The harlot was a plaything, yes, but she was quite fiesty. Not many got to actually control her but the two she truly saw as her masters or captors, the two highest superiors. There was the occasional child here and there, but only Basanti had gained her respect, only as blatant fact of her blood and rank; the future Queen of Arcanum. She had seen some of Valentine, one of the earlier and older sons of the sovereign, and he was quite a charmer like his mother, {nearly sarcastically speaking} and each time they had met, it was as simple passerby. It was time she knew of who he really was within. "Oh, what was his name again? Valentine?" Her lyrics were richly accented but held a chime of clarity, echoing about. A coy smile curled her features, as the harlot would fixate herself right where she was. Maybe this man would want to make her a true plaything, but he'd have a bit of a wall to break through before that would even begin to hamper her virginity. Nothing wrong with keeping yourself on the virgin's side, correct?
