Good at Something

Writers: AL, Len
Date Posted: 22nd July 2011

Characters: Sofeya, Mayle
Description: Sofeya has a verbal run-in with another Holder girl
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 2, day 9 of Turn 6

Sofeya sauntered down the hallway, hips swaying so much that the men who
would normally look at her just because she was so beautiful (and she
sharding well knew it) did a double take just to watch those rounded
curves rock back and forth. She smirked as she felt those eyes upon
her. Another day, another conquest - she had just come from one though
perhaps she might be able to get in another before the evening was over.

"Oh deerie, you wanna wiggle those pretty little hips on over here?"
Mayle looked up from where she was hauling firewood into the Hall.
Shew could use a hand and that lazy drudge was doing nothing.

Sofeya slowed, then stopped, planting a hand on her hip then smirked.
"Sorry honey, I don't swing that way. I'm sure you'll find someone
eventually, though."

"What, you don't work? Does the Lord Holder know this?" Mayle
stopped what she was doing and stood up to the silly girl.

"Of course I do, but I'm off duty." Sofeya flipped some hair behind
her shoulder and shrugged. "And I make it a point to do more enjoyable
things when off duty." Her lips curled up into a sly smile.

"Yeah, like play the game that younger, prettier girls will always
beat you at." Mayle shrugged her slender shoulders and smiled, being
much younger than Sofeya. That one's beauty would fade long before
her own. "That..and get cold." She indicated the wood pile she was
trying to get in.

Sofeya snorted. "Obviously someone's already beaten you, but certain
not me." She made no move to help with the wood pile. "I have men
enough to fetch my wood and keep me warm."

"Well, with those big hips, I've no doubt you keep plenty warm," the
other girl quipped. This one was certainly a bit delusional.

"These hips certainly appeal to many a man. Even those supposedly
'satisfied' with their women. Just goes to show that some women just
can't satisfy their men." Sofeya took a step forward and gave Mayle a
once over. "I have a feeling your man is probably desperate for some
sort of satisfaction."

"With someone old enough to be my mother?" Mayle laughed at that. "Not
likely."

"Not likely?" Sofeya smirked, "And who, pray tell, _is_ your husband?"

"Y'mean my da, right? Cos you're about old enough to be with him."

"Wow, you must be feeling rather low to try and bring yourself up by
spitting out stupid words." Sofeya smirked again, the words didn't
bother her. They were just words. "Tell me, how often does your
husband sneak out to be with a woman who _will_ satisfy him? Once a
sevenday? Once a day?"

Mayle yawned at that. "Gosh, you're a right bore, eh? No wonder you
have to get on your knees in front of so many men...that mouth has to
be good for one thing, at least."

"At least I'm good." Sofeya laughed and turned away, flicking her hand
dismissively. "I'll be sure to tell your husband hello."

"Will do...do I need a name or will he just recognize you by the top of
your head? Or the back perhaps?" The petite girl grinned and turned
back to her logs.

"I'm sure he already knows who I am. And how _good_ I am." Sofeya
turned back, a smirk still upon her lips. "Tell him I'll be more than
happy to service him again when he's once more unsatisfied with his
wife. Oh, and if he's gotten a bit better in bed, I taught him those
tricks."

"It's nice to meet someone who's good at something." Mayle returned
Sofeya's smirk with a grin of her own.

"_Much_ better than you'll ever be!" Sofeya called back, still
undisturbed by Mayle's insults. They were funny, actually. "I'm sure
your husband agrees!"

"I'm sure he does. Maybe you can join us both sometime." The young
woman winked at her and returned to hauling wood.

"Didn't know you swung that way." Sofeya stopped, lips parted and let
her tongue run over them. "Interesting. Maybe we _should_ get
together, hm?"

At that Mayle rolled her eyes. "Like I'd wanna shag my mother anymore
than my husband or brother would? No thanks."

"I'm way younger than you seem to be playing me out to be." It was
Sofeya's turn to roll her eyes. "Suit yourself, your loss." She
flicked her hand in a dismissive gesture and didn't give the girl a
chance to respond before she turned the corner and was gone.

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