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The Dark Angel's Brothel	By : Faesy Category: M through R > Phantom of the Opera Views: 9470 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux does, and I do not make any money from creating this purely ficitonal piece of work.

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Opium was in a state of absolute bliss. Practically dreaming her way down the corridor she slid a hand down her body as she walked leisurely, pretending it was Erik’s and trying to relive the experience again. As she reached her hip she realised she couldn’t feel the lace beneath her fingers, only flesh and turned around immediately, Opium didn’t want Elise to think that she borrowed things and then didn’t take care of them. Plus it would give her another chance to see Erik, even if it was just quickly. Tapping on the door and pressing her ear against it, she heard nothing. She tried the door knob and gave a happy squeak as it opened for her with no resistance, peeking her head around the door she called softly
“Sir, I left something behind which I need to…..” looking around he realised that the room was empty. Totally empty and devoid of his presence the room looked gloomy.
“But, he’s at the end of the corridor and he didn’t pass me at all. Where on earth could he be?’ She asked the empty room but it decided to withhold the secret and upon spying the lost garment on the floor she grabbed it and left the room almost as she found it, save for a few papers she’d startled on the way out. Closing the door quietly she turned and gave a yelp as she came face to face with Elise. The latter narrowed her eyes and tried to peer around her but the door was closed.
“What are you doing in His private quarters while he isn’t there?” Taking opium’s wrist and leading her back to their shared quarters she sat the girl down and pressed her further
“You ought to know that Master Erik gets extremely angry when we venture into his private rooms without both his permission and his presence.” Opium spluttered a reply as she lay on the bed, hand still roaming over herself
“He had just dismissed me and I was halfway down the hallway when I realised I’d left your underwear on his floor and ran back to grab it, the door was unlocked so I went in but he wasn’t there. And he couldn’t possibly have walked past me without my knowledge, but where did he go?” Elise chose not to answer; instead she huffed as she changed into a new set of lingerie and tied her hair into pigtails.
“I have another client, I need to go, just stay here and stay out of trouble, alright? Master takes pride in this place, he doesn’t need a new little girl to ruin everything.” Opium nodded and stayed quiet till Elise left, scurrying away ready for the next man, trying to bury the jealously that turned her blood green.
“He’s my Master, not hers. He’s only training her and the faster she learns the faster she can be put to work like the rest of us and I’ll have my Master back. For me. Just me.” Walking faster she took a deep breath, changed her gait to a merry skip and took out her feather duster, tickling the waiting clients in the foyer with it till she reached the handsome older man sitting in his usual armchair by the fire in an intense conversation with Erik. He and Erik summed up their conversation by Erik nodding curtly with a wistful smile and shaking the man’s hand. Dipping his head in a slight bow to Elise he made his way out into the corridor and back to his own private dwellings, to dwell on the arrangement he had just made. Elise turned her attention to her scheduled regular client and perching on his knee she leaned in and whispered in his ear causing him to pinch her rear and give it a light slap.
“Hello darling, it’s so nice to see you again.” He stroked her hair and drew her in for a light kiss. This man was a particular favourite of Elise, he was the only client that reminded her of Erik with his gentlemanly ways and his impeccable grooming habits. He was always freshly washed with clean clothes and beautiful manners, traits of clients that Elise particularly favoured. She took the man by the hand and led him to an unoccupied room with a quaint four poster bed and tea already made on a tray beside it.
“Tea Gregory Sir?” He nodded, this was the usual sequence of events for the pair, cups of tea would start the evening off as they chatted about the stresses and troubles of his week which would inevitably turn to how Elise was the highlight of his week. Of course, she could thank him extensively and once the bed was messed up he would bid her goodnight and leave to talk to Erik. This night however, Gregory held the hot cup in his hands, sitting next to Elise on the bed and sighed.
