigsbys on their Grand Tours and whatnot. The virgin would be his tonight. Barney could feel it in his bones, and there was one bone in which he felt it more strongly than the others.
Brimming with anticipation, he was. He hoped she was a bit of a fighter.
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word count: 413
#4
Helena had heard the commotion and observed several folks heading toward the brothel. She had never been, and was more than a little curious. Despite how seriously she took her duties, she could still be counted upon to make the occasional questionable decision. Apparently, tonight was to be one of those times.
She could see some of the guests through the windows, as well as the people that were coming in through the main entrance. Everyone else was dressed in their various finery. Helena stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of all of them. Fortunately - to an extent, at least - she was lost among the crowd.
That is, until the crowd practically swept her up. Like a branch in the river, her efforts to see what was going on eventually got her close to the main entrance, where she was caught up in the movement of the entering guests. She managed to get clear of some of the guests, but not until she was well on the other side.
She looked around at the beautiful decorations as she made her way through the guests, trying to stick to the outer walls of the reception area. The church was dignified. Regal, even, and there were plenty of places that had their charm and beauty. But this place? It was simply stunning! For a few moments, the young woman simply forgot about how out of place she was.
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She could see some of the guests through the windows, as well as the people that were coming in through the main entrance. Everyone else was dressed in their various finery. Helena stood out like a sore thumb in the midst of all of them. Fortunately - to an extent, at least - she was lost among the crowd.
That is, until the crowd practically swept her up. Like a branch in the river, her efforts to see what was going on eventually got her close to the main entrance, where she was caught up in the movement of the entering guests. She managed to get clear of some of the guests, but not until she was well on the other side.
She looked around at the beautiful decorations as she made her way through the guests, trying to stick to the outer walls of the reception area. The church was dignified. Regal, even, and there were plenty of places that had their charm and beauty. But this place? It was simply stunning! For a few moments, the young woman simply forgot about how out of place she was.
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word count: 279
#5
Renata made sure to mingle with everyone who entered. They were all greeted with a bright and warm smile. Honestly, she really enjoyed events like these. It was more than just an ordinary night – it was a kind of celebration… of beauty and youth and a young woman who would truly become an adult after this night. Catarina at least did not seem afraid. She was more than ready to be deflowered and after Renata’s very kind treatment of the girl, Catarina now also knew what pleasure was. Perhaps she had done it herself in the past, but now that Renata had taken care of her, she felt that Catarina was more than ready for a man to enter her too.
“Do you want more wine, Signor?” She asked a gentleman on the first row of chairs and tables, whose wine glass appeared empty. He agreed to it and Renata nodded to one of the whores to bring the wine. When he was well taken care of, she moved further down the rows, greeting everyone. She came by a dark-haired man with a monkey on his shoulder and stopped for a moment.
“What a fine animal, Signor. May I pet it?” Renata said with a smile; in a brothel, an animal was not just an animal. On the other hand, she was of course hoping he had control over it so it wouldn’t cause trouble or hurt anyone. She wasn’t so used to such animals in her brothel, “Make sure you keep that close to you, if it is not too much trouble? And please, enjoy the evening. Catarina, the center of attention tonight, will appear soon. I assure you, she is a sight to behold, both dressed and undressed.” She added with a wink to the handsome gentleman with the golden monkey.
There was a young woman present, with dark hair and she was clearly not one of Renata’s girls. She also did not look like a buyer for the auction and Renata could not help but wonder who she were. Had she been sent by someone or was she like Catarina – curious about what a brothel might offer a young woman like her? She looked as pretty and even more innocent than Catarina and Renata could easily imagine many men would want to lay their hands on her too. Should she take advantage of that? Oh it wouldn’t be very nice of Renata at all, but on the other hand, she did enjoy the profit she might gain… she decided to approach the girl.
“Good evening, Signorina. Are you here for the auction too? If so, please take a seat. Do you want a drink?” She then asked the beautiful young woman, also now wondering if the girl even knew what this place was. It was not likely the girl was here for the auction, but now she was here, why not make her feel at home? Although she truly did not look like she belonged here. But perhaps with time, she would.
