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Journeys of a Demon's Daughter // Nobody x Cherubian //

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Verialyn was sure about two things now. There was more going on between the prophet and her current employer, something that had the potential to make even the hard-boild Xorien nervous should it be unveiled. Whether the prophet was an unwitting victim of one of the devious merchant's schemes or a willing accomplice behind his pious facade she was not sure of yet, but she had great doubts that Xorien cared even one bit for the spiritual well being of his employees. And she was doing her best to find out what this something was. How fortunate that almost immediately an opportunity presented itself to look into this further.

"Since I am one of master ro Quaric's employees now it seemms only proper that I will attend." Verialyn replied without requring much thought to thin over her response, slightly inclining her head and hoping her true intentions were hidden well enough behind the innocent smile she graced the prophet with, all the while continuing to watch Xorien. Reading his reactions had proved fruitful so far, a good reason to continue with that.

While she waited for the response she took the opportunity for a quick survey of the rest of the table, mostly Leille and Erveth on the other end of the table, to see how interested they were in the conversation at this end.
 
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If Xorien had an opinion about her joining the congregation, he didn't show it. Whatever worry or concern he might have felt seemed to have been wiped away now; f anything he seemed satisfied, perhaps in the knowledge that she had so easily accepted the prophet's explanation.

As for the merchant and the madame, the two of them seemed to be, for the most part, engrossed in their own conversation. Erveth was certainly focusing almost entirely on the madame, certainly paying her far more attention then he was his own wife, who continued to make vaguely flirtation small talk with Xorien. Leille would occasionally interject a comment into Penni's endless flow of words, and seemed to be quietly keeping an eye on Verialyn's end of the table as well. There was a look of perfect calm on her face, an impassable mask that didn't seem to let any true emotion through.

"Splendid," the prophet told her with a smile. "We meet at the church in the east quarter, anyone in the neighborhood can lead you there. There's no need to dress up for the occasion, we are rather informal." As he spoke the slaves began to clear away the latest course, this time replacing their dishes with a small mug of what smelled like extraordinarily strong coffee. Once again a mug was set before the empty seat, and once more no one else seemed to think anything of it.

As they left with the dirty plates Verialyn happened to glance up at just the right time to see through the door they left through, see a pair of slaves apparently pleading with someone unseen just before the door swung shut.
 
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'Let it drop' Verialyn told herself at the sight of the pleading slaves. Everything was progressing according to plan so far, with Xorien underestimating her and thinking her easily deceived while she got her metaphorical foot into the door of the prophet's mysterious religious organisation and whatever scheme it was the facade for. She wondered what that ceremony would be like, and for a moment her kinky demons created vivid images of a circular hall full of masked robed and hooded figures standing in circles around a central stone slab on which she lay naked on her back - Can you dress more informally than going completey bare? - while one of the figures, still wearing its attire, was mounting her. But she doubted this was that sort of religion, at leats not openly.

No, she thought, her mind returning to the present as she leaned back in her chair, her lower arms landing on the arm rests, she must not draw suspicion by openly investigating about these slaves. Nor by too openly trying to further approach one of the guests. Rather she would have to play this slowly and subtely, letting them come to her. It had worked with the prophet, and it might also work with whoever had an inclination to spend the upcoming night with her. The most eager one would also be the one the most easily manipulated.

Not touching the coffe mug yet - she had never grown to like that particular hot brown liquid - she just nodded towards the prophet continuing to smile "Then I shall try to be there."
 
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The small talk continued while the guests drank their coffee; the few sips Verialyn managed to be polite told her it was indeed very strong, strong enough to be almost undrinkable to someone without a taste for it. Penni also took no more then a few sips, but the others drank with every sign of enjoyment. When at last the mugs were cleared away Xorien smiled. "Shall we?" he asked calmly.