“Darling, I’m afraid I can’t keep this up any longer.” Elise sat up straighter and turned to him, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
“Gregory? What’s wrong? If money is an issue I’d be happy to drop my fee for you only.” She bit her lip, fee negotiating was strictly discussed between Erik and the client, lest the discussion pulls down the fantasy world they were paying for.
“Dear child, that’s not why this can’t continue, I believe I love you and thus cannot continue this once a week visit knowing that you lay with other men either side of seeing me. I should’ve known this sort of thing would occur and switch between girls, but of the few of you Girls I’ve had you’ve been my favourite. If I can only have one pleasure a week, one would want the best possible, correct? Well that for me, is you. I love the way you pour my tea and expose that tiny triangle of wrist, I love how you smile at me from beneath your hair and I love how you don’t shorten my name. Elise, it’s breaking my heart that I must share you and see you only once when all I want to do is see you every minute of every day.” Elise wiped an escaping tear from her cheek and sighed, placing her warm slender hand over his.
“Gregory, this is my home, this is my world, its all I know I’ve been here so long. I love my Master, he is good and fair to all of us….” She looked away and Gregory noticed her discomfort
“What is it? You and I can always speak freely.” Looking toward the mirror in the corner of the room Elise shook her head,
“We cannot, we never can do anything private here, He knows all that happens here. Unfaltering supervision keeps us safe from misbehaviour.” The handsome man shook his head and kissed her hair
“Sounds more like a prison Elise, keeping you from the world to men you can be happy with, have a normal relationship with children and social events and the like. I could keep you, my wife passed so long ago now and my children have moved on to live their own lives as children must. I am lonely and need a woman to warm my bed and be my companion. Won’t you come and stay with me? I know you are happy here but you seem unsettled as of late, I want for your happiness and only that. I’ll be good to you, you know I will, and your Master has already agreed that he will monitor my behaviour….” Elise’s eyes widened as the colour drained from her face.
“You have already spoken of this with him? Bargaining for me? How much did I cost? Hmm? Am I that easily bought.” She snapped at him, slamming her cup down onto the tray. “Who says I want to leave and live with an old man?” Gregory blushed and set his tea down lest he spill the hot beverage upon himself in the face of Elise and her rage.
“Dearest Elise, it’s not like that at all, you know as well as I that your Master wants only for your happiness. Do not tell me that you think he has not noticed your recent unhappiness? He knows that you look forward to my visits as I look forward to them too. I have shared with him that I tire of only seeing you once a week, and never see you dress, or put your make up on or hold you close to me while we sleep. Or sleep with you at all! I have fallen in love, this man loves you Elise, I will make you so happy but I cannot see you like this anymore. This is your choice Elise, I shall not force you but I offer you a life of normality with children and a household to run yourself. Will you not come with me? I promise you will not starve with me, I am a man of means, as you know.” Elise stared at him blankly. What a choice, to leave her Master whom she loved dearly but her total adoration was not reciprocated or to live with Gregory, a kind, intelligent man who loved her and wished for her company for always.
“Gregory, I need to think about this. Please? Will you at least give me that? I have loved my Master for so long, I need time mull it over. It’s a grand proposition and I promise I’ll give it a good thinking over.” He gave her a sweet lingering kiss and nodded
“Absolutely, I’d rather you thought about this and not jumped into it. Bearing in mind it will not be illegitimate, should you choose to live with my I will marry you and make you my wife. I wouldn’t disgrace you by making you a mistress. You will be the lady of my house.” He kissed her hand once more and left the room, closing the door gently behind him leaving the sweet smell of rolling tobacco before it was burnt. Elise held her head in her hand and drained the remaining tea, a heated conversation with her Master was in order, how dare he make this decision for her behind her back! She wasn’t a slave any more having bought her freedom months before but choosing this life over any other. She had always been so adamant that this was the life for her she hadn’t even given a fleeting thought at life outside His Brothel. Now was possibly her only chance at getting out before she got too old or lost her youthful gait. Perhaps this was a possibility. But first things first, Erik needed to be spoken to. Whether he would take her seriously or not was another question altogether.
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