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 Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 1:32 pm
Shanaal Kyil did not leave the Black Bottom. It was not permitted. But he was allowed to look out at the city of Eryndlyn when he wished. His room provided him with a pair of bay windows that swung outwards, allowing him to open the room up for fresh air now and then. It was his favored place when he wasn't serving a customer.
With a plush bench pushed against the wall by the window, he could lounge and stare outwards for all the free hours he had. His vibrant pink eyes watching the drow outside scurry about on their own busniess while he toyed with a strand ob beads about his neck. It was distracting, and it kept his mind focused a bit better then just lazing about until someone wanted a back massage or a foot rub. Still, it was easy to lose himself in the gloomy haze that often fell upon him when he wasn't working. His features passive and a little depressed as he watched first one drow then another vanish into buildings or around corners. The ones that vanished from plain sight were the most interesting, though he was never certain if they really had vanished or if he had linked long enough for them to side step into a darker shadow somewhere.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 6:44 pm
The drowess sighed heavily. From her place sprawled supine on her chaise, she watched a male delve into deep clay planters filled with fertile soil. The male muttered to himself under his breath, clearly concentrating on his task, but even the soft sounds of his broken exhalations utterly irritated his mistress.
"Ilphonim, for the love of Lolth, will you take those buckets of rothé dung to your room? Their stench is offending me. "
"But...but Zariira...you mother bade me do all my work here..." He spoke timidly, his eyes downcast, unwilling to contradict one superior to himself. Zariira rolled her eyes, unimpressed by his utter devotion to her House.
"Oh for the sake of the Spider Queen stop acting as if I've beaten you into submission. I know what my mother said, but if I don't get some entertainment soon I may be forced to take my frustration out on your beloved plants."
Ilphonim looked up at her in horror, which was a better reaction than Zariira had expected. Her sister, Nisha, was fond of flowers, and she was well aware of Ilphonim's stupid crush on the young drowess who barely knew he was alive. As the male's bottom lip began to tremble, holding back both his protests and his whimpers, Zariira groaned and slipped quickly to her feet, losing interest in tormenting the sensitive el'faeruk. Ilphonim moved as if to follow, but she waved to him dismissively as she stalked from the room. She prowled the halls for a short while, the guards being careful to stay out of her way. Within the household, she'd gained the nickname of Mol'chryso- the Storm of Roses. When riled, she would billow through the house like an angry thundercloud. Eventually, she gave up, fetched her dusky rose cloak- her signature colour- and fled into the the city.
She wandered through the bizarre for a short while, before spotting the Black Bottom. Zariira had never been inside, but had been tempted on several occasions; their massages were infamous, and she was certainly tense. The woman at the door, dressed provacatively but not trashily, admitted her immediatly, recognizing the daughter of Eryndlyn's seventh House. A woman clad in black, her head shrouded in a silk scarf, directed Zariira upstairs with cryptic instructions to visit their only male.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 8:48 pm
The approch of the lovely rose colored cloak was hardly something Kyil could miss. It was rare to see such pretty colors on the decked out drow in the street. The female wearing it was easy to watch from his window, and he witnessed her enterance into the Black Bottom. He did not think much of it really. There was the resturaunt below along with seven other Comfortess' in the building that she could be going to.
The door opened by the hand of a young serving girl. Scampering inside, she held the door open for the customer that Kyil presumed would be entering soon.
" 'scuse me Shannal. You've gots a lady customer commin." The young girl quickly informed the lounging male. He wasn't too surprised really, and reached out to close the window.
"Thank you sweet." He cheerfully replied to the girl. Time to get his work 'face' on.
Kyil would take a moment to brush a hand through his hair before shooing the small serving girl off. he'd hold the door and wait for his customer. He rather preferred to greet them upon enterance.
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 9:20 pm
Zariira climbed the stairs a little self-consciously; she had never been inside the house of pleasure, and while not quite a burlesque nor a brothel, it was known to foster the hedonists of the city. The priestess had been surprised to find that the patroness had known exactly what the younger drowess had come for, and directed her so succinctly. She ignored the muffled sounds of varying degrees of pleasure, both male and female, coming from several of the rooms, instead walking to the end of the hall to the opened door as she'd been advised by the shrouded owner.
"Excuse me..."
Zariira's polite, planned introduction died in her throat as she caught sight of the male at the last moment, standing as he was beside the door, holding it open as if he'd been expecting her.
"I..."