The others took it as some sort of signal; soon enough all of the guests were standing, the Magistrate taking the time to make sure his pants were securely fastened as the slave girl scurried back to the wall, and beginning to filter out of the dining room. Again there was some tradition here; the men all headed towards what Verialyn knew to be Xorien's study while Penni and Madame Torona headed towards the library, both groups accompanied by a few slaves with bowed heads. The women plainly expected Verialyn to follow.

It wasn't very far to the library, yet the madame seemed to make a point of walking slowly and 'casually' stepping into Verialyn's path, keeping her pace slow as well. The endlessly chattering Penni didn't seem to notice, merely shifting her attentions to the slaves as they pulled further ahead.

It wasn't until Penni and the slaves turned a corner, leaving Verialyn and Madame Torona briefly alone in the hallway, that the woman moved; a knife appeared from nowhere into her hand, her body spinning to thrust the blade lightning-quick towards Verialyn's stomach.
 
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That maneuver was set up very well. Verialyn had had no trouble to read the madame’s intentions – or so she had thought, expecting the other woman to want to have a short conversation in private, for whatever reason. She even had felt apprehensive curiosity at what exactly would be discussed. Instead she got the dagger. No human could have avoided that thrust.

Fortunately for her, Verialyn was not entirely human, but instead sported reflexes that far surpassed what any man or woman could offer. Reflexes that, on top of it all, were trained in many years of leading a rather dangerous lifestyle. And so it was an ingrained automatism that made her inner alarm bells ring at the first swift and so out of place movement her assailant performed, and by the time the vicious sharp metal of the weapon came into view she was already alert, the world around her seemingly slowing down as her body went into overdrive. Instinctively she chose the safest venue and jumped back and to the right, ending up about a yard from where the knife pierced the air that filled the position previously occupied by her abdomen. The dress she wore, coincidental or not, was rather well chosen for such a maneuver. The long slit at one side did expose most of her leg, but as a consequence it also allowed almost completely uninhibited movement.

This was further confirmed as she slightly crouched down into a combat pose, arms lspread to each side for balance. Intently her eyes were fixated on the brothel owner turned assassin. She was trying her best to estimate her adversaries skill. While the maneuver was set up excellently, the aim was not. Instead of going for a truly vital region the pointed metal had been aimed for her stomach. It would have caused a severe and incapacitating wound, indeed, but not an immediately lethal one. Did this mean the other woman relied on the moment of surprise to make of for her lacking knife fighting skills? She would try to find out before making her move, and so was content to watch and react.

While her vision was trained on the known opponent her other senses were not. It could very well be that this was planned long in advance, and further help was on the way. Looking away from the immediate threat was no option. Verialyn therefore stayed alert for every sound, gust of wind or smell to betray the arrival of another henchman in her back.
 
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The knife slashed harmlessly through the air, yet the madame quickly turned the strike into a throwing motion. Somehow she managed to read Verialyn's motions, the small blade flying through the air towards her almost before she had even stopped moving. Only the swift motion of her head saved her from the blade striking her temple, the razor edge slicing through a few stray strands of hair before it slammed into the wall behind her.

Another blade was already in the madame's hand, whatever doubts Verialyn had about the woman's skill dismissed as soon as she saw her stance. It was calm, almost casual, and yet she couldn't spot a single opening in the woman's guard. For a moment there was only silence, two deadly women staring each other down as the knife quivered in the wall.

Yet at last the woman smiled, a deft motion of her hand slipping the knife back into her sleeve. "Good," she said quietly. "It would have been such a disappointment had I been able to strike you." With the same quick motion a small card appeared in her hand, seemingly from nowhere. With her other hand held slightly away from her body, palm open to show Verialyn she wasn't currently armed, she took a slow step forward to extend her arm, offering the card to her.

"Surely you don't intend to waste those talents on the fat man?" she asked calmly.
 
