Advent Noion

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relaxed, eating crackers and squishy fruit, she calls out, "hey, clarel?"

clarel pouts while powdering her face, "stop callin me that. what?"

she giggles, "but it's your name... oh, i was wondering: where do you get all of this food?"

clarel kicks her grocery sack off her bed onto the floor, "i buy it, why?"

she slowly stops chewing, "wait, you mean-"

and spits a mouthful of fruit into the air, "what!"

clarel repeats herself, almost laughing, "ha, i buy it?"

she sits up in bed, facing clarel, her hair covered with bits of fruit, "no, i thought you said we were slaves!"

clarel glances toward the iron-barred window, "well, we are. that goes without sayin."

she picks her hair clean, confused, "what kind of slave can leave prison?"

clarel laughs, "ha, like just walkin out and not comin back?"

excited, she looks to her chained feet, "yeah! when do i get my chains off? i'm ready to get out of here."

clarel shakes her head, "you're so funny. you haven't even had a single client."

she crosses her arms, rolling onto her belly, "eh! of course not, rather i'm surprised you're so good at this."

clarel giggles, "i must be gross to you."

she turns, facing clarel, frowning, "oh, sorry."

clarel reclines on her bed, "i'm just kiddin."

silence.

she quietly asks, "clarel?"

clarel looks to her, "what?"

she answers, nervously, "can you give someone a message from me?"

clarel sighs, "ah, you really think you can escape?"

she smiles, "that's right! we can escape together. what do you say?"

clarel stares at her, frowning, "don't you realize they kill people for a livin?"

she grumbles, "i guess that's a no."

-

clarel strips down as the client commands, tossing her clothing aside in a pile, kneeling down with her arms behind her back.

sprawled out ungainly over her bed, bored, she thinks aloud, "why does clarel get clothing and i don't?"

the new helix brightens up the room, revealing detail previously hidden under dim candlelight.

finally realizing the extent of her undress, she looks to clarel, "clarel, can't i have some of your clothing?"

the woman pushes clarel's face between her fat thighs, grinding against her open mouth, "ah! dirty girl! ah, mommy likes that!"

she sighs, "nevermind."

-

getting dressed while walking the room, clarel begins, "hypothetically, supposin i were to maybe deliver that message of-"

she interrupts clarel, laughing, "haha, you sound really funny, clarel, but i'm glad you'll help."

clarel contains her smile, trying to seem serious, "funny? hey, i said hypothetically and supposin and-"

she rolls onto her back, clapping with her hands and feet, "thank you, clarel!"

clarel looks outside, lighting her cigarette with the dresser candle, "what is the message?"

distracted, she celebrates, drinking leine from the bottle, "mm! i wish we had some noion right now."

clarel turns, facing her, nodding, "i see, who is it for?"

she bursts out laughing, "hahah, what! that's not my message-"

clarel slips her shoes on with indifference, sighing, "aha, would have been a fine secret phrase. i thought you had somethin like that prearranged with someone."

she lies down, smiling, "eh, you've been seeing too many plays."

she watches clarel head for the door, "hey, wait! are you heading out now?"

clarel holds up her empty grocery bag, "yes."

she jumps off the bed, running to stop her, "wait! come back, i'll tell you the-"

the chain around her feet reaches it's limit and she falls onto the floor, "messahhhhh!"

-

he opens the door, notices clarel waiting on her bed, and smiles.

clarel playfully invites him in further, patting the spot beside her, "hello, cutie!"

clarel slowly undresses and he makes his way to the center of the room.

clarel shouts, "now!"

holding the chains over her shoulder, she kicks aside the mattress propped against the wall that concealed her presence, and runs straight for him, "i've got you, jfion! now you can help me escape from here!"

tackled to the floor, pinned down, he screams "ahhhh-"

she covers his mouth, smiling "hey, shhh! look, it's me! see? i was kidnapped!"

he struggles, trying to free himself, "that's not my problem! get off me!"

she clings onto him, holding him down, "what? no, you'll just leave me here! how can you be so cold to your good friend, nisida!"

someone knocks on the door, before opening it, revealing a big man.

the big man begins to lecture the room, "boss says you need to quiet down! boss says you are rudely interrupting the customers-"

he looks toward the big man for help, "help, hel-"

but she covers his mouth with her own.

the big man notices clarel and smiles, "oh, hiya min-"

clarel suddenly coughs, "kaaaa! hey there, moori! can we give them some privacy now? they'll be quiet."

he looks up at the big man with fear as she rubs her face against his, winking at the big man, "soooorry about that!"

the big man blushes as he shuts the door, though not completely, and she notices, teasing the big man, "hey, no peeking!"

the big man giggles as the door shuts completely, walking away quietly repeating her, "hehe, no peeking. no peeking. peek-"

still nude, she holds him down, looking into his eyes, "please, we have to do it!"

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