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Chained Worlds [RP]

@ChrisGabriel @Silverbird

This was like a dream come true for Hunter, he was a good looking man in real life but his job took most of his time and energy so he could never go out with his friends and actully meet someone. Though he supposed it was not different here, he was trapped still but ... it was easier to ignore here, epically when he had two beautiful elves to please as well.

He softly licked Night neck as she cummed before letting Lune wrap her arms around her, see both those beautiful breasts squeezing toguther and these two hot girls passionately kissing made Hunter even more excited, as his cock would start to twitch inside Night, he was getting close, a few more thrust into her and he would blow his load inside her. But he first, began to finger fuck Lune pussy starting off at a reasonable pace, his goal was to make her cum before he did, kinda like a dominace thing for him. He lick Lune hand that she had been using to pleasure herself while his tail found a way to rub both girls between their breasts.
 
@Silverbird @Mike the Bloodwolf

Night no longer cared for life outside the game. Having a whole world and a plethora of skills and magic to play with, she even found pleasure, which was not something she succeeded with outside. After all, having a body to die for, and now hugging another similarly perfect - if virtual - one was even better than having a big werewolf fucking her - and carefully - into high heaven...

Gasping and moaning while she bared her neck to the licks, Night quivered with excitement. He could just bite her, and she would be dead in real life in no time... but here and now she could feel the muscled furry body with the teeth and claws of myths, but get the sensations from a big throbbing hot cock stretching and pushing and moving against places that gave Night high pleasure...

Still, arms around Lune, and breasts aganst breasts, Night was moaning into the kisses shepanted all over anypart of her she could reach. If she could, then kissing her would be just the right thing to do while being pumped full of cum... Night shuddered again with another peak of her orgasm from just the thought.
 
Kelira traveled down the stairs in a sort of daze. The worries that she had about her abilities to actually perform the job in question seemed small and insignificant. Bolstered by the intoxicants flowing through her, she felt confident she could overcome. As she passed down into the basement of the building, the closeness of the walls around her felt comforting, as though the tavern itself was embracing her.

She still couldn't believe it was really happening. After three months of fear and running, she had found a sanctuary. She had a job now. More than that, she had a place in this weird, unwelcome world. For the first time in three months, there was an actual future in front of her.

When Rivelin apologized to her, she was so lost in the feelings of peace and comfort that she hadn't noticed he had nearly walked into her. She turned to face him, smiling without a trace of guile. She felt a little flush of excitement when he mentioned something 'special.'

"Oh, it's okay. I know it's easy to get distracted by all those menus and stuff." Is he really going to make something for me?

Just the thought of that made a sensation of gratitude well up in her. A little frown formed on her lips, and her chin began to quiver slightly. She quickly took a deep breath and then turned away, biting her lip. The thought of such a simple kindness was overwhelming. In this place that had only ever taken from her, she was now to be given things.

Iziki's question brought her back to the present as they neared the bottom of the stairs. It also stirred up more unpleasant thoughts and memories, both of this place and the outside world.

"Not anymore, I guess, Mistress," she said softly. "I used to have a boyfriend, but I guess he wasn't logged in when we all got stuck. I haven't seen him since then. And, well, I haven't made any other friends here until you two."

At once, a shock of inner panic welled up in her. She was being too presumptuous to call them friends. How pathetic would they think she was for calling these two people she had barely met friends? But the intoxicant and Iziki's calming magic flushed the panic away before it could take root.

They're being kind to you. They're the closest things you've found to friends.

Kelira's eyes went wide as saucers when the first option selected by Iziki began to materialize. The sheer blue nature of the material made her stomach flip-flop at the thought of trying it on. But then it quickly disappeared, replaced by a black and white option. She swallows hard, calming herself again.

Had the first option she'd seen been the black and white dress, though, she likely would have been intimidated by it. It was a very elegant affair, with straps over the shoulders and a top that would leave her shoulders and the tops of her breasts bare. It definitely was not the sort of thing she would usually wear. But, after the sight of the lingerie, it looked downright modest.

She picked it up and went behind the screen. Even with the partition between her and the other two, she felt a flush of nervousness flow through her when she took off her outfit. It was a disconcerting feeling, and one that she had not yet gotten used to, to have her clothes suddenly wink out of existence. There was nothing of the real world process of slowly taking off pieces to it.

It took her a couple tries to get the black and white dress into her inventory and then onto her body. She was pleased to find that the dress conformed to fit her body, having been concerned that it might be a little loose around her bust. Well, that was one thing that was an improvement over the real world at least.

Kelira looked at herself in the mirror and was stunned by the result. The dress was the sort of thing she never wore, in the real world or here. She could not help but feel a little silly, as though she was dressing up in someone else's clothes. But at the same time, it felt so much better than the traveling outfit she had been wearing for the past three months.

"So, here's the first choice?" she said a little nervously as she stepped out from behind the screen.

She paused there to let them see the dress on her, then slowly turned. The way the skirt flowed around her felt nice, though she could feel a little coolness where the air came through its slit. After giving them an opportunity to see it, she moved on to one similar to Jenna's gown, though in a different color. As soon as she put it on, her eyes went wide. She had not fully appreciated how it would feel to have her back so fully exposed as it was in this gown. While her chest was covered, there was something about her bare back that made her feel especially exposed.

"I think it looks a little better on Jenna than me," she said, wrinkling her nose a little when she came back out. "I think I'd look that much worse for having her around."

The next two outfits brought little in the way of surprises, similar in style to the first one she had tried. While they were of similar design, however, Kelira could not help but marvel at the level of extravagant craftsmanship that had been worked into both. She pushed aside the thought that she might be expected to do such work for the tavern and her new employer.

Still dressed in the blue and white embroidered dress, she moved in a little closer to the other two while looking at the option Rivelin had designed. It certainly looked less revealing than the others she had tried. Even if its skirt was shorter, it still went to the knees. It covered more flesh with its white ruffled top and the corset over that.

"It is very pretty," she said when she stood before them. "And I think it kind of looks the part of being someone who works here?"

In the end, her decision would come down to how the other two reacted when she showed them each, like a singing competition decided by the volume of clapping from the crowd. Even under the effects of Iziki's spell and the powerful beverage, she was still not really capable of making such a decision for herself. In fact, under those effects, she suddenly found herself realizing that she truly had no idea how to make such a decision.
 