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“Do you want more wine, Signor?” She asked a gentleman on the first row of chairs and tables, whose wine glass appeared empty. He agreed to it and Renata nodded to one of the whores to bring the wine. When he was well taken care of, she moved further down the rows, greeting everyone. She came by a dark-haired man with a monkey on his shoulder and stopped for a moment.
“What a fine animal, Signor. May I pet it?” Renata said with a smile; in a brothel, an animal was not just an animal. On the other hand, she was of course hoping he had control over it so it wouldn’t cause trouble or hurt anyone. She wasn’t so used to such animals in her brothel, “Make sure you keep that close to you, if it is not too much trouble? And please, enjoy the evening. Catarina, the center of attention tonight, will appear soon. I assure you, she is a sight to behold, both dressed and undressed.” She added with a wink to the handsome gentleman with the golden monkey.
There was a young woman present, with dark hair and she was clearly not one of Renata’s girls. She also did not look like a buyer for the auction and Renata could not help but wonder who she were. Had she been sent by someone or was she like Catarina – curious about what a brothel might offer a young woman like her? She looked as pretty and even more innocent than Catarina and Renata could easily imagine many men would want to lay their hands on her too. Should she take advantage of that? Oh it wouldn’t be very nice of Renata at all, but on the other hand, she did enjoy the profit she might gain… she decided to approach the girl.
“Good evening, Signorina. Are you here for the auction too? If so, please take a seat. Do you want a drink?” She then asked the beautiful young woman, also now wondering if the girl even knew what this place was. It was not likely the girl was here for the auction, but now she was here, why not make her feel at home? Although she truly did not look like she belonged here. But perhaps with time, she would.
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word count: 585
#6
Bessina had cleaned and scrubbed all the day long, together with the others, making sure the customers would be impressed to see a clean, welcoming place, inviting even those who wouldn't be as lucky as to have won the auction to stay and choose another girl, and maybe also to come again another time. The bar had been restocked, having drinks for everyone's tastes. Little bunches of wild spring flowers adorned the tables, giving a nice touch to the festive athmosphere.
Now, she was bringing drinks to the tables, swaying her hips enticingly. She knew it was not her important day, but Catarina's. Actually she didn't envy poor Catarina for all the attention she was receiving. The week which had passed had got her to befriend the newcomer, and she felt pity that a young woman's first time was to happen with the one who paid the most, no matter how he was looking or behaving. At least she had been lucky to come to the brothel already knowing the good and the bad.
Anyway, from the business point of view, tonight was going to be a success. The selling of expensive drinks and the comforting of those who would lose the auction would add to the financial result of the bidding per se.
The arrival of a new young woman who felt so misplaced there raised her sudden interest. There had to be a story behind. But before she could arrive to her, the Matron had. The better. Signora Renata Frascatti had a special talent in business.
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Now, she was bringing drinks to the tables, swaying her hips enticingly. She knew it was not her important day, but Catarina's. Actually she didn't envy poor Catarina for all the attention she was receiving. The week which had passed had got her to befriend the newcomer, and she felt pity that a young woman's first time was to happen with the one who paid the most, no matter how he was looking or behaving. At least she had been lucky to come to the brothel already knowing the good and the bad.
Anyway, from the business point of view, tonight was going to be a success. The selling of expensive drinks and the comforting of those who would lose the auction would add to the financial result of the bidding per se.
The arrival of a new young woman who felt so misplaced there raised her sudden interest. There had to be a story behind. But before she could arrive to her, the Matron had. The better. Signora Renata Frascatti had a special talent in business.
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word count: 338
#7
Ah Madame Frascati. Wasn’t she a beaut? Barney hadn’t officially met the bawd of this fine establishment, but he knew of her. In fact, he had directed some of his own customers to her brothel so many times, she owed him a finder’s fee as far as he was concerned. He hadn’t the pleasure of making amorous congress with her, but felt that it was long overdue. Perhaps after he popped the virgin’s cherry, he’d come back and sample some of Renata’s skills. Legendary that woman was. Soon, the legend herself stopped by Barney’s table, her eyes all a’gleam over the little golden bastard.