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Verialyn remained in her combat stance for a moment longer as she weighted the Madame's words. She doubted that other woman would make the mistake of underestimating someone due to his exterior right after having so aptly demonstrated the fallacy of such action. So likely Torona knew Xorien well enough, and yet she tried to headhunt her away from her current employer. That was a sure indication of confidence matched with enough influence in the city to pull this off without fear of repercussion. Which in turn made her proposal interesting.

Slowly some of the tensio went out of her muscles as her body as well returned to a more straight, casual stance eventually. That chance was only superficially though, Verialyn did not make the mistake to let her vigilance slip and run right into what other potential test that mysterious woman had thought up.

Slowly her had extended while her expression remained emotionless and cool, and carefully she lightly took the card between thumb and index finger and lifted it out of its resting place in the other woman's palm. Once the item was in her posession she took one step back before she allowed her eyes to lower themselves just enough to decipher what was written on it.
 
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Torona merely smiled slightly as Verialyn seemed to relax, not moving until the card had been plucked from her hand and she took a step back herself. One one side the small white card had a simple drawing, a few thick lines forming the shape of a woman's face half-concealed by a spread-out fan. The other side had only an address, Verialyn's best guess placing it somewhere in the middle of the city.

"Stop by sometime tomorrow, or even tonight if you are able to slip away," Torona said calmly, the faint smile still on her face. "There's no need to keep it secret, I'm sure Xorien expects me to make the offer." The look in her eye suggested that she would rather enjoy Xorien knowing about the little incident. "Based on what I've heard about your conduct with the Azdak's, I suspect you will find me a much more pleasant employer." Without waiting for a response she turned away to continue down the hall towards the library, leaving Verialyn briefly alone amidst the halls.
 
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Veryalin continued to stand still, inspecting the card once more with one eye as the other followed the figore of Madame Torona down the corridor. While she did so she began to wonder where exactly to place the piece of cardboard. She had memorized the address by now but was not sure whether the physical item itself was required to be granted entry, and sadly her tightly cut dress sported no pockets whatsoever. There was always the safe deposit area inside her cleavage, of course. But considering that she might have to shed that dress under the interested eyes of an audience - large or small - before bedtime that seemed not optimal either. As her eyes wandered, however, she found what seemed a suitable solution.

The moment Madame Torona had turned the corner she sprang into motion. One quick gesture plucked the knife from where it was stuck in the paneling. She had no time to closely inspect the weapon, but there was always the chance it was recognizable enough due to the vanity of its wielder, and could therefore be used as incriminating evidence at a later time. Following the other women now, albeit at a moderate pace, she came by one of the vases on a small pedestal that served a decorating function all over the house. A quick glance confirmed the flowers it contained were of the dry variety, and consequently no water had been filled into the vessel. Fortune smiled upon her as no servant was to be seen in the hallway at the moment - maybe the Madame had explicitly arranged for this to avoid witnesses to her little trial? - and so swiftly the dagger and the card were slipped inside for later retrieval. That done Verialyn as the last of the three continued towards the library, straightening out her hair and summoning a friendly and noncommittal smile back to her face as she tried her best to avoid a suspicious delay.
 
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Even at a glance the dagger was finely made, the warrior able to instinctively test its fine balance as soon as she held it. It didn't seem to be overly decorated or stylized, a simple blade designed for function over appearance. Within only a moment the articles were safely stowed into the vase and she followed into the library, where the three women sat about the room while slaves stood by to tend to any of their requests.

The decision to follow soon proved to be regrettable; the inexhaustible Penni immediately dominated the conversation, neither Verialyn or Torona able to get more then a handful of words in as she flitted about from topic to topic. The discussion seemed to be a bit more towards business matters now, Penni nattering on about the latest commodity trends and whether the market would bear the new fashions from across the desert. Her thoughts proved her to be a bit less vapid then Verialyn's first impressions had marked her, yet it was still a relief when she paused to take breath and Torona quickly seized the chance to motion one of the slaves over. "Send them in," she ordered quietly, the slave nodding and briefly vanishing through a door.