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"Mmm. Yeah, I came here for materials." He put away the map with a swipe of his fingers and returned the sword to his hand as the group decided they were going to stick around a little bit longer. Rath was wanting to gain another eleven levels which wasn't entirely impossible but if they didn't want to grind the entire thing out slowly, they would have to take more risks and those risks depended on their own capabilities and comfort with doing that. Mint believed that the boneyard would be safer than the mines still or heading in the direction of the ruined castle off in the distance and it didn't really matter to him.

They began to move in the direction Mint decided what was best, but Kain quickly took a step beside her just in case something jumped out around a corner or broken tombstone. Maybe from the distant fog they were walking towards. The healer being in front wasn't ideal, but she was also their guide in the moment, so it left them little choice. The fog enveloping them as the three stayed close, within view of one another while the eyes of undead moved in the distance.

"Probably best you stay behind me Mint."

Being an MMO, hitting one enemy from a distance usually just aggroed the one enemy if you weren't in sight of the others. Some throwing knives, even rocks or something to attract one enemy at a time into the view of the group could be a viable albeit slow strategy.

They also didn't know exactly what the enemy was without proper view. Just that there was one off the in the direction in front of them as Kain softly hummed to himself and opened his inventory. "We could try to slowly aggro the enemies we see instead of stepping forward into a possible trap. The issue is. I don't know what those are in front of us. Could be regular skeletons, maybe we somehow got close to the boss of this area or even a higher leveled enemy like an elite unit."

"Stepping into the boss area could be rather problematic don't you think?" He turned to the party members. Kain could step forward and aggro something with vision, or they could play it safe. He let his party decide which with a vote.
 
@Mike the Bloodwolf @ChrisGabriel

Lune wasn't thinking about life outside the game. Her world had been reduced to one of raw sensation: The rasp of the werewolf's tongue across her fingers; the brush of his tail against her chest; the hot, salty taste of the dark elf's breath. The werewolf's fingers pressed easily into her body, the intrusion stretching her in a way she'd never experienced before. It made her throw back her head and let out a throaty gasp; she'd never imagined her body would be this sensitive!

"Yes, Master! There! Right there!"

The pretty elf writhed under his touch, rolling her hips eagerly to meet the thrust of his fingers. She pressed herself harder against the dark elf, seeking out her lips once more; her hands clung to whatever they could find for stability. The pressure inside her body was mounting, her knees again growing weak...

But would she cum before her master?

At this stage it was mostly a question of how much more Hunter could endure. Lune was swept away in a sea of sensation, not at all trying to hold herself back, but she'd only been going at it for a relatively short time. She could still be minutes away. How much longer would Hunter's willpower hold against the passionate moans and sweaty, writhing bodies of the elves between his legs? How much longer could he deny Night's body the hot cum that it craved?
 
@ChrisGabriel @Silverbird

Not much longer it seemed, Hunter cock was twitching violently and as Night cummed again, Hunter could no longer hold it back, he thrusted deeply into Night pussy his knot blocking any exit for his cum, before a soft howl of pleasure would be heard as his cum would explode into Night, ribbons and ribbons of it would go inside her.
She had said, she wanted his puppies, depending on the rules here, this would probably give her a very high chance to have them. The knot blocking any exit for them, his fingers inside Lune pussy going harder and faster.

Soon once he had empty himself into Night, a small pop would happen as his cock would slowly come out of her, still at half mast and he could definitely go another round if Lune wanted to feel what a werewolf cock would be like.
 
Rath tried to stay close, just following Mint and Kains lead as he was led through this new adventure land. He hadn't expected to find people who would be willing to carry his low level ass through a higher tier realm like the Forgotten Lands. But he was definitley thankful; he'd have to slog through grinding out mobs in the starting area if he wanted to level up. Granted he could...But that would get boring real fast. And besides, now at least he could do so more damage and take more hits.

"Fogs so blasted thick...Can't see a damn thing..." Rath muttered, trying to squint and look through the haze and see anything at all. And all he saw was shadows...Granted the silhouettes were enough to tell him they were undead, but what kinds? He had no idea at all.

"This place is creepy...Heh. Gotta give the devs credit...They got their aesthetics game down pat." he would then, looking around and trying to avoid making too much noise. Supposedly cemeteries could be looted...But Mints warning of a higher boss called King Barnet made him not even think about it.

"Damn...If I was just a few more levels I could get in there in the thick of it." Rath growled, listening as Kain offered to take point, then asking his suggestion. "Let's draw a couple in...Look, there's two right in front of us...And it's just them." Rath looked down and saw a chunk of broken gravestone near his foot, picking it up. "I know in the lower levels, you can usually just attract one if you manage to hit them with something. Good way ta break up a mob. If you want to take some steps back, I'll draw one in."

Once they might back up, Rath then hucked his rock at the one the left; the enemy grunted and rattled. Rath backing up a few steps as the enemy approached...And it turned out to be common skeleton. Once more, he proced his Enrage, that list of bonuses appearing on his screen and going for it. Their blades clashed, Rath losing about 10% of his health since he managed to block the strike, clash damage being responsible for the loss in health.

His Rage Bonus and his newest Skill, Enhanced Critical, enabled him to land a heavy critical hit, shaving off a fourth of the Skeletons HP in one hit. He ducked the next sword from the Skeleton, leading it back to Kain and Mint. He did trip as he tried to be smart, landing on his ass...But before the Skeleton could hit, Rath moved, the Skeletons sword cutting into the ground and through a tombstone.

Admittedly this first fight was not his best; by the time he did manage to kill it, he had lost about half his health, having to hit the damn Skeleton close to 14 or 15 times to finally get it down. But that was because those damn things were still 20+ Levels above him. Even so...Was a good chunk of EXP, now he was Level 30!

But...His commotion did cause one more enemy to come to their general area. It was still just one...But it was a Corrupted Skeleton now!
 
@Pontiff @Razgriz

The cleric nodded at Kain in agreement. "The boss will probably wipe us. I can keep you alive for a bit, but I can't say the same for Rath. Maybe we can come back another day with a bigger party." She cupped her chin and turned her head in thought. "We might want to lure in the skeleton guards, but they are kinda close to the boss. Like everything else in this region for us, it is risky."

Rath was right, this fog was a problem and definitely wasn't helping the situation. It could be more of a threat than the boss itself if they were to attract too many foes or walk blindly into the boss. One step at the time, that was unless they kept drawing them in.

Mint couldn't help but giggle at Rath's displeasure. It did suck to be under level, but it was the price to pay to be carried. At least he would get some levels out of it, but even while at a fitting level, she understood the unrest the came with being forced back line or very defensive.

