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 Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 4:03 am
Zariira rolled her eyes and smiled, resisting the urge to laugh again as the male flaunted himself shamelessly for her amusement. She would have to teach him subtlety...but that was a small matter. His beauty alone allowed for many things to be overlooked, just as a masterpiece of composition was allowed a few small imperfections of execution. For the moment, her mind wandered away from the male, to his master.
The Lady Medusa...an odd name here in the Underdark, even within the more theatrical, lower ranking houses. They 'put on airs' as her mother had put it, in order to, like a blowfish, appear more dangerous than the reality. Secretly Zari had noted that this could be true for all houses, but she dared not mention it to the matron. The other oddity about Lady Medusa was the opaque drapery which shielded her entire head from view. It was easy enough to put two and two together. There was a reason for both the name, and the secrecy, and Zari was positive that it was not to further the shop's mystique. The woman was either disfigured from birth- and affront to drow society that she had survived childhood-, horribly scarred, or herself a gorgon. In any case, Zari's next step would be the same. Exploit her enemy's weakness, in order to take what she had decided was rightfully hers.
"To the victor, go the spoils" she muttered to herself, eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the massage.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 6:57 pm
Zariira's amusement seemed to be exactly what Kyil was hoping for. Her laughter brightened his mood and helped him focus on his task. The oil was warmed properly, so when it was he laid the soft fabric piece onto Zari's back it would not give her a jolt of chill. Gently Kyil brushed the cloth over the smooth skin of her back. lightly coating the skin with the scented oil she had picked. Only after a few brushing strokes, he set the cloth aside in a shallow glass dish. the oil from it continueing to purfume the room even as Kyil laid the slender fingers of one hand upon her back. With one hand he expertly massaged up her spine. Seeking out areas where the muscles might have been tense and working at them with the tips of his painted fingers. His other hand he gently brushed Zari's hair off her shoulders. In small slips so that his fingertips of that hand brushed lightly against the back of her skull and neck. It was practice for Kyil to say nothing while he worked. Silence made the massage more enjoyable as his customer would not have to move their jaw to speak and in effect shift their head at awkward angles.
He did wonder what it was she was thinking about. His fingers continued to move gently over her back and towards her neck. He was uncertain at first if he had caught her words correctly. The did not make much sense in all honesty. "What was that lady?" He asked her, his head tilting to one side to peer down at her pretty face questioningly. He could have misheard after all. What victor was she talking about?
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 9:26 pm
Zariira, eyes still closed, shifted and mumbled, feigning sleep. As she felt his eyes on her face, her eyelids fluttered open, and she smiled drowsily.
"I'm sorry Kyil, I must have dozed off, your hands are so relaxing!" Zari giggled almost girlishly, rolling her shoulders as if to loosen them, before her face sobered, noticing his pensive expression. "Oh, did I say something funny in my sleep? Nisha tells me I'm the most terrible sleep talker. "
The lilt in her voice was sugar sweet as she played out the role of the coy young lady, entranced by his skill and his beauty. In truth she was taken with him; but simply visiting would not be enough to sate her vorocious appetite. It was imperative that she posess the stunning creature before her.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to get up and stretch a moment? My guards are downstairs, and I've just realized that I should send them home if I'm to be much longer."
Zariira knew full well that she had left the House without her men-at-arms, but by now they would have tracked her here at her mother's request. And besides, what better time to speak to this Lady Medusa than with several armed men, some of the greatest in the city, but a cry away. Without awaiting Kyil's answer, Zari rose, not bothering to slip back into her brazier. Her hair covered enough to shield her bare breasts from any onlookers, and she knew her near-nude appearance would unsettle her guards.
"I shall return in a moment."
With that she swept out of the room in search of the woman she suspected was a gorgon.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 10:25 pm
"Oh!" Kyil exclaimed a little. One of his hands fluttering up to his chest to press the fingertips over his heart quickly. "Oh no lady. Not at all. I was just afraid I might have missed something you had said. I would hate to have you need to repeat yourself because I was not paying you as much attention as you required."
Kyil reached under the massage bed for a strip of soft leather hide as Zarii would mention riseing. Useing it to remove the extra oil from his hands, he quickly shook his head. His long hair fanning out in a gentle swirl about his shoulders as he replied quiet quickly to her soft giggly words. "Of course not Lady. Whatever you desire to do is never in question. Merely tell me to stay and wait and I shall until your time is up."
Kyil stepped away from the bed, and began to step towards the discarded top, when he realized that Zariira was not even hesitating to put it back on. While he was certain she had not forgotten her bare chest, he was mildly concerned none-the-less. "Lady! Your top!" He would call out as Zariira would sweep from his rooms.
Downstairs the guards would have been greeted by the Hostess uncertainly. Haveing a armed guard merely show up was not something that ordinarily happened. The Guard would not be brushed aside though, as there was a very strict etiquett about the treatment of personal guards in the Black Bottom. Rather, they would have been asked to sit in the lobby, unless they had intentions of ordering a meal. It would be there that they would be asked to wait, a curious hostess often glancing at the armed men between tending to her customers.