He was, in a word, exquisite. Long silver tresses at nearly his waist, falling past broad shoulders and a body that made her mouth water. A floral and blue tattoo and shimmering beads both caught her attention from, and brought her attention to, the firm, rippling muscles of his toned frame, and it was all she could do not to stammer. As she removed her cloak however, it was his eyes which most caught her; they were the exact shade of rose that she'd adored since her infancy. Zariira was instantly taken with the attractive young male. The cloak was hung up, and suddenly Zariira felt incredibly underdressed; she'd left the house without throwing on a thing besides the cloak, and now stood in what seemed a cross between the male's parlour and his bedroom in only her silk and jewel braziere and matching, low slung skirt. Zariira suddenly realized that she'd yet to say a single coherent thing, and blushed.
"I uh...I've come for a massage?" She smiled brightly, hiding her nervousness as she searched for something else to say. Her mind was blank. She said the first thing that popped into her head. "Should I remove my top?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 9:40 pm
Kyil was, by now, used to the many looks he recieved. Honestly, how many males worked in his profession after all? There was a reason he was the only male at the Black Bottom. He greeted her with his biggest and ost honest looking smile. Kyil also gave his customer time to gather her wits to herself. She seemed to need it with the way she stared at him. Normally he'd have offered to take her cloak, but once in a while it was best to let the customer to hang their own cloaks.
She didn't appear to be too dressed up, so despite the fantasic color of her cloak, he wondered just whom she could be. Never leaving the walls of the Black he wasn't that street savvy. Well...it wasn't his job to be street savvy. It was to provide the pampering and services that was purchased of him.
Kyils room was decorated like all the other girls rooms in the Black. Lavish with a show of wealth and comfort intended to make any customer feel they were indeed in a place of pampering. Kyils particular room was decked in colors of pink, white, and blue to make it seem he 'matched' his room properly. After his customer had gathered enough sense to her to speak, Kyil bowed his upper body slightly to her.
"Of course my Lady. I am here to tend to your desires. You do not need to remove your top immediatly, but it will be neccessary if you wish for me to use the oils or lotions I have in stock. Please, would you follow me?"
After speaking Kyil stood back up, his lips still pulled in their friendly smile as his hand made a graceful gesture towards a archway veiled in see through rose pink material trimmed in tiny blue crystals.
"What type of massage were you in the mood for Lady? I can focus on just specific things such as your feet or shoulders, Or I can give you a full body massage."
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 10:05 pm
Zariira was a little taken aback but his professional, if friendly, demeanor, but followed him nevertheless further into the room.
" I think a simple back and leg massage will suffice for today." She smiled genuinely for the first time since having entered, toying with one of her jewel drop earrings as she surveyed the precisely decorated room. Rich and plush, it spoke to her of extravagance, and more than a little of garishness; each piece of furniture competed with the next for the viewer's attention. The male however, seemed to stand apart from the busyness despite his exotic dress, like an island amidst rough seas.
" I apologize if my question was awkward, for you," she place her hand on his forearm casually, attempting to make eye contact, her own pale violet, almost pink eyes searching for his, "but it's my first visit here. The House of Luana is not exactly known for its hedonism."
She laughed at her own joke. It was well known that until the generation of herself and her sister Nisha, the House of Luana had prided itself on its austere and practical approach to beauty and pleasure. It concerned itself instead with building a strong House; and under the rule of the matron their mother, House Luana had moved from 14th to 7th in under 800 years. An accomplishment indeed. However, now relatively secure, with two strong daughters poised to take over the rule should their mother falter, the House had begun to take notice of the arts, of the beautiful. Nisha alone had secured the employ of the Earth Mage Ilphonim simply because of her demands for fresh surface flowers. Zariira, though oft impatient, had taken a liking to beautiful appearance. Despite her lack of coverage, her hair was expertly coifed, her oft wild curls tamed with oils and held in place with diamond-tipped pins. She touched the curls absently, still smiling and gestured to the translucent curtains.
"Through here?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2008 10:47 pm
Kyil paused when he felt Zariira's hand touch his upper arm. He turned of course, his own bright pink eyes meeting her's as she had been seeking. The smile did not falter upon his lips for even a moment, in fact he almost seemed to manage to smile even more brightly.
"Oh no Lady. There is never any need for you to apologize. I am certain the fault was mine in catching you off guard. Please, be at ease and do not trouble yourself. I probably should have spoken up sooner so you would not have needed to ask me any questions at all."
Kyil turned his gaze back into the direction of the bathroom, his bright smile still in place. "If it is your first visit I will do my best to make this a very memorable visit. After all, the pursuit and fulfillment of pleasure is a matter of ethical principle." He would be so very cheerful to make mention. His free hand lifting to gesture upwards with a single finger before he tilted his head, and winked the eye decorated with blue feathers at his customer.
"Between you and me I don't have a clue what that is supposed to mean but Madam Medusa makes a point to tell it to us quite often." Kyil reached fowards and drew the flimsy curtain to a side and caught it over a large golden hook in the shape of a flower to keep it pulled aside.