She would let him try his method of luring, the stone flew into the thick fog to strike an unknown enemy. In a way, it kinda felt like fishing. Oh, they caught a skeleton! One that sure didn't look happy as it charged towards the party!

Readying her staff, she revived [Flurry Restore] on the party which again would slowly restore HP over time. Her light snow added to the fog, but at least it would help keep them safe and restore Rath's HP that dropped from his violent clash. At least he was able to do some damage, and when he fell, he was quick in his dodge. However, it looked like they had bigger problems heading their way.

Out of all the enemies, the corrupted skeletons were the easiest to see within the haze due to their glowing purple cores. It was also now charging forward from out of the fog after noticing the discourse taking pace. Within the simmering chaos, Mint ordered, "Kain, tank that thing and buy us a little time!" Lucky or unlucky for him, the corrupted skeleton was already charging Kain, this one with sharp fingerbones and teeth, ready to try to shred the warrior apart.

Her attention then turned towards the skeleton with eye sockets on Rath. She took a few side steps and held her staff out in front of her. Her staff glowed with a bright light right before magic ripped out from the core of her staff. [Hypothermic Pulse], the strongest direct nature attack that the healer had. While powerful, the cool-down and unsavory mana cost kept her from utilizing it often, and forced her to stay focused on healing spells, but the game would be broken if she couldn't hold her own on some level. The violent pulse of unseen yet freezing magic beside some faint shimmering blue would not only send the skeleton flying, but leave it frozen for a few seconds, as well as take away a hefty amount of HP.

"Finish it off, Rath!" He would need to step a bit in the unknown fog to do that, but the kill would be his. Her focus would then go back to Kain, ready to support him if needed.

[Skeleton] 4% HP
{Corrupt Skeleton] 100% HP
 
@Mike the Bloodwolf @ChrisGabriel @Silverbird

Breathing fast and light, as the big meaty member and its cum was filling her body, Night just nuzzled Lune while her hands explored the other elf's body. Trembling lightly impaled on the werewolf's cock, she still took a glance at her own status. While getting pregnant was not really an option as much as she had seen in the last months - there was no aging, hair growth, or even periods, as much as she could notice - Night still could catch lycanthropy... But at least it wasn't spreading like an STD, or she had been just lucky.

Or it wasn't the right time of the month or even a night for that to happen.

Night shuddered and gasped, filling her lungs with a deep breathas the knot slipped out of her. Twitching and rolling to get the other elf closer to Hunter-wolf, the dark elf hugged Lune and offered her up to the high level monster-player. "Oh, Master, take her too!" she was kind of mocking the golden haired young woman, but at the same time wanted for both of them to have fun - getting an animal to mount another one usually got her out of any commitments to that male up till now, after all. But now she definitely would be staying as long as she got something worthwhile out of the situation. Having a light colored elven girl to play with definitely was worth just as much as getting the big juicy boner from time to time and the hot cum that was still warming her insides.

Getting better arms and armor out of it was not a last thing either. Maybe she could even learn something from the two... and who knew, they could go on some adventures later too, Lune's level was close enough to hers to make them party up count preferably...

... now they only had to find some kind of a buffer-healer if they ever went out into the wilds to take on more than she did usually alone.
 
@Fetterette @AnemicLeorath

Iziki's eyes study Kelira's jittery reactions, pondering. The poor girl is too frightened to even make trivial decisions. Well, all right then.

"Of course we wouldn't want to insult our friend by overlooking his design." Laying a steadying hand on Kelira's shoulder, Iziki smiles to take some of the ice out of the statement. The fingers of that hand knead at the timid woman's deltoid twice before releasing her. "I'm sure he has some final details to finish up in order to fit it precisely to your measurements. I'll finish showing you around the facilities, and he can meet us in my suite at the end … any of the staff can show him there. Then you'll get a chance to thank him properly."

Leading the other elf down the hallway, they eventually come to stairs back up to the surface, opening out into an atrium, where sunlight shines down on a garden. Decorative floral planters in a variety of vivid colors line the outside, though much of the garden itself is devoted to herbs and grains, allowing the tavern a fresh supply of common ingredients. Berries are grown against the south wall.

The wall to the west (on their right as they emerge from the basement stairs) is a little over one story high, allowing extra light into the atrium. A second floor balcony overhangs the eastern bit of the area, with a firepit and grill tucked in the northeast corner, next to a small sitting area and picnic table. A narrow alley-like opening leads south from the atrium to a locked iron gate manned by an NPC guard, beyond that the main road past the Taphouse. Doors off the alley lead back to the tavern proper to the east, and to Iziki's office and rooms on the west. A waterfall fountain burbles from three small stone heads on the wall, sculpted into a lion, a tiger and a bear, the flow spilling into a little pool that runs about halfway along the edge of the garden before yielding to a planter with lavender, begonias accenting a bed of fragrant white gardenia, which impart a hint of sweet smell to the air.

"This is our garden. You can level up your gathering skills here, without needing to venture beyond the safety of the wall. This is a staff and VIP area only, and there's a guard down there at the gate if you need help with something."

Iziki gives the other woman a chance to look the area over, while she picks a blackberry, then offers another to Kelira. It was a nice relaxing spot, without a monster, mob or aggro in sight. After a moment, she heads to a door back into the main building. "This is our pantry entrance. You can store any edibles you gather. And beyond this is the kitchen and the party room. To the right you'll find the brewing and spirit rooms. To the left is a hallway that heads back to the main room, and the stairs up. Past the stairs is the staff break area." After explaining this, she leads back across the atrium, "This door leads to my office."

Unlocking and opening the door, Iziki leads the way through a room with a desk, and the rarely seen records cabinet. Since she levelled up Merchant as one of her two craft professions, she is able to gather reports, financial and inventory information all from one place. Adjacent to the office are various trophies of Iziki's adventuring career. Suits of armor, various shields, unique loot. And of course, mounted on the wall, the head of Malkareth the drake, the lead boss of the earliest of the in-game monster invasions, with a plaque underneath:

Dragon Wing Companions
Battle of Gnarsnarl Bridge, Invasion of Patch 1.21
-~-~- Andos Rockcrusher, Orcish knight and main tank -~-~-
-~-~- Iziki, Elven knight and off-tank -~-~-
-~-~- Devral the Red, Human elementalist -~-~-
-~-~- Gragovirrin, Dark elf assassin -~-~-
-~-~- Sonja Fireeye, Dark elf beserker -~-~-
-~-~- Halagad Forgefire, Dwarven cleric -~-~-​

A pedestal holds a golden hourglass, filled not with sand but what appear to be shimmering ground gemstone. The plaque reads: "Taken from Yvgennard, would-be Timeking of the Depths, beneath the Maelstrom Whirlpool of Crystal Beach; world-first kill by the Dragon Wing Companions"

In the back corner sits a heavy chest, closed with not only its built-in lock, but two additional chains wrapped around the container, each with a padlock of their own.