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Posted: Mon May 19, 2008 12:55 am
Before rounding the corner and descending the stairs, Zariira threw back her shoulders and lifted her chin, instantly falling into the comfortable role of the high born priestess. Her partial nudity only added to her sense of boldness, and with a sharp intake of breath she turned and practically floated down the staircase like a queen. At the sight of her the guardsmen were instantly on their feet; she gauged their reactions from beneath heavy lids. They were as she's predicted. Seething with rage, the men focused on the shrouded form of the hostess. It was difficult for Zari to withold her grin of triumph. To the supposed gorgon's credit, Zari noticed that the female did not fidget under the gaze of the bloodthirsty males.
"Ah, Lady Medusa! Just the person I was looking for."
Zariira swept the female just out of earshot of the men-at-arms, who were now making a show of cleaning their innumerable weapons. The drowess was sure to position the hostess so the the guards could be seen out of the corners of their eyes at all times. Their grinding teeth were practically audible despite the distance. Zari's smile was engaging and brilliant.
"I wanted to compliment you on this establishment. After only my first visit I feel confident that this exquisite abode should be a staple for all those within the city who value its exotic commodities."
She made certain to refer to all the services offered as goods; already she was setting the stage for a trade. Compliments would allow things to move more quickly.
"I feel like quite the ninny for allowing this place to go undiscovered for so long! I shall simply have to pass along the word of its charms to my Mistress mother. I'm sure I could convince her to visit, and who knows, perhaps she'll drag the entire council her as well!"
Her laughter was cheery and lyric, as if her comments were as light as air. But already she could feel the other female working over figures in her mind. The patronage of the secret council of the city would increase profits a hundredfold. The Black Bottom would become an escape for the elite.
" Of course, oh I hate to do this, but I do have to ask of you one small favor."
Zari's voice was soft, but laced with steel, her once sparkling eyes now growing dark.
"I require the transfer of the slave Kyil to my estate, immediately. I have found the youth to be amusing. I think my mother would approve of my choice in pets. She would look on you well indeed for showing such reverance for House Luana. Perhaps I could even convince her to overlook the fact that any and all gorgon sightings must be reported to the city guard for immediate elimination."
The comment was flippant, but Zariira's stare was intense.
"I hear that law was put in place by the First House because the Mistress simply abhors gorgons. I would almost feel sorry for any such creature who stumbled here."
She waved flirtatiously to the now impatient guardsmen.
"I will expect your answer before the end of my massage. For now, it appears my men-at-arms wish a quick word with you. I suggest appeasing them quickly; their raised voices may raise concern with your dining customers."
With that she turned on her heel, and returned once more to the room in which Kyil waited.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 7:44 pm
Whether Zariira's brazen flash of power and the overt hostile aura surrounding her guards had any effect on the madam was questionable. Her veil concealed any facial hints of disbelief, unease, or out right fear. Her posture remained stiff and rigid. There was no shifting of her feet or any finger wringing or twitchs to give away the females feelings at that moment. There was not even a hint of emotion with the overly cheerful yet slightly false praise that had been recieved in accordance to her place of work.
The madam was silent throgh Zarrira's little whirlwind chat. And silent she would remain even as she swept herself upstairs. The 'word' the guardsmen wished to have with her, however, would be rather flatly denied. Madam Medusa had only made a brief appearance to see whom the new patron was to be. She had no interest in the guards, and she retreated to her private tower immediatly following Zariira's own return to the room where Kyil was waiting within. Should the guard wish to have any sort of 'chat' with her it would have to be bought time, and Madam Medusa's personal time was rather expensive.
Kyil had waited quiet patciently for Zariira's return. The oils for the massage were still laid out on the small table. Though he had taken the opportunity to collect three small bottles of sealed drink from a chilled box kept in the lounging room area. When it was Zariira retuened, he was quick to rise from a sedan. His bright smile once more affixed upon his painted lips.
"Ah! Lady! It is good to see you return. Are you ready for the rest of your massage?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 11:35 am
Zariira smiled brilliantly, basking in the afterglow of her boldness. Retrieving her braziere from the massage table, she held it in place turning her back to Kyil so he could fasten it for her.
"I would like that very much. However, it would be better if it was finished in your new quarters..."
Licking her lips, she turned to face him, toying with the curls which spilled over her shoulders.
"You're to be relocated to the House of Luana, effective immediately. You may pack a few things you need," she waved her hand dismissively, "but we'll simply send for the rest of your things. I've taken care of Madame Medusa. Our escort is waiting downstairs."
She nodded decisively, sweeping her gaze over the furnishings, then letting it drift back to the male. It was difficult not to smirk in triumph in the presence of her newest acquisition.