Only a moment passed before the library door opened and a few male slaves entered, all of them nude save for their collars and all of them extremely well endowned. The look of hunger in Penni's eyes and faint smile on Torona's left little doubt as to the sort of after-dinner entertainment Xorien's guests enjoyed, yet before anything could begin a young girl slipped in after them to approach Verialyn. The slave was quite short, Dillen's description of a dark-skinned beauty quickly flashing through her mind. "Excuse me, mistress," the girl whispered to her, head bowed. "Master Quaric has invited you to join in his refreshment."
 
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When would Perri stop talking? The moment she had picked one of the pleasure slaves? Once he had inserted his manhood into her wet folds? Would it require a phallus in her mouth to quiet her down, or would even that prove insufficient to quell her stream of then admittedly muffled speech? Verialyn would not find out, at least not today.

"I will come" she whispered back, matching the slave girls volume as she pulled herself upright, extracting her spine from the comfortable backrest before rising to her feet with a push against the armrests. Once standing she made eye contact with both Madame Torona and Miss ro Storec as she excused herself "Myladies, I would have loved to spend the rest of the evening with you, but my presence is required elsewhere." A slight curtsey, a turn and she was following the slave girl leading her from the room. In a way it was a pity, true. While escaping Perri's company might be a blessing it would have been insightful to watch what Leille would do with the slaves. There was a lot to be learned about a person by watching her fuck, and sadly this opportunity could not be seized.

Measured steps brought her out of the library and into the hallway, and once they were out of earshot of the budding orgy Verialyn quietly asked while still looking straight ahead "You are Syl, correct?"
 
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Penni didn't even seem to notice, her words briefly stilled as she examined the slaves with bright eyes and her tongue lightly licking her lips. Leille nodded slightly, the gesture perfectly polite and yet distant; probably she didn't want to appear too interested in Verialyn's activities.

As they walked down the hallway the girl respectfully stayed a step behind her, not intending to even make herself known unless Verialyn lost her way or made a demand of her. She couldn't be seen as they walked through the hallways, but Verialyn could hear the faint, frightened gasp as soon as she said the girl's name. There was a pause before she answered, the confusion and worry obvious in her form; if this strange mistress knew her name, very few good things could come from it.

"Y-yes," she said after a moment, her voice scared and hesitant. "My name is S-Syl, mistress," she murmured quietly, lowering her gaze a bit further. It was plain Dillen hadn't mentioned her; perhaps he hadn't had the opportunity.
 
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Verialyn felt a slight pang at the sight of the slave girl cringing at the mere mention of her name. It was quite evident that anonymity in this house was a desirable state for the slaves, as in their mind any individual attention seemed to carry the promise of punishment. She almost regretted having addressed the frightened dark skinned woman, and even if it carried a certain risk would try to rectify her error somewhat. In the long term that might even yield another ally in this household.

Fortunately for her they were alone in the hallway at this very moment, and so she turned towards Syl who had stopped in her tracks as fright had hit her. "There is nothing for you to worry about." she tried to soothe the small woman, producing her most benevolent smile as she slightly bent forward, bringing her head more on level with the other. Her voice a mere whisper she continued "I got your name from a very good friend of yours. A mutual friend, I hope." That would have to do, any more was really pushing it, and so Verialyn straightened her back and turned away from the girl, about to continue towards the study.

"But say" she inquired before long, trying to give the girl an opportunity to regain her composure "I am new to this city, and unfamiliar with its customs. Maybe you can tell me why there was an eighth seat at the table, served with food and drink like the others although it was not occupied?"
 
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The concern and fear was evident on the girl's dark face, her eyes darting about as though searching for a way out, somewhere to escape. Even when Verialyn spoke of mutual friends she only seemed confused, her body still tense and wary. It wasn't until Verialyn pulled back, still smiling calmly down at her, that Syl began to slightly relax, watching her carefully. There was a new look in the girl's eye, a careful, discerning look that she found surprising in such a girl; the look of a warrior sizing up a newcomer.