On the wall at the foot of the stairs up to the owner's suite hangs a screenshot of people fighting some sort of gorilla creature made of molten lava. Iziki pauses for a moment, touching the screenshot with her fingers, before shaking it off and continuing up the stairs. "Let's get you properly settled in."
 
@ChrisGabriel @Mike the Bloodwolf

As the werewolf's fingers began to move faster and faster Lune's body answered in kind, her hips thrusting more passionately with each touch. Her chest heaved, her breathing mirroring the dark elf's as it came in short, desperate gasps. The heat was driving Lune wild, the need for more drowning out almost every other sensation. She barely noticed the werewolf reaching his limit, until the sound of his soft howl sent a shiver through her body. Something about the sound seemed to trigger a primal joy in her still pheremone-addled mind. She bucked harder against his fingers, trying to drive her pleasure further...

Until, abruptly, the tenor of the dark elf's touch shifted. Lune let out a little gasp as the other woman suddenly took a tighter hold on her body and rolled, nimbly exchanging their positions and pushing her closer against the werewolf's body. She threw one arm back over his wide shoulder to steady herself, and turned her head up towards his inhuman face. A thrill of fear ran through her at the close-up sight of his tooth-filled maw, her breath catching in her throat as self-preservation instincts fought for a moment through the power of his control, but she didn't flinch away. Her eyes stared up at the werewolf, wide and purple and still clouded with lust.

The lewd expression on Lune's face was so different to any Hunter normally saw when she came into his store — the cheerful smile as she called out her greeting, the sharp and attentive gaze that assessed his new stock, her thoughtful frown as she compared notes or the deep blush and sarcastic eyeroll that usually answered his flirty comments. The red in her cheeks now was certainly not driven by embarrassment; the keen light of her eyes had been replaced by desire and submission. She nervously bit her lower lip, continuing to hold her breath as if in anticipation of what he was to do with her next...
 
@Silverbird @ChrisGabriel

It was a little odd to see two player characters, both of them elves, enjoying his Beast form. Most of the time Hunter had sex was in his human form and with NPC who basically thew themselves at him if he had forgotten to deactive his animal magnetism skull, it seemed Night was satisfied with the season so far while Lune looked at his with an almost Submissive gaze.

He quite enjoyed being master right now, so he kissed Lune passionately on the lips, this was something he had wanted for a while, a chance to have sex with Lune and from the looks of things, this would be her first time. So he began to rub his cock against her entrance while leaning her back so Night could have full access to Lune body, his tail finding its own target would start to rub Night pussy before seeing if she would let it penetrate her.
"When your ready Lune, let go of my neck and feel the cock of a hu I mean werewolf cock" He whisper in her ear, his voice sounding more like a growly version of Hunter voice which from all the time they done busy together would sound familer.
 
@Mike the Bloodwolf @ChrisGabriel @Silverbird

Night tried not to giggle when the furry tail was moving betweenher thighs. Her hot pussy was still remembering the thick and long cock with the stretching knot, and the cum was dripping from her hole, wetting the tail, letting it smear their combined juices. It made the almost giggling turn into a shuddering purr. Of course Night didn't even imagined it penetrating her, so she wasn't doing anything to stop or help that.

The dark - purple - elf was holding the golden one, crossing her arms to hold those elven breasts in her palms. Night would be the one biting Lune's neck with great enjoyment, knowing well what she wanted as she offered herself for the verycareful werewolf. And that would be why Night would make sure to pull and push Lune down on that mighty cock, when she let go of Hunter-wolf's neck... even if the other two wanted to take it slow, Night would make sure they still took it fully.
 
@Fetterette @Ahlanna

And there he goes again, getting way too focused on something to properly take his surroundings into account. When Kelira first came out of the dressing room to look at what Rivelin had come up with in terms of design, he looked back and forth between her and the preview outfit. The basic look of the outfit was good, but he wasn't quite satisfied with it so far and so immediately went to work on correcting the issue that he saw. However doing so came at the cost of his attention span.

Rivelin did note the initial approval Kelira gave to his design, but was already too absorbed in fine-tuning the little details to really comment on it, let alone pay attention to much of what Iziki was saying. Something about meeting in her suite. It may have seemed a bit disrespectful or rude of him, but he wanted to make all of his projects just right. "Yeah, I'll be there." He replied finally, trailing off into more of a mumble as the two girls left the downstairs storage area to give the new hireling the tour. "Just gotta... put that... there, and pull that- nope, doesn't look good... hmm..."

Five minutes. Ten. Thirty. A full hour had gone by as with Rivelin fiddling and tweaking the outfit - playing with various sliders, adding little bits and pieces, making cuts and holes where there previously were none... Most of it he ultimately reverted, but the things he did add included a pair of tight fishnet stockings, lacey black panties, shoes to match the stockings and small cuts to the outer sides of the skirt to allow an observer to maybe see a flash of some upper thigh when the wearer moves around while still keeping everything neatly hidden. Satisfied with these edits, Rivelin pressed the [SAVE COSTUME PRESET] button in the crafting menu and- oh dear. That cost! In order for Rivelin to craft the entire uniform for Kelira, he would need;
  • 5x Black dye pigment
  • 4x Red dye pigment
  • 24x Refined Cloth
  • 7x Spools of refined string
  • 1x Gold bar
  • 6x Alraune petal
  • 20x Bloodmoth silk
  • 3720 Gold
  • [OPTIONAL] 1x Oasis Jewel
  • [OPTIONAL] +2000 Gold
Yikes. While the mundane materials like cloth, metal, string and dye pigments were easy enough to come by, the Alraune petals and Bloodmoth silk would be annoying to get.
Alraune who call the jungle their home aren't able to do much damage with direct attacks, but their spores cause heavy poison, debuffs and sometimes confusion effects when fighting them. Because they are immobile, they have tons of health as well so it takes a while to kill one which in turn gives the poison time to do it's thing, unless taken care of.
Bloodmoths on the other hand are a pest in the swampy marshlands, their behavior is more similar to a mosquito than a typical moth. They always come in groups - where there's one, there's at least 4 more within aggro range. Their attacks drain health from the victim, healing themselves as the fight goes on which can make dealing with a swarm difficult for a solo player. While not strong individually, many have lost their lives by having their health drained by a swarm of them.