"You did say that you would be mine, correct?" Slipping closer, her hand pressed against his chest, then slid up over his shoulder, his smooth skin over defined muscle delighting to her clever fingers. She'd made a good choice in this male. He would breed strong. She met his eyes, allowing him to look back; a social transgression which denoted intimacey. A flutter of her eyelashes and then she broke the eye contact.
"Come along dear one, or we'll be late for tea..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 8:22 pm
Kyil automatically approched to help fasten the Lady's top back in place. His fingers flickered quick and sure, fastening it with a practiced finesse all the while smileing as pleasent as always.
Kyils smiling features faltered however. Following the Lady's announcement of his 'relocation' and her command for him to pack immediatly. He felt as if he had been doused in ice cold water. His lovely rose pink eyes widened slightly and his glossed lips parted in a soundless gasp.
There was no protest when Zari placed her hand upon his chest and moved it up. His heart did feel as if it were fluttering like a caged bird at the moment though. "I...I...did...Lady...." The words held a silent note of disbelief. More so was the look upon his face when Zari met him eye to eye. He felt as if someone had taken him by the ankles, swung him upside down, and had given him a good shaking! He had not thought his owner would actually relinquish him. Yet what overwhelmed him even more so...was the fact he was going to be leaving the Black Bottom.
"I...own nothing.... Even the cloths and adornments I don are from the Comfortess prior to my moving in. In truth I should probably just..take these off...I...I think..." Kyil reached to his ears to begin removing the earings. For the first time since he began his task as a Comfortess he felt a little clumsy while handling them. Numb. That was the problem. His fingers felt a little numb over the sudden upset his life had just taken.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:40 pm
"Nonesense. Take what you want from here my pet."
Once again she waved dismissively, slightly irritated by the male's meekness in the face of lesser beings. A habit she made a note to break him of later. His stutter made her almost furrow her brow, but she witheld any overt signs of her displeasure.
"The patroness is to be paid for her trouble, so feel free to take any jewels or clothing that you feel you need. In any case, those not to my taste will be replaced immediately. But the tailors tend to take a few days... it is better to bring something."
Zari started to turn, changed her mind, and placed her index finger under his chin, directing his attention to her stern expression. The young priestess usually wore her playful countenance like a vestment, but at this moment she seemed every inch a First Daughter.
"From now on you must remember your place, Kyil. You are the consort of the First Daughter of House Luana. This place is beneath you. It is Medusa's obligation to give what it is I wish to take, and what I want now, is for you to gather what things you like. We are a house on the Ruling Council, with no small amount of influence. Her establishment would not survive the wrath incurred by any slight."
She nodded curtly, her sly smile once more curling her damask lips.
"You have a few moments to prepare yourself. I go now to gather the guards; do not keep me waiting long, my sweet, or else I will be cross with you."
Zariira leaned in, brushing her lips over the corner of his mouth, eyelids fluttering as she stole a surprising gentle and fleeting kiss, before twirling on her heel and making a swift exit.
There would be time to break in the male later. For now, she must send someone to the tailor's and the jeweler's.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2008 9:58 pm
Kyil listened silently. His wide eyes fixed upon Zari's face when she spoke to him. A mute nod of his head was all he could muster. That was until it was that she left.
"Gah." He heaved the sigh as if he were attempting to expell all the tightness from his body with that breath. He spun slightly and let himself fall to his knees as his skirt flared about his hips.
"This is...this is..too much." He whispered softly to himself. He lifted one of his hands and splayed the painted fingernails over his chest in an attempt to calm his rapidly beating heart.
"I am just...just a Comfortess...a slave....a....a.... concubine in the most common of terms.... This is..too much...."
His mind was in a whirl. He simply did not feel he was suitable for such a position. He most certainly was not worthy! But...
"It is not ones place to question..." He still spoke to himself. Calming himself with his words as he glanced about the room. He had to take some things with him. So he supposed he would keep his worn jewelry after all.
Now that he had had a moment to himself. A moment to collect himself and voice to himslf his doubts, Kyil was able to focus on his current tasks. He would view this all currently as just a new aspect of his training. Rising Kyil made use a a ornate pillowcase to collect a few more skirts and under garmets. he choose to leave the jewelry, as he was not attached to anything here. Surely the one who replaced him would need them more. Lastly he donned a pair of dainty spider silk slippers. Already he knew that they would not bare walking in the streets for too long. Yet he had nothing else to wear. All of his clothing was meant to be worn inside.
Licking his lips, Kyil left his room, and amid the curious peeking eyes from the other rooms, he descended the stairs to join Zari no more then four or five minutes after she had left him.
"I hope I did not make you wait too long Mistress. I have gathered some things as you have told me to."
There were only curious looks given from the other girls that were working in the lobby. Madam Medusa had not told them to interfere in Zari's purpose...but still they could not help but look on with a bit of envy and curiosity.
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