Syl was certainly just as attractive as the rest of Xorien's slaves, her lean, well-built body more then enough to attract a man. But once she began to look Verialyn could see the muscle hidden in the girl's arms, the graceful, catlike way she moved. She seemed to catch herself after a moment, quickly lowering her gaze and taking on a submissive posture once more as she began to follow her master's guest.

It was a moment before she spoke, her voice quiet and once more calm. "It is for death, mistress," she said. "There is an old story. Death came for a man when he was at dinner, but instead of being afraid the man offered death a seat at his table, to share in his final meal and welcome him into his home. It is said that after the meal, death did not wish to ruin the man's hospitality by taking him away, and so he simply left."
 
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“There is a story like that in every culture, it seems” Verialyn replied with a smile “and it is very telling about said culture just how that story ends. “

She continued as her steps brought her closer to the library, speaking almost to herself more than to the black skinned girl accompanying her . That seemingly disinterested posture gave her a few seconds to order her thoughts. The girls rather trained physique had been a surprise, and would make her an even more valuable ally should that state be achieved. “Most often though death is unwavering, the whole story a reminder of its inevitability and a metaphor of the futility to struggle against it. In many of them the rich man is granted a final moment of insight and repentance as well. But this variant is different.”

“Intriguingly so, wouldn’t you say?” And with that question her face once more turned towards Syl.
 
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The girl's face was still turned down towards the floor, her voice soft and hesitant. "I suppose it is, mistress," she murmured, a bit of confusion in her eyes. This was strange; mistresses and masters did not discuss philosophy and legends with slaves, and if they did they certainly didn't expect the slave to have an opinion of their own. Syl didn't seem to know what to make of this strange woman, and had resorted to simple deference as a safe option.

Yet as they continued to walk the girl spoke up again, her voice quiet, ready to shut up and be silent the moment Verialyn appeared displeased with her. "The...The Nores believe that...that one day a man saw death watering his horse at an oasis. He asked why death was there, in a place that meant life for all. But death only asked, 'why are you so surprised? I have ridden beside you your whole life.'" She fell silent again, chancing a brief glance at the mistress to see if she had been too bold.

As they approached Xorien's study she began to hear snippets of conversation filtering through the hallways, mostly discussion of companies and people that were meaningless to her, with the occasional question as to when the entertainment would arrive.
 
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"I like that story better, I have to admit" Verialyn replied, her voice lowering in volume to math Syl, even more so as other voices by now could be heard and she wanted to keep this conversation private. "It conveys a harsh but important truth, one we often tend to forget. Much better at least than the presumptuous though that even Death can be bribed." She had been pleasantly surprised by the slave girl's initiative, and tried to convey this with yet another reassuring smile. 'Just don't be too patronizing' she reminded herself.

Only a few steps now and the two women would reach the entrance to the study, time for her to ponder the recurring questions she coudl hear from the other side of the door. Did Xorien really intend for the two of them to serve as entertainment for all four assembled men? Would he not want to sell her qualities at a higher price at the very least? She would find out soon enough.

For now though her steps came to a halt and she struck a leisurely pose as she waited for Syl to proceed, unsure about the expected protocol for her entry.
 
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"Thank you, mistress," Syl murmured quietly, a tiny bit of confidence starting to enter her voice as she looked at Verialyn, surprise and relief in her gaze. This woman seemed to actually be kind instead of merely acting that way, something that was a true rarity in many slaves' lives.

When Verialyn paused before the door Syl stood silently behind her, looking at the mistress with a tiny bit of confusion before she murmured a quiet "excuse me," and stepped forward, knocking gently upon the door. The bits of conversation ceased, Xorien's voice calling out through the door. "Come in, my dear."