Then there's that optional piece. Turns out, the top part of the outfit has two versions available to be crafted. One that is almost purely cosmetic with next to no stats to speak of, and another that improves passive mana and stamina regeneration slightly along with a small increase in basic stats. It wouldn't be enough for anyone to rightfully call it 'armor' but it would still be better than anything the starting zone has to offer. The improved version does come with a level requirement of 18 though... Maybe that would help Kelira feel more special and confident if she worked up a few levels to get the outfit?

Regardless, while Rivelin pondered about that he quickly hashed together a second, much more revealing outfit for Kelira to wear and for Iziki to evaluate. Similar to the first one with the corset, this second one barely left anything to the imagination as the only bits of modesty were a piece of cloth loosely tied around the hips and a loose top, both of which could easily be removed by simply tugging at them. The costs to craft this outfit were about half of what the other one one was, as it was nothing special with minimal edits needed.

Totaling for an hour and thirty minutes, Rivelin finally left the downstairs area and returned back to the main floor through the way he was led in after saving both of the outfits, though he suspected that Kelira would not be the one actually making the final choice in which one she would wear... But what about the monster loot needed for the first outfit? Rivelin certainly didn't have all of them in his inventory, so he would need to either go hunt down the monsters for the stuff, buy them off someone or ask Iziki to supply them. Though he would much rather not do the latter, if he could avoid it...

Finally back at the main floor, he looked around for Jenna, only to find her currently flirting with two other customers - a dwarf and an orc. At first Rivelin wondered if he would have to go and interrupt their interaction but then he glanced at the bar and saw the dark elf NPC D'vrixila and went over to her instead. She wore a sultry smile as she stood on the other side of the counter, her clothes barely containing her assets as she shifted her weight from one foot onto another with a slight sway of her hip. "Hey there, handsome. See something you like?" She spoke first as Rivelin approached. He couldn't help but grin a little, damn Iziki knew what she was doing when setting up the place. "Damn right I do, no question about that. But I'm not here for that today. Think you could take me to your Mistress?" "I'm sorry, but Mistress is a bit busy at the moment. I could take a messa-" "I have important business with her. Please take me to her, I insist." Rivelin interrupted the dark elf wench, knowing full well she's an NPC. At this moment Iziki would receive a notification that Rivelin is requesting a meeting with her, along with the notification that he is being led towards the office by one of the staff members.

It won't take long before he stands behind the office room door and knocks...
 
@Ahlanna @AnemicLeorath

Following her Mistress down the hallway, Kelira can still feel the imprint of those strong fingers on her shoulders and back. It had been such a wonderful moment simply to be touched like that. Those hands had felt so comforting, possessive of her, and had made the feeling of safety this place gave her swell.

"Yes, Mistress. You're right. I should have been more appreciative of his design," a blush rises on her
cheeks again. "It's all just so overwhelming. It feels like a dream."

That feeling is only intensified when they exit out into the atrium. The place is beautiful, and she is overcome with a sensation of serenity. She closes her eyes, taking in the experience: the sound of the burbling water of the fountain and the scents of sweet perfume. When she opens her eyes again, Iziki is offering the blackberry. Kelira takes it with a smile, popping it into her mouth and enjoying the sweet flavor of it.

Kelira tries not to let her mind linger over-long on the prospect of the 'leveling' to be done in the garden. She isn't stupid. She can figure it out, and that's especially true when she won't have to worry about being attacked by monsters while she's trying!

She follows the other woman to the door the pantry. Kelira listens carefully to the description, making a quick mental map of the place for later. And then she follows her mistress across the atrium to the other door.

At first, Kelira is surprised to find that Iziki's office is such a small and simple place. She had expected something more grand and opulent, rather than just a desk and cabinet. When they pass into the trophy room, her eyes go wide.

For a moment, she tries to imagine what it would be like to be so strong and confident in the game. It was what her boyfriend... ex-boyfriend... had always been after. He had imagined himself as a great hero of this place, with his own long list of accomplishments. Kelira realizes, in that moment, that his would have never been like this, though. She is more than a little awe-struck by what she sees here, and especially the obvious reverence that Iziki holds for that image with the lava-ape.

"Let's get you properly settled in," Iziki says.

Kelira nods quickly before following the other woman up the stairs.

"Yes, of course, Mistress."
 
@Fetterette @AnemicLeorath

The dark elf at the bar is fetching a glass from a lower shelf as Rivelin approaches. Soon, she leads him back to the business office.

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Iziki looks at her notifications. Well, that's inconvenient timing. But she was kind of hoping Rivelin would catch up. You couldn't do carrot and stick reinforcement without the stick. Quirking a grin at the mental double-entendre she lays a hand on Kelira's shoulder to stop her from going into the suite proper.

Standing at the top of the stairs, she explains to Kelira. "Mm. It seems Rivelin is ready to present regarding your outfit. Unfortunately, my staff brought him to the office and not the suite."

Turning around, she heads back down the stairs. Of course, she *could* have just had D'vrixila bring him through. But the idea of having him in the trophy room with only the wench for escort was concerning. When setting her up, Iziki had paid for perception upgrades, yes, but only those relevant to the social AI – which wasn't real great to begin with – enabling the wench to at least in theory pick up on the moods of the customers, and suggest the appropriate drinks to help them out. In terms of escorting people through private areas – she was no security guard.

As she reaches the base of the stairs, leaving room for Kelira to stand behind her if wished. Triggering the office door lock, she lets D'vrix know to bring him in.

"Remember, tavern staff should smile and be polite to guests at all times." Glancing back to Kelira she straightens the other woman's outfit. It's got a bizarre mix of revealing and frumpiness, but the poor girl didn't have anything else to work with, so Iziki lets it slide. "Stand up straighter now. Shoulders back a touch. Confidence. Poise. Grace. There's no threats here."
 
Kelira comes to a quick halt when Iziki pauses at the top of the stairs. She nods quickly at the woman's words.

"Oh, that sounds," she begins, but then there is a pause while a thousand options play through her mind. Scary? Sweet? Cool? Fast? Exciting? "Nice."

The timid elf follows her mistress back down to the base of the stairs, slipping into place behind Iziki. It seems like the natural place to be, as if the other elf is shielding her.

"Remember, tavern staff should smile and be polite to guests at all times."