“What a fine animal, Signor. May I pet it?” she asked.
“Of course, Signorina,” said Barney, giving Hannibal’s fur a ruffle. “He’s a bit of a biter, but he does love the ladies.” Hannibal gave off an ear-piercing screech and nearly scampered up the side of Renata’s dress, before Barney pulled his leash back.
“Easy there, little fella." Barney's dark eyes rose apologetically. "He just gets excited is all.”
Renata warned him to keep the monkey close, then told him that Catarina, the virgin, would be coming out soon. She assured him that Catarina was a sight to behold, both dressed and undressed, then gave Barney a wink. He racheted up whatever passed for charm in his repetoire, and reached out to kiss the back of her hand.
“Catarina sounds lovely, Signorina, but after layin’ eyes on you, I’m afraid I may be a bit spoiled by your beauty.”
As a fetching server swiveled her hips around the room, Renata left his table, turning her attention to a waif who seemed way too pure to be messing around with this place. Was this brothel the lost and found for Venetian girls’ innocence? Barney was beginning to think maybe it was.
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“What a fine animal, Signor. May I pet it?” she asked.
“Of course, Signorina,” said Barney, giving Hannibal’s fur a ruffle. “He’s a bit of a biter, but he does love the ladies.” Hannibal gave off an ear-piercing screech and nearly scampered up the side of Renata’s dress, before Barney pulled his leash back.
“Easy there, little fella." Barney's dark eyes rose apologetically. "He just gets excited is all.”
Renata warned him to keep the monkey close, then told him that Catarina, the virgin, would be coming out soon. She assured him that Catarina was a sight to behold, both dressed and undressed, then gave Barney a wink. He racheted up whatever passed for charm in his repetoire, and reached out to kiss the back of her hand.
“Catarina sounds lovely, Signorina, but after layin’ eyes on you, I’m afraid I may be a bit spoiled by your beauty.”
As a fetching server swiveled her hips around the room, Renata left his table, turning her attention to a waif who seemed way too pure to be messing around with this place. Was this brothel the lost and found for Venetian girls’ innocence? Barney was beginning to think maybe it was.
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word count: 420
#8
Low music started to play, and the lights in the room were dimmed as the curtains around the stage areas were pulled aside.
A young woman, dressed in a long, red gown and with long, dark curly hair was carried onto the stage in a portable throne carried by four strong men.They came from the back room, and carried the young woman around in the room to allow the crow to take a look at her before they placed the throne on the stage.
The young woman got up from the throne, starting to move gracefully to the music. It was an arabic-inspired song playing, and she was dancing “the Dance of the 7 veils”. She smiled and leaned towards the patrons, smiling teasingly as she looked into their eyes with deep brown glimmering pools of her own.
When any of them leaned in for a kiss, she would dance backwards away from them, leaving them with one of her veils. When the last veil had been dropped, she gracefully returned to her throne and laid down on it, placing herself in a seductive position while she waited for the auctioning to begin.
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A young woman, dressed in a long, red gown and with long, dark curly hair was carried onto the stage in a portable throne carried by four strong men.They came from the back room, and carried the young woman around in the room to allow the crow to take a look at her before they placed the throne on the stage.
The young woman got up from the throne, starting to move gracefully to the music. It was an arabic-inspired song playing, and she was dancing “the Dance of the 7 veils”. She smiled and leaned towards the patrons, smiling teasingly as she looked into their eyes with deep brown glimmering pools of her own.
When any of them leaned in for a kiss, she would dance backwards away from them, leaving them with one of her veils. When the last veil had been dropped, she gracefully returned to her throne and laid down on it, placing herself in a seductive position while she waited for the auctioning to begin.
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word count: 267
#9
For a fleeting moment, Helena had the look of a girl about to receive a sound scolding from her parents. As Renata approached her, she fully expected to be escorted soundly from the property with no shortage of unkind words following closely behind. She was unprepared for the kind greeting and invitation that found her, instead. While she answered in Italian, it was clearly not her first language. She had to correct herself or pause every now and then as she thought of what to say next.
