Entry for Adopt 47 - Madame Desiree

This is an entry for Looji's DRAW TO ADOPT 47

I also took the liberty to name her Madame Désiré, and have a story for her to go with this scene particularly:


A knock on the door. She opened her eyes from her meditation, her room in full colorful bloom before her again.

“Come in.”

The door opened a few inches and a head peaked through. His blond hair tousled, youth still untamed.

“Madame, you have a visitor.”

“Are they waiting in the guest room?”

“Yes they are.”

“What name they did give you?”

“They didn’t say, they merely asked for you, but I have never seen them before.”

“I see. Have you served the tea?”

“Yes I have.”

“Thank you Jacques. Tell them I’ll be with them shortly.”

A quick nod and Jacques’s head started receding.

“Oh and Jacques.”

His head popped back in.

“Yes Madame?”

“Please do take care of your mane.”

Jacques’s hand darted to smooth his hair.

“Sorry Madame.”

“You may go.”

Jacques pulled back and left, the door closing on its own.

She giggled to herself. Jacques was still a child, even after she pulled him off the streets a year ago and had manners instilled in him. She stood up and stretched her limbs, her blue and white dress taut against her porcelain skin. A glance at the mirror – her beauty did not need any makeup. However, for the sake of appearances, she painted some on. Some people needed that reassurance.

Another glance – not a hair out of place, not a stain on her clothes – and she deemed herself presentable. She left her room and glided down the halls of her home, her workplace, her palace. People came to see her for various questions, all pertaining to what she knew best. She wondered what this visitor desired from her, what they wished to know – for she was the one who studied pleasure, carnal, spiritual, mental, and everything in between.

She paused at the door to the guestroom and drew a breath. Showtime. She entered the room, svelte steps to her chair. She stole a look at her visitor, saw their eyes widen at her entrance, at her appearance, at her. She paid no mind.

She sat down, a perfect lady. She crossed her legs, a languorous display, enticement, before letting them rest. Yes, she knew all the tricks of a lady. She heard her visitor shuffle, but she only had eyes for the teapot. She poured out a bit and raised the cup to her lips. A sniff, a sip, a smile. Black tea with a hint of lemon, her favorite to start any discussion. She would have to thank Jacques later. Finally, she graced her visitor with her attention. Their clothes was a bit disheveled and unkempt. Their stance was nervous but eager, tiny beads of sweat lined their brow. Her smile grew wider.

“Please, take a seat.”

“Oh, thank you.”

They sat down quickly, tiny fidgets here and there.

“Tea? I find it helps to calm one down.”

“Ah, yes, that would be fine.”

She poured out a cup and placed it before them. They did not reach for it.

“So, why have you deigned to grace my little Château Bleu with your presence today?”

“Ah, I wanted to… hmm, mademoiselle-”

“Madame Désiré. But call me Désiré.”

They gulped, fully self-conscious.

“Désiré. I heard… I wanted to know, where could you find… you know.” Their hands motions grasped an invisible item.

Her eyes narrowed. She had not seen such a strong addiction before, only read and heard of such cases from afar.

“The smoke. You seek the smoke.”

They simply nodded.

The worst pleasures were the strongest addictions – this would be a most interesting person to study.

“Very well, let me see what I can do.”