After Iziki speaks those words, she abruptly turns. Before Kelira can attempt to paste on a smile, the other woman's deft fingers are on her body. Well, not her body, she realizes, though incidental contact occurs. Rather, those soft hands are on her outfit, tugging the frustrating thing back into place. Kelira is a child again, her mother fussing with the dresses she could never properly care for then either.

"Stand up straighter now. Shoulders back a touch. Confidence. Poise. Grace. There's no threats here."

"Yes, Mistress," Kelira answers, her voice a breathy whisper.

She tries her best to comply, but those words are like a foreign language to her. She knows what they technically mean, but she has always known that there is a hidden truth to them that other people understand, and she does not. She has seen poise in action. She knows grace when she sees it. But whenever she tries to embody those traits, she feels like her ten-year-old self trying on her mother's heels.

"Shoulders back a touch," she whispers Iziki's words.

That is a concrete instruction, so she sets her mind to it. And then she remembers the smile, and tries to create one that does not look too forced. She suddenly realizes she has no idea what to do with her hands. She crosses them under her breasts. Not welcoming. She hangs them down by her sides. Too floppy. Finally, she puts them out of the way behind her back, twining her fingers together.

Almost holding her breath, smiling awkwardly, she waits for Rivelin's arrival.
 
@Ahlanna @Fetterette

Rivelin and Lili the cat simply followed D'vrixila behind the doorway next to the bar counter and through the hallway leading lined with doors leading to the kitchen and various storage rooms, he assumed. As curious as he was, he wouldn't want to do anything to alarm his NPC guide and thus ruin his reputation with her owner and potential friend. Instead he chose the more safer course of action, which was to shamelessly stare at the swaying behind of the purple skinned dark elf wench leading the way. The dress she wore was plain enough to fit a tavern, and also revealing enough to draw the eyes in subtle ways. Despite that, said dress would certainly look better when thrown onto the floor....

He is brought out of his little daydream when they reach the end of the hallway and exiting into the outside area. On his left was a gate, separating this pathway that led to the inner garden and grill on his right. Perhaps that garden is where they grow some of the spices and ingredients used in various drinks and foods that are served in the taphouse? Once again his curiosity was piqued, though he mostly was curious about the potential alchemical properties of what ever was growing there, if anything used in alchemy did grow there at all. His interest was quickly drawn back to the reason he was here in the first place when his 'guide' spoke up. "This is the office, however as I said earlier, the Mistress is busy at the moment so you'll have to-" D'vrix began explaining, but was cut off when she received a response from her mistress. With a beaming smile, she moved to unlock the door, even though no key was visible. "Ah, it seems that Mistress is ready to meet you." She said, surprisingly formal despite her attire and expected purpose. Though that quickly faded away when she spoke again in a more sultry tone, similar to how she would if she was at the bar. "Enjoy~" Her voice trailed off, and with the door opened and the knowledge that her mistress would be in or around the office. D'vrix stepped to the side and let Rivelin enter first.

His eyes were first drawn to the records cabinet nearby the main desk. Everything about that just screamed Professional to him. What he would have expected was a simple bookshelf at most with some closed binders, but not a dedicated cabinet filled with reports and info on all sorts of things that he most likely had no idea about even if he did look into them. Not that he would, what wth D'rix right behind him by the door. She would stand there and observe until her Mistress entered the office proper, at which point she would excuse herself and return to the bar to do what she was bought for.

Lili on the other hand showed no hesitation in claiming the room and everything in it as hers. Both her head and tail raised, she immediately walked further into the trophy section and began investigating all the things.

But come to think of it, as nicely decorated as this place is along with the downright impressive collection of trophies, armor and other bits in the room nearby, this doesn't look like a 'suite' that Iziki mentioned downstairs. Did the NPC bring him to the wrong place? He was about to voice his question to the dutiful NPC but heard the door in the back of the trophy area open. It was a little ways around the corner so he couldn't quite see who was there, but he assumed it was Iziki - this was her office after all. He quickly scrambled with opening the menu screen to bring up the tailoring menu again, prepping to show both of the outfits he had conjured up in his alone time. He probably should have tried to be more professional with this, but quite frankly it wasn't his job on the line here. That is unless Iziki had plans on hiring him, but he would not be the one to bring that up.

"Hey uh, sorry about that. This doesn't look like a suite, despite you telling me to go there... I tried to ask one of your bar wenches - the dark elf one - to bring me to you but I they brought me here instead for some reason." He went and tried explaining his reason for not going to her suite as requested. He also glanced over at Kelira, looking her up and down once again. Yep, that green dress was still a bit plain. He then returned his gaze back to Iziki, now a big smile on his face. "However! I did manage to finish designing not one but TWO possible outfits for Kelira over there, depending on if she likes them or not. My personal vote goes to the first one I created, which is this one here..." A few button presses on his holo-screen later, and he brought up the now fully edited version of his original suggestion for Keliras work outfit, including the fishnets and the cuts on either side of the dress. Would Kelira notice them, though? "Like so. And the other one iiiiss..." His voice trailed off, once more his hand tapping away at the game menu. This time he produced the preview of the second outfit as well, both of the outfits in freely movable screens that he passed on for Kelira and Iziki to see. "There. I could make the simpler one immediately, provided I visit the market for a little first. The other, fancier one though.... I would need to go grind up some monsters for materials. Or buy them as well, which I don't know if I have the money for...."

"But regardless, for what it's worth, in my opinion the first set of clothing I made would suit her the best, followed by the white-blue dress from earlier and the second one I made. "

While Rivelin was busy talking and business, Lili was slowly making her way towards the locked and chained chest. Why would anyone need to do that to a chest? She was too curious for her own good. She sneaked closer and closer to it, slowly reaching to touch it with her paw. Unless Iziki stopped the cat, she would bap her paw at the locked chest a few times before moving closer to sniff it, and lastly hop onto and sit on it. That is, if nothing happened at the initial touch.
 
@Fetterette @AnemicLeorath

Seeing Kelira figure out where to put her arms - and coming up with a solid answer – a warm smile flashes across Iziki's lips, as her head stays turned long enough to make sure Kelira can't miss her approval. See? It's not that hard. "That's good. Chin up, take pride in being seen … you are a sexy, worthy, valuable creature … But of course any guest is more important than any staff, so eyes down slightly to show you know your place."

Unlike Kelira, Iziki isn't technically staff, so while she is respectful, she has no need to stand at attention, instead, she stands facing the doorway to the office section, one hand on the banister to the stairs, allowing Kelira a spot on the landing behind her.