"Good evening, Signorina. Though, please, it's just Helena. I didn't know there was an auction tonight. In truth, I got a little caught up in the chair - crowd. I noticed the commotion and... well, I was a little curious." Try as she might, she couldn't help the red in her cheeks. She couldn't even blame it on wine.
She considered how little money she had before answering Renata's question regarding the drink. She had little enough as it was. "From the fine clothes that everyone else is wearing, it is safe to say that I could afford very little here. Perhaps some water? You have a beautiful home here, Signorina."
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"Good evening, Signorina. Though, please, it's just Helena. I didn't know there was an auction tonight. In truth, I got a little caught up in the chair - crowd. I noticed the commotion and... well, I was a little curious." Try as she might, she couldn't help the red in her cheeks. She couldn't even blame it on wine.
She considered how little money she had before answering Renata's question regarding the drink. She had little enough as it was. "From the fine clothes that everyone else is wearing, it is safe to say that I could afford very little here. Perhaps some water? You have a beautiful home here, Signorina."
<a href='index.php?showuser=152' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Renata Frascati</a>, <a href='index.php?showuser=151' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Catarina Farnese</a>, <a href='index.php?showuser=170' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Barnabas Shaw</a>, <a href='index.php?showuser=154' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Bessina Forgaria</a>
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Renata offered the handsome man with the pet a smile, when he allowed her to pet the monkey and then he added the pet loved the ladies, “Most males do.” She said with a charming grin, before the monkey was suddenly crawling up Renata’s dress and she chuckled with surprise, but reached a careful hand towards the pet to let him know her scent, before she buried her fingers in his soft fur. She knew animals didn’t always trust anyone and it was important to let them know they could trust you first. Animals and humans weren’t all unalike, after all.
The pet’s owner commented that the monkey got excited and she smiled again, “Of course he does. And he is most welcome.” Although she had also warned him to keep the pet close and under control. Soon after that though, she told him how tonight’s virgin was quite a sight and the stranger reached out to kiss Renata’s hand then, complimenting her looks instead, “Oh you flatter me, Signor. I assure you though, that Catarina will not disappoint you… in any way, should you be the lucky winner of this auction. Enjoy your evening, Signor.” Renata said to him and then she had moved on to speak to a young lady who had just entered the brothel – a young lady who was certainly not a whore.
<a href='index.php?showuser=170' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Barnabas Shaw</a>
But she did not look like a potential buyer either. Of course, some people had desires they only let lose in a place like this, but still… Renata was almost certain the girl was not here for that. Yet she greeted the young woman with a warm smile on her face and kind words too, thinking the girl might not be a potential buyer, but perhaps a potential future whore? Who knew?
The girl replied in somewhat broken Latin, introducing herself as Helena and confessing she did not know about the auction and was here by coincidence and nothing more, “You’re more than welcome to be curious here. If no one were curious, we’d never earn a single coin.” She said with a grin, and then the girl had said she could not afford a drink here, but just wanted water. And then she complimented the brothel itself.
“You’re very kind, Helena. And as beautiful as Helen of Troy, I’m sure. Water will not do though, not for a night like tonight. We are celebrating, after all.” She said and looked up to see Bessina moving through the crowds, “Bessina… will you get our young guest here a drink?” She leaned closer to Helena to whisper, “It’s on the house for you. But don’t tell anyone.” She added with a wink and then stood, for now was the time for presenting Catarina!
<a href='index.php?showuser=124' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Helena Venier</a> <a href='index.php?showuser=154' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Bessina Forgaria</a>
They carried her in on a beautiful throne and there was music and a dance – Renata wanted tonight to be a good experience for everyone and not just the winner of the auction. And who did not like music and a beautiful young woman dancing and charming everyone? While she danced, Renata moved up to stand near the stage and when the dance was over, Renata stepped up on the stage. First she moved to Catarina's side, "Now is the time, mia passerotta..." She whispered to Catarina. Then she stood furhter out on the stage and clapped her hands high in the air to get everyone’s attention.