"Yes Lady. This is where I service massages. All of my oils and supplies are in here, unless you have a desire to lay eltsewhere of course. Whatever you wish I will attempt to fulfill to the best of my training." Kyil gladly informed her as he led the way into the white and gold marble bathroom. In compare to the dark black stones that made up the outer walls of the Black Bottom, Kyils bathroom almost seemed to glow. just as in the bedroom, the main theme within seemed to focus on flowers and the very strange looking swans from the surface. or at least strange in compare to the underdark wildlife.
A table at waist hight was what Kyil gestured to. It's white padded surface looked freshly cleaned, and a few brilliant pink rose petals were scattered overtop of it's surface as decoration. Kyil moved to quickly brush the petals off the lightly scented surface, and gestured for Zariira to lay down upon it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 5:07 pm
Zariira considered the padded table for a moment, before shrugging and sliding forward, draping herself easily across the surprisingly soft surface. She practically cooed as she relaxed on her stomach, reaching back to unclasp her jeweled braziere to give Kyil better access to her long expanse of nude back. She resisted the urge to cover her breasts with her hands, instead leaving them pressed against the table as she rested her head on her crossed arms. Zariira did not bother with removing her rose silk skirt; both because it could be pulled away easily no matter what part of her legs he wished to reach, and because Zariira was a firm disbeliever in undergarments.
As she lay on the massage table, she inhaled, taking in the carefully picked, sweet scents of fresh flower petals and incense. Already she felt the tension of earlier that morning drifting from her lithe body, and the male had yet to touch her!
"So tell me," she asked absently, more for conversation than genuine interest, "what made you become a pleasure provider in such a place as this?"
The drowess opened one eye, fixing him with a come-hither stare from beneath naturally long lashes.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 6:04 pm
Kyil was quiet patcient. He allowed Zariira to move along at her own pace with no rushing or urging from him. His gaze remained rather respectfully away from her body as she positioned herself on the table, though he did take the time to inspect her exposed back. Once it was she had settled herself in as comfortably as she wished, Kyil circled around to the cabinet that was stocked near the table. Upon it's white painted shelves were hundreds of small bottles and vials of different colored oils and powders.
Kyils painted fingernails seemed to dance in the air as he scanned through his selection. The question that was posed to him did not cause him to pause in his search at first.
"Oh. It was no choice of mine Lady. Madam Medusa decided I had potential and had me trained for this position." He turned to flash one more of his light hearted smiles at the lounging drowess. "It certainly beats working in the kitchen. I'm a fortunate slave that I turned out to have such pleasent features."
Kyil turned his attention back to the shelf and after a moment selected a bottle of light yellow oil, and a darker amber toned oil. Bringing the two over to where Zariira lounded, Kyil knelt down to one knee and unstoppered both of the bottles. "Do either of these scents please you Lady?" Kyil offered first one bottle for her to inhale the sweet sugary scent from, and then he offered the other with a subtle honey spice arroma to it.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 6:37 pm
Zariira blinked in slight surprise by his answer, before closing her both her eyes. A drow slave of such beauty was exceedingly rare indeed... She turned over figures in her head, calculating how much gold she had brought along on her impromtu foray into the city. More than enough for anything she could have wished for without these walls, but the price of a prize such as this male could be... troublesome. But Zariira was used to getting what she wanted, and as daughter of a strong house, she was willing to use any means necessary.
"Tell me about this, Madam Medusa. She is your owner? Does she buy and sell many slaves?"
She stopped for a moment to inhale, the sweet scents pleasing her immensely.
"Mmm, I prefer the second. It's divine."
Zariira opened her eyes and smiled at the kneeling male. Soon, she would make sure that he would be kneeling for her only. At the throught, her smile became toothy and predatorial; that of a feral cat circling its unknowing prey.
"Tell me, Kyil, are you happy here? And no prepared answers, pet."
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 8:00 pm
As Kyil held the bottles for Zariira to choose from he answered her question. "Indeed. Madam Medusa bought me when I was still a young boy from a merchant in another city. When it comes to her slaves, Madam Medusa is very picky. She buys one rarely, and she has never sold one before. Whenever Madam Medusa buys a slave we all know it is to eventually replace one of the Comfortess'. That is how we know when our time is coming to a end."
Kyil stoppered the first bottle and rose to replace it back on the shelf he'd taken it from. He set it down about the same time Zariira would ask him her next question. Hesitating, he turned his head slightly to peer back at the smile that was currently splitting the females lips.
"Ah..ah-ha...." Kyil forced the less then light laugh from his lips. Turning his gaze back to the shelf he tapped the vial back into place, and moved on to collect a pale blue strip of cloth from a neatly folded pile next to the massage table.
"Happiness is a practice of the Black Bottom, but it's reserved for the customers Lady." It was hard not to give a 'prepared' answer when such a touchy question was asked. There were the house rules, which stated that no Comfortess was ever allowed to seem melencholy or unhappy in the presence of a customer. Yet at the same time there was also the house rule to give the customer anything they wishe within reason.