When the tailor enters the trophy room, Iziki invites him further. "Please, come in." Upon hearing his concern for disturbing her, the curvaceous elf makes a little mental note. More apologetic than he needs to be, Iziki files this away for later consideration. Of course, it could just be a natural bias towards the polite – an affliction she herself shared. But it could be something else, too. Resolving to keep her eyes open, with a bright and friendly smile on her lips, Iziki wonders if perhaps Rivelin needs protecting as well. But that question does not need to be answered today – Kelira was an emergency case, Rivelin was less helpless. Having done enough healing in other games, she knew all about triage for the most deeply wounded, while carefully monitoring the status of the rest of the party.

"It is no trouble. These stairs, …" fingers slide across the cherrywood of the banister, "… lead to my quarters as well, though I normally receive visitors through the second-floor entry and sitting room." The smile shifts a little, getting a hint of playfulness, "Not the bedchambers."

As Lili prowls around, the little feline can feel the glow of power coming off some – frankly most – of the items in the room. Apart from the purely decorative, nothing in here is common or even uncommon. There's a set of Striker Bandit's armor in the corner – Iziki likes the aesthetics, with its dashing hunter green accented with ultratight black leather pants, and a luxurious golden (the color, not the gear rank) cape, even on the display mannequin it looks fantastic; though its stats don't really work for her – and a halberd on the wall also has blue rank, but everything else is purple, gold or in a couple cases: diamond.

And then there is that chest. With no interference from Iziki, Lili can get right up to it. At first, as she closes in there is a tingle of abjuration magic that spawns a [ Protection from Scrying - Major ] buff on Lili's pet status bar, followed quickly by [ Fumbling Fingers – Lockpicking Skill Reduced ]. When she paws at the chest itself, there are no new buff indicators. But instead …

Dark forms shifting, swirling, closing in on the kittens. But then, in a halo of silver and gold, a Lili-esque defender leaps in front of the helpless ones. The shadows close in; attempting to bind, to dazzle, to stun, any trick that will let them past to the easy buffet behind … yet the silver flashes turn away each strike, and the vision-Lili stands, dauntless against the shades who are forced to pull back, whimpering in rage, unable to satisfy their hunger.​
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And then there is a circle of other felines, hissing as the spin around vision-Lili, the silver in her halo replaced with black, though the gold still twines with the sable. The hostile cats charge, and though they bite and scratch, they can inflict only superficial damage. Yes, their target gets scratches, but as they pull back, the other cats have grievous wounds that drip with blood as they scurry away from the triumphant cat.​
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Another scene shift, this time the kittens are working together to bring down a mighty gazelle, but struggle to keep up with the prey's graceful leaps and shifts, tired mews of fatigue sounding from the group. Yet with a crimson coat and argent accent, vision-Lili pounces, paws flying. The gazelle is still just as fast, still flails about trying to get away. But Lili is tireless and resilient, and in the end there is no escape. The kittens will dine well.​
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And then one last scene. This one tinged with … heat. This time vision-Lili is not the stalker, not the protector, not the fighter. This time, she is the one in need, her little paws stuck on vines as she tugs at them in futility. Shadow, touched with iron, swirls around her. A half-purr rumbles from the throat of the other cat in the vision, who shakes out his handsome mane as he pads closer, letting his masculine scent wash over the trapped feline, licking the side of her face. He slinks behind her, and she feels the press of his weight on her back, yet still the vines will not yield! ​

And then the visions end.

Meanwhile, Iziki is speaking, "Hmm. What do you think, my pet? Do you wish multiple outfits? There may be a price, but I am sure we can all come to a … comfortable agreement."

She takes note of the implication of costs and perquisites, but it is too early to determine exactly where Rivelin fits in her plans. And Iziki is the kind of person who has a plan for everything from dungeon plundering to the most efficient pattern for browsing shops in the market.

"Shall we head upstairs? I believe we will all find it more relaxing. Adventure is exhilarating, of course, but cushioned furniture more suited to comfort, and the promise of fine beverage - if you will forgive an artist a little pride in her work."
 
Rath had fallen back to towards his allies, having killed one Skeleton already. He didn't see the one that came from his right, the Corrupted Skeleton targeting Kain as the other one went right for him. He blocked the first swing of its blade, his HP dropping sharply from the recoil damage, a loud grunt leaving him as he swung back, his sword able to do a bit more damage now.

But his Enrage wouldn't last forever...Thankfully Mint seemed to come in for the clutch, her icy spellcraft causing the Skeleton to take a huge amount of damage. Jeezus, thank the gods she was on their side! Maybe it was because he was so severely underleveled, but the amount of damage she did in that one spell was insane to him.

Regardless, he took her verbal cue and ran with it. A loud bellow erupted from him as his blade crashed through the Skeleton, shattering it into multiple bone fragments. "Thanks fer that...Now les take down big ugly here!" Rath shouted, going to try and start working on the Corrupted monstrosity.

Now that he was over Level 30 - 31, to be precise, he could at least see the level of the creature. Even though it was still red as blood, the information around it showing the active resistances to his damage output since he was so overwhelmingly outmatched. All the same, he would work with Kain however he needed to try and get the beast dead. If he could get the killing blow, he would get a ton of EXP.
 
Iziki's words before Rivelin's arrival send a little rush of pleasure through her, amplified by the magical effects that still blanket her mind. She is sexy? She wonders if that word has ever been used to describe her. Even her boyfriend, ex-boyfriend, had only ever used words like pretty and cute to describe her when he was feeling kind.

Clutching her hands together behind her back, she quickly lowers her gaze before Rivelin enters at the suggestion. The reminder of her place as staff actually does nothing to lower the newfound, limited, sense of self-worth that her mistress has instilled in her. She has a place here, and that place is to be pleasing to the establishment's guests.

Even though her eyes are lowered when Rivelin enters and takes in the sight of her garb, Kelira can still feel that gaze on her. She tries to stand up straighter under the scrutiny, pushing her chest forward. When he gets through his own apologies, she is surprised to discover that he has spent his time creating two potential outfits for her to wear.

When the images of the clothing appears for her, Kelira's eyes go wide. The first she has seen before, or at least something quite similar to it in his initial design. She notes the addition of the fishnet stockings, the sight of them stirring memories of a halloween costume, her one ill-fated attempt at dressing sexy for the Holiday. The second design, baudier design brings a sharp intake of breath from her.

Shhe tries to imagine wearing it. It is a true challenge to imagine herself comfortable with her shoulders and upper arms exposed like that without also seeing herself constantly pulling the thing back into place. She imagines how it would feel to have her upper thighs so casually exposed to anyone who's gaze traveled her way.