“Greetings, gentlemen… and ladies! And welcome to a night of celebration here inside Venice’s sweetest convent! We are celebrating nothing less than desire tonight, and this beautiful princess on the throne is Catarina… tonight’s untainted flower. But it will not stay that way, will it? Not in a place like this. So please, let us begin! Reach up your hand when you want to place a bid on Catarina and when no one wants to outbid another… the auction ends and Catarina belongs to the winner for the rest of the night!” Renata said with a pleased and cheerful tone.
“The bids start at 30 lira!” Renata then exclaimed and not a second later, the first hand was in the air, “30 lira are bid, but surely, Catarina’s flower is worth more than that? Untouched, Signores! 40 lira are bid… and 45!” She smiled and continued, “Don’t be shy, my good Venetians!”
<a href='index.php?showuser=151' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Catarina Farnese</a>
The pet’s owner commented that the monkey got excited and she smiled again, “Of course he does. And he is most welcome.” Although she had also warned him to keep the pet close and under control. Soon after that though, she told him how tonight’s virgin was quite a sight and the stranger reached out to kiss Renata’s hand then, complimenting her looks instead, “Oh you flatter me, Signor. I assure you though, that Catarina will not disappoint you… in any way, should you be the lucky winner of this auction. Enjoy your evening, Signor.” Renata said to him and then she had moved on to speak to a young lady who had just entered the brothel – a young lady who was certainly not a whore.
<a href='index.php?showuser=170' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Barnabas Shaw</a>
But she did not look like a potential buyer either. Of course, some people had desires they only let lose in a place like this, but still… Renata was almost certain the girl was not here for that. Yet she greeted the young woman with a warm smile on her face and kind words too, thinking the girl might not be a potential buyer, but perhaps a potential future whore? Who knew?
The girl replied in somewhat broken Latin, introducing herself as Helena and confessing she did not know about the auction and was here by coincidence and nothing more, “You’re more than welcome to be curious here. If no one were curious, we’d never earn a single coin.” She said with a grin, and then the girl had said she could not afford a drink here, but just wanted water. And then she complimented the brothel itself.
“You’re very kind, Helena. And as beautiful as Helen of Troy, I’m sure. Water will not do though, not for a night like tonight. We are celebrating, after all.” She said and looked up to see Bessina moving through the crowds, “Bessina… will you get our young guest here a drink?” She leaned closer to Helena to whisper, “It’s on the house for you. But don’t tell anyone.” She added with a wink and then stood, for now was the time for presenting Catarina!
<a href='index.php?showuser=124' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Helena Venier</a> <a href='index.php?showuser=154' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Bessina Forgaria</a>
They carried her in on a beautiful throne and there was music and a dance – Renata wanted tonight to be a good experience for everyone and not just the winner of the auction. And who did not like music and a beautiful young woman dancing and charming everyone? While she danced, Renata moved up to stand near the stage and when the dance was over, Renata stepped up on the stage. First she moved to Catarina's side, "Now is the time, mia passerotta..." She whispered to Catarina. Then she stood furhter out on the stage and clapped her hands high in the air to get everyone’s attention.
“Greetings, gentlemen… and ladies! And welcome to a night of celebration here inside Venice’s sweetest convent! We are celebrating nothing less than desire tonight, and this beautiful princess on the throne is Catarina… tonight’s untainted flower. But it will not stay that way, will it? Not in a place like this. So please, let us begin! Reach up your hand when you want to place a bid on Catarina and when no one wants to outbid another… the auction ends and Catarina belongs to the winner for the rest of the night!” Renata said with a pleased and cheerful tone.
“The bids start at 30 lira!” Renata then exclaimed and not a second later, the first hand was in the air, “30 lira are bid, but surely, Catarina’s flower is worth more than that? Untouched, Signores! 40 lira are bid… and 45!” She smiled and continued, “Don’t be shy, my good Venetians!”
<a href='index.php?showuser=151' rel='nofollow' alt='profile link' class='user-tagged mgroup-3'>@Catarina Farnese</a>
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