Carefully Syl opened the door, bowing her head to Verialyn and quietly following her inside, head bowed. Xorien, Erveth ro Storic and Magistrate Mirade were all seated in the study, each of them in a large, comfortable looking armchair (Xorien's considerably larger then the others) with a drink glass either in their hand or on a small table beside their chair, looking up at her with obvious anticipation. There was no sign of the Prophet, only a half-empty glass beside another chair any sign that there was a fourth guest. "You may leave," Xorien told the dark-skinned slave, the girl quickly vanishing back through the door as he beckoned for Verialyn to approach, patting his broad knee for her to sit.

"Ah, Miss Kalidis, do come in," the massive merchant said with a smile as she entered, briefly tilting his glass towards the other men. "I do hope you don't mind my asking a little favor of you. Master ro Storec's caravans have just brought in a rather valuable shipment, but the fellow simply refuses to discuss business unless he's been thoroughly sweetened. Naturally I cannot think of any better suited to the task," he added, the smile widening a little.
 
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Verialyn paused for a few moments, her eyes intently on Erveth, tilting her head slightly with one loose strand of her black hair hanging down the side of her face as she mustered the other merchant wordlessly, her face an inscrutable mask. After the seconds had passed she finally gave a nod, more to herself than one of the men in the room, and began to stride over to Xorien, following his invitation.

A few steps she stood next to the massive mountain of meat, and with one single fluid motion she descended while turning at the same time, her pert behind ending up on the fat of the heavy man’s upper right thigh, both her slender legs draped nicely next to each other, brushing against his left calf, as her left hand came to rest on his right shoulder for support. Her back was straight, her eyes wide and her expression innocent as she closely looked the merchant ro Quaric in the eye and purred “But Xorien, he does strike me as a very reasonable man.” Her head leaned slightly forward as she paused, their foreheads almost touching each other, before her upper body eventually turned to face Erveth again.

Now the corners of her moth turned into a knowing mischievous smile and she once again held eye contact with the other merchant as she continued to address her employer “Do you really think it will be necessary to treat him the same way as that rude loudmouth Sorrel Azdak.” Whether she smiled because she was well aware of her intentional misunderstanding or whether she was actually looking forward to do exactly that was not easily discernable.
 
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Erveth's expression had been one of faint amusement as Verialyn entered, a half-smile that quickly faded when she spoke of the Azdaks as he glanced towards Xorien. He didn't think Xorien would actually do something like that in the middle of his own home with a Magistrate seated in the next chair, but he'd been proven remarkably wrong about the ruthless merchant before.

But this time Xorien only laughed, a thick hand possessively sliding around her waist as she settled herself upon his knee. "Oh no, I don't think we need to be quite so serious as that," he said with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming as he watched her. "Though he is being remarkably stubborn tonight," he added, pausing to apparently think it over.

Finally he shook his head a little. "No, no Erveth is far too good a friend of mine to be so callous." Erveth almost visibly relaxed at the words, the magistrate seeming to have no opinion on any of it; the old man had been silent and still, watching Verialyn curiously the whole while. "But he has been telling me of some troubles with his wife. Perhaps you'd be willing to help him get through such a troubled time?"
 
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While Xorien played his little game of Cat and Mouse with his colleague and competitor, apparently drawing some innocent – or not so innocent – pleasure from the sight of the perplexed Erveth and the discomfort he could cause, if only temporarily, Verialyn’s attention was on the Magistrate. With the same unperturbed stoicism with which he studied her she wordlessly returned his gaze, calm, almost smiling, and apparently just as curious.

It was only when she was addressed directly once again that her attention wavered and returned back to the more immediate matters at hand. “Oh, so his wife is giving the poor man trouble?” She was able to fake real concern while her true thought was ‘How about investing in a gag, then?’ But she kept that to herself, remembering how quiet Penni had become at the sight of the naked slave at her disposal. Maybe that sort of gag would do?

“And now you want me to take care of this problem?” Xorien had liked the game before, maybe one more round? Therefore doubtful undertones could clearly be heard as she questioningly looked at her employer, and then demonstratively let her eyes wander to both other men in the room.
 
