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Halaster sat in his huge, comfortable looking chair, what with its luxuriant, overstuffed cushions that seemed to mold themselves to his body, making it seem like he was resting upon a cloud. Upon the gilded table to his side was a silver platter, with a green glass wine bottle upon it, complete with a wicker-woven guard around to to prevent breakage during shipping. The heavily engraved, gem encrusted chalice next to it was filled with the freshly opened vintage, it's fragrance hinting that it's taste was worth a king's ransom.
It remained untouched. While the wizard most definitely enjoyed his wine, he felt it best to avoid the many temptations this place offered, and keep his mind sharp. This had been his only time working for the proprietress, and frankly, he just didn't trust her. Yet. His eyes wandered a little, as one of the before mentioned temptations wandered past him, clad in little more than a filmy loincloth and halter. They did little to hide her toned, statuesque body from view, and did even more to excite the balding, fat, aged male patron that eagerly followed her as she tugged upon his leash.
Many more female workers lounged about with other patrons, some male, some female, and others indeterminate. Soft, enchanting music came from all corners of the room, as some of the workers held and played exotic looking instruments of all types. More than a few of them met eyes with Halaster, using carefully controlled looks to try and stimulate interest, so they might sell him a much desired service.
They were well trained. For all of his discipline, Halaster was still very much a man, and his arousal was at an all time high. If not for his thick wizardly robes, he would be pitching a most impressive crotch tent. He just took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and rested his head upon the high back of his chair, and let his mind wander. His ears stayed sharp, listening for any noise that might be out of place.
The mercenary cleared his hind, letting it rest, yet still staying awake and alert, a sort of half doze technique he learned from the night watchmen during his time in the king's army.
It might have been a few minutes, it might have been an hour. Halaster was brought from his reverie not by a sound, but by an unmistakable scent. Something exotic and foreign, rare, dark, and seductive. Few people knew that such perfumes were made from the chemicals found in the stomachs of cetacean type mammals, but given it's effect on the senses, no one really cared.
He opened his eyes, and saw a beautifully dressed, and equally beautiful dusky skinned elven female, with flowing white hair seated across from him. Her violet shaded eyes sparkled like pools of molten amethyst, studied him carefully. Her flawless face wore no expression, not surprising given the longevity of her race, and the advanced wisdom such advanced years offer.
The wizard uncrossed his arms, and tossed a small leather pouch, stained with blood, upon the low table between them. The Dark elf maiden narrowed her eyes at the small leather container. She quickly snatched it up with well manicured fingers, and loosened its drawstrings. She worked it open, and peered inside. She bit her lower lip, and then looked back to the wizard. "Did he suffer?" She asked, her tone laced with an acidic edge.
Halaster shrugged, and murmured softly. "He begged a lot, and there was a lot of crying."
The proprietress's face took on a sadistic grin, as she tightened the leather pouch closed. "Just a moment, and I will retrieve your compensation." She whispered, standing up with a fluid grace, and spinning with a well practiced, seductive flourish. He gown blowing in the breeze behind her as she walked.
Halaster's eyes dropped to watch her barely covered, shapely rear end sway this way and that behind the impossibly thin fabric. He then let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He glanced to filled goblet, and reached for it. "Why not?" he whispered to drinking vessel, as if it could hear him. "Let's talk." as he sipped, letting the alcohol mixed with the blackberry base soothe his nerves.
It remained untouched. While the wizard most definitely enjoyed his wine, he felt it best to avoid the many temptations this place offered, and keep his mind sharp. This had been his only time working for the proprietress, and frankly, he just didn't trust her. Yet. His eyes wandered a little, as one of the before mentioned temptations wandered past him, clad in little more than a filmy loincloth and halter. They did little to hide her toned, statuesque body from view, and did even more to excite the balding, fat, aged male patron that eagerly followed her as she tugged upon his leash.
Many more female workers lounged about with other patrons, some male, some female, and others indeterminate. Soft, enchanting music came from all corners of the room, as some of the workers held and played exotic looking instruments of all types. More than a few of them met eyes with Halaster, using carefully controlled looks to try and stimulate interest, so they might sell him a much desired service.
They were well trained. For all of his discipline, Halaster was still very much a man, and his arousal was at an all time high. If not for his thick wizardly robes, he would be pitching a most impressive crotch tent. He just took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and rested his head upon the high back of his chair, and let his mind wander. His ears stayed sharp, listening for any noise that might be out of place.
The mercenary cleared his hind, letting it rest, yet still staying awake and alert, a sort of half doze technique he learned from the night watchmen during his time in the king's army.
It might have been a few minutes, it might have been an hour. Halaster was brought from his reverie not by a sound, but by an unmistakable scent. Something exotic and foreign, rare, dark, and seductive. Few people knew that such perfumes were made from the chemicals found in the stomachs of cetacean type mammals, but given it's effect on the senses, no one really cared.
He opened his eyes, and saw a beautifully dressed, and equally beautiful dusky skinned elven female, with flowing white hair seated across from him. Her violet shaded eyes sparkled like pools of molten amethyst, studied him carefully. Her flawless face wore no expression, not surprising given the longevity of her race, and the advanced wisdom such advanced years offer.
The wizard uncrossed his arms, and tossed a small leather pouch, stained with blood, upon the low table between them. The Dark elf maiden narrowed her eyes at the small leather container. She quickly snatched it up with well manicured fingers, and loosened its drawstrings. She worked it open, and peered inside. She bit her lower lip, and then looked back to the wizard. "Did he suffer?" She asked, her tone laced with an acidic edge.
Halaster shrugged, and murmured softly. "He begged a lot, and there was a lot of crying."
The proprietress's face took on a sadistic grin, as she tightened the leather pouch closed. "Just a moment, and I will retrieve your compensation." She whispered, standing up with a fluid grace, and spinning with a well practiced, seductive flourish. He gown blowing in the breeze behind her as she walked.
Halaster's eyes dropped to watch her barely covered, shapely rear end sway this way and that behind the impossibly thin fabric. He then let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He glanced to filled goblet, and reached for it. "Why not?" he whispered to drinking vessel, as if it could hear him. "Let's talk." as he sipped, letting the alcohol mixed with the blackberry base soothe his nerves.
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