But of course, a guest is more important than any staff...

Iziki's words flow so easily through her mind, as though they are riding a wave of the calming magic the other elf had placed on her. And then she is surprised when her mistress seems to suggest that having both made would be an option. She thinks quickly.

"I think you do not give yourself enough credit, sir," she says, seeking for words that will please her mistress. "They are both lovely options and I think well-suited to my role here."

Though she sorely prefers the first option and its greater coverage, the substantial costs outlined by Rivelin for it seem quite daunting. She cannot imagine how difficult it might be to go "grinding up monsters" to create it. Though a part of her really would prefer his second choice, the blue and white one, she is here to please their guest.

"Maybe we should go with the second one, mistress?" she says, turning her head to look up at Iziki. "And then I could work to save up the money to pay for the first one. What do you think?"

When Iziki suggests heading upstairs, she offers nothing on the topic. That is a question for a guest, not for her.
 
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@ChrisGabriel @Mike the Bloodwolf

The werewolf's hot breath washed over Lune's face as his mouth moved closer, and now the golden-haired elf did instinctively draw back — at least until his lips met hers in a passionate, surprisingly gentle kiss. Her grip on his neck slowly loosened as she moaned softly against his mouth. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing up dangerously from below as he arched her body back, waiting for her to take that last step. His voice whispered in her ear, that strangely familiar growl, and in answer to his words — or perhaps to the bite of the dark elf's teeth against her neck — her grip grew looser still. She began to sink onto his lap...

She knew that voice. Why did she know that voice?

The elf let out a shocked gasp as the werewolf's cock pushed into her body, her momentarily lucid thought driven away by the intrusion. Her hand grasped at the werewolf's fur again, seeking something to support herself. It was so... so...

"So big!" She gasped aloud, her body shivering as it adapted to the unfamiliar sensation. Her healthbar flickered in the corner of her vision. barely noticed. It didn't hurt, exactly, but she'd never felt her body so filled, so stretched. She needed a moment to adjust, to catch her breath... and then the dark elf took hold of her hips, and pushed her down further still.

Lune moaned as the werewolf sunk deeper inside her. Her body seemed to welcome his intrusion, tight muscles offering only momentary resistance before embracing his cock. Slowly she sunk further and further down, the other woman's persistent touch driving her beyond what she'd have thought her body could handle — until, at last, her wet lips sat atop the werewolf's knot, every inch of him above that point inside of her. Lune head rolled back against his chest, and she let out a shuddering breath — then finally brought her hands down from his neck, to press against his thighs, as she began to slowly raise her hips.

And then lower them again.

The elf moved slowly at first, but with each cycle, each thrust, she gained speed, the push and pull of the dark elf's touch egging her on. Before long she was once again swept up in sensation, her world a blur, her enthusiastic moans and cries mingling in the air with the wet slap of her body against his lap. Was this how it felt to have sex as a woman? She never could have imagined!

"More!" She cried out. "Master, please!"

The heat within her was building to a crescendo, almost ready to boil over!
 
@Silverbird @ChrisGabriel

Once again, the feeling of an elven pussy on his still sensitive cock, make Hunter growl in pleasure, but he was not letting Night get away that easily, his tail shook off the excuss juices before the fur would tense up, making the tail and fur resembled a more soild object like a fluffy dildo.

He arched his tail, before he would thrust it inside Night pussy, while moving with Lune as she began to get into the sex, he moved slightly before he would push his knot into her as well to maximise the pleasure for both of them. His breath was heavy and filled with lust as he panted. "Anything for my golden moongirl" He whispered lustfully in her ear as his tail would match the speed of his thrust inside Night.
 
@Mike the Bloodwolf @ChrisGabriel @Silverbird

The coarse tickling and the heavy mass of the bushy tail was making Night squirm and bubble up with a giggling moan, as she tried to close her legs. This was something really new, but having a knotted elven girl to hug and caress in her throes of pleasure was even better! ... Not that she could say which one of them was now wetter...

"Want to have his puppies?" she heatedly whispered the joke question to the sunray-blonde, pinching her nipples "Maybe you can even get multiple nipples!" she scraped lightly down from Lune's breasts to her pussy, to start stroking her around the massive bulge of their werewolf lover.
 
Iziki nods at that, "Let's go with both then. I'm sure Kelira is prepared to pay back the cost in service. A girl can't go through this life with only one outfit to wear."

The owner seems almost to forget about Kelira's current dress – or maybe it's just not fit to mention. After a quick agreement to help gather the mats for the tailoring, Iziki sweeps up the stairs again, opening the door to her private suite. This stairwell – meant for the owner's use alone – opens directly into what must surely be Iziki's bedroom.

Dominating the room is a four-poster, headboard festooned with fantastical carved creatures, and topped with a roaring dragon. Silken sheets glisten in black, beneath a lush comforter of rich, white furs with a velvet lining. The four mighty posts climb upward to crimson drapery, currently pulled up. Curiously, the posts themselves seem to have little compartments of some kind, though as they are all closed, it's not immediately evident what they are for. A double layer of cushiony pillows, cased in the same sable silk as the sheeting, arcs around the head of the thick, king-sized mattress; five pillows across, two deep.

Twin stands flank the bed, next to the pillows, a marbled lamp on each, veins of unnatural red laced through the dark marble – MMOs don't need to follow reality – to match the vivid crimson drapes.

An armoire stands in the corner, and on the other side, a table with a chess set is flanked by a pair of chairs. Three doors leave the room, one slightly ajar through which Kelira can see … is that a bath? Like an actual tub with running water? One pillar is visible through the opening, a griffon screaming in triumph as clear liquid cascades forth, spilling into the base like a fountain.

The next door over, strong and mahogany, does not yield its secrets; whereas the one on the far side of the chamber likely leads to the rest of Iziki's suite.

Moving to the armoire, Iziki pulls the velvet glove from her fingers, dropping first one, then the other into the furniture. "I considered that you probably haven't had an opportunity for a good washing in a while. Feel free to use the bath."

Lord knows it was expensive enough. Less financially punishing vessels had been installed in the other rooms, but Iziki kept the best for herself. Unseen from this angle, but available, were a variety of sponges, soaps and lotions, some with mild alchemical properties for relaxation and recovery. Few things felt better than a well-appointed bath after a messy battle with a raid boss, after tearing through the usual hordes of trash mobs just to get to him.

"Once that is done, we'll do a little social training. Begin to work on that stiffness of yours. Have no fear, I have every confidence we'll be able to loosen you up a bit."
 
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