Kyil held the blue cloth in one palm and tipped the scented oil onto it as he struggled to maintain the light hearted attitude he had greeted Zariira with. "In all honesty Lady, is such a question really in need of an answer? What is important is making you feel good and providing the service you have paid for. I am grateful I am not in the possession of someone who would mar my beauty or hurt me. My job is a very easy one and provides me with many interesting activities to pass the time."
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 8:29 pm
"Oh Kyil." Zariira began to giggle, dropping her forehead into her hands, so that her curls hid her face as she trembled with laughter. It roiled through her body, the mirth spreading until she threw back her head and let it flow up from her like water. When at last she had gained control, and wiped the single tear from her eye, her grin was vicious.
"You're more naive than I'd imagined. Working here, living each day in the depths of hedonism, I thought you would understand what true pleasure was. You settle for too little. You deserve better than this lowly place. Would you come with me, Kyil, if I paid for you? I would not treat you as my slave, so long as you repaid my kindness by swearing yourself into my service. A free citizen housed within the Luana Mansion. What do you think?"
The drowess nearly purred, turning onto her side and resting on her elbow, her delicate form appearing almost curvacious in this feline repose. Her long curls fell in waves across her chest, barely covering her bared breasts, but leaving the large gem of her necklace nestled into the valley between, visible.
"You could be mine, and mine alone. I would shower affection and gifts upon you, so long as you would promise to be mine."
She fluttered her long lashes, watching him with her cat eyes, which seemed to gleam with unknown colours with the changing of the light. Zariira, once bored this morning, cheered herself with the prospect of a new pet. He was magnificent, beautiful, and deliciously innocent, despite his proffession. The drowess found herself taken with the male. She must have him. Suddenly she realized the passion with which her sister had pursued Ilphonim simply for his ability to create flowers. Zariira was compelled to have this perfect pieve of living art.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 8:48 pm
The laughter was what seemed to unsettle him the most. Kyil had never been laughed at. At least not in this way. It was one thing to have a customer laugh in delight at obtaining something they enjoyed having or doing. Some of those laughs were very ugly and he did not look forwards to those customers visits. Some laughs were enjoyable enough, and he was often able to pretend to share in the customers mirth. This laugh though....This laugh made him feel as if the rug had been tugged under his feet. Unsettling him and confusing him. Kyil was not too embaressed by the dark flush that came to his cheeks.
He did not feel as if he were nieave. When it came to the concept of the flesh Kyil was certain he had been throughly instructed. Other pleasures did not seem possible, so it was he felt confused by Zariira's thoughts.
"I...Lady you are asking...." How was he supposed to answer to that? Kyil set the vial down on the small table beside the massage bed so he could free his hand and begin to worry at one of the earrings in his ear."I go where I am bid Lady. If you were able to convince Madam Medusa to sell me to you of course I would do whatever you wanted me to....I would be yours. I don't...understand your question." Kyil found it rather hard to meet the Drowess' gaze. He had never actually met a customer that seemed intent on getting more from him then what they had paid for... "But..it is all a moot point Lady...Madam Medusa does not sell her slaves. I in particular. I am the only male she has ever trained. I do not think she is ready to release me."
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 9:07 pm
Zariira rolled back onto her stomach, still smiling her cheshire cat's grin.
"We shall see, lovely. I am not a woman who gives up easily."
Her mind was made up. Zariira would not be denied by a male, nor another drowess. She was content to wait for now, not to press the issue, because to her, he was as good as her own.
"I shall not bother you with it further for the time being, pet. It would be terribly uncouth to upset you."
Zariira settled back into her former pose, though now she rested her cheek on her hands so she could watch the male work. She licked her lips, awaiting the ministrations of his dextrous hands upon her body, all the while her eyes drifted over his form appreciatively.
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Posted: Thu Apr 24, 2008 9:20 pm
"Ha...yes...well..." Kyil, despite the moment of embaressment he'd been feeling, rather quickly recovered. In a matter of moments his free smile was back on his lips and he was warming the oiled cloth between his palms in preparation of the massage.
"So Lady! would you care for a drink? Or something to snack on before I begin? We have a wide assortment of sweets and juices in a cooler. or is there something in particular you would care for?" She was watching him, and Kyil did his best to be at least pleaseing to the eyes. His head gave a small flick, casting his hair over his shoulder and causeing the earrings to flash in his ears. He even jutted his hip out to one side, flashing a nicely shaped hip nearest to Zariira along with the flexing of his well toned abs and bellybutton ring. Something pleasureable for the eyes before he began to work on her back. It was very easy for him to dismiss the questions of a few moments ago when he focused on his work.
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