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Erveth seemed to have settled on a confused, mildly worried expression; the certainty that this girl was another of Xorien's high-priced whores with skills outside the bedroom was starting to slip, the game she and Xorien were playing sounding more and more dangerous for him. The magistrate simply continued to study her, nodding slightly in response to her own stare but saying nothing.

"If you would be so kind," Xorien told her with a smile, a slightly predatory edge in the grin that only served to make Erveth more concerned. "I'll leave the details of the execution to you, though I do hope," he continued as his hand shifted slightly on her waist, sliding down to cup the side of her buttocks, "that you'll find a thoroughly satisfying solution."

She could see nothing but amusement in his eyes, clearly enjoying the little game and doubletalk. It wasn't often he found a woman able to engage in such banter that was also willing to spread her legs for him, and he fully intended to make full use of her in every sense.
 
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"I will try to do my best"

While Xorien was still distracted by the radiant smile she shot him Verialyn had already seamlessly extracted herself from his grip and risen to her feet again, finally breaking eye contact and rotating to face Evreth. With deliberately slow steps she apprached him, her hips slightly and seductively swaying with every single one as her shoulders were pulled slightly back to give her an even more regal stature but also further emphasizing the two considerable physical assets she carried in front of her. All in all she tried her best to give herself an appearance of mysterious seduction.

"It might be best to further discuss the details of your plight before taking any steps though. An uninformed action is prone to lead to disaster, wouldn't you agree?" Was she smiling at him as she spoke this? During her travels Verialyn had found that different men were most susceptible to different avenues of being maninuplated. And while Xorien likely was easiest to come by by means of deception, making him think of her as a willing and useful servant, that other merchant seemed vulnerable to the power of fear and mystery, the path she intended to pursue now.

Now she stood right bevore the sitting Erveth, and invitingly extended a hand, suggesting for him to rise "But you strike me as a person who would prefer to discuss private matters where they belong, in private."
 
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She could hear Xorien's slight chuckle as she slipped away, his hand taking the chance to slide against her ass and give it a gentle pat before she pulled away entirely. His eyes were still on her as she swayed forward towards Erveth, her target watching her with wide eyes.

The worry at Xorien's plans seemed to have faded; for now Erveth was watching her with undisguised interest and perhaps just a touch of fear, fear of the undeniably strong woman approaching him now. But as she moved forward, swaying gently, the fear vanished. He began to smile, leaning forward a little in his seat for a better view of her assets. "Well, she's been quite trying of late," he said, apparently thinking about his words to properly continue the little game. "Often refusing to tend to her...wifely duties."

He took her hand when she extended it, quickly rising up. Almost immediately his eyes dropped to her cleavage, drinking in the sight of her before his gaze flicked back up to her face. It was plain he was about to agree when Xorien spoke again from behind them, a dark humor in his voice. "Oh, there's no need for that. We're all friends here, I'm certain that there are no secrets among us." Whether the irony was intentional or not, Xorien was simply smiling slightly as he watched the pair of them. Erveth seemed doubtful, but she could see in his eyes that he would likely submit to Xorien's 'request.'
 
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“Oh I am sure it is not in Dear Erveth’s intention to withhold something from the two of you” Verialyn spoke to the room in general as her head turned “but on the other hand …” now she was once again fully focused on Xorien’s guest “ … he strikes me as a more sensible person …” one of her hands lifted itself, the back of her fingers lightly tracing over the man’s cheek “… one who would be simply more comfortable talking about his marital problems with only a smaller audience present.“ Her hand fell back to her side once more “And since I am supposed to deliver the most satisfactory solution that is what we should do.”

Even before the last sentence was finished she had reached out, slender fingers taking hold of his hand in a soft grip, and she began to turn and lead him from the library. They would retreat to indeed discuss the problems he had with his wife, but maybe not in the way the merchant ‘ro Storic envisioned.
 
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