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Araland looks down at Ryssa and Titiani, he moves through the group to them and leans down, sniffing at Ryssa a bit. He looks a bit confused then looks over at Titiani who is about to touch his cheek with the hand not held by Ryssa. "You touch the goods you have to pay." He simply states with a laugh. "Given, Teristand might take your hand off." He adds, his eyes returning to Ryssa.
"I figured you dragon kin, the rumors were false then...ah no bother."

"A good time, bad time, weird time, fun time. Whatever you desire if I don't have it I'll get it for you. And yes, I am Araland, also known as The Keeper of the Stars." Araland greets. He stands back straight and looks at the two of them. "Are you here for work or pleasure? If your odds be good, work could be pleasure." He asks, his eyes wondering to the front of his brothel. He's charismatic and friendly sounding in speech, but his mannerisms are fitting of a dragon protecting its horde of loot.

Araland's eyes lock back on Titiani, he looks a bit annoyed by her question then he merely laughs it off. "We have the finest wines and juices you can find in this realm inside, I suppose if you truly desire, I could find a door to suit you." Araland suggests, a wee bit of a snarl on the last line. "But that's costly and takes time, time better spent in drunken passion with some of my most skilled employees."

Araland seems to quickly lose interest in them, he holds up his hand and waves over a short, bear armed/elephant legged woman. "This is Keris, she will be able to assist you in your...budget search." He somewhat rudely states, turning and walking to his brothel. Standing out front is a gender neutral looking person who hops up into Araland's arms when he walks over. Araland kisses them on the forehead then proceeds inside.
"Sorry about Master Araland, I'm guessing you asked him the price of his wares? He's not offended, don't worry, it's more of, if you have to ask you probably can't afford his highest quality. We do have a loan policy of course, if you were interested in our more rare breeds, but depending on your spending range you might be stuck with critters like me." Keris explains. She's a bright eyed friendly girl, but she's obviously more sculpted to be a greeter or servant than a lover as she doesn't say any of this in any sort of arousing voice, in fact her voice is a bit squeaky and annoying. "What were you hoping to experience on this fine evening?"

"Then I am the one most suited to your request." Keris states with a smile then motions for the group to follow her inside. "I shall take you to a sitting room, you may peruse our workers, speak with the fellow denizens there. For simple questioning and services, I offer myself at 100 marks an hour. Our cheapest rooms start at 10k, but the inns around have much more...appropriate pricing." She kindly states.
Upon entering the brothel, Araland stands in the center of a large room, talking business with some of the more wealthy looking patrons. The genderless from before sits on his shoulders, fast asleep with its head resting on its arms on top of Araland's head. This genderless is gorgeous in all features, his hybrid a perfect balance of whatever strange humanoid races he's built from, and is obviously the prized pet of Araland.
"So, at the brothel we have a rating system. The ratings are obedience levels, appearance, skill, style, and diversity. 1-3's are trainees, and temporary workers; they run about 1500-3000 a session. 4-5 are trained but strongly lack in multiple categories, often horrors, or regular/retired denizens/previous workers; they can range from 4000 to 25k. 6 is where I fall into, I'm a specialist at serving, but my skills aren't diverse, and my appearance is well..." She rambles, lightly doing a little tap dance which vibrates the ground where she's at. "But I get high marks in obedience, and skill. My usual sessions last from one night to a hired hand and I charge 10k a night, but for honored guests of Takaku, I see no harm in being charitable."
"Anything 7-10 will get you pretty up there in the marks, not to mention if you planned to purchase one of us. For example..." Keris starts then gestures to the thing on Araland's head. "That's Teristand, the current price for him is 10 Trillion and a challenge of Araland's champion duo. This way..." She politely states, opening a door to a sitting room of pillows, tables, and a bar. She bows her head as she patiently waits in case they decide to wonder elsewhere.

"...Teristand is second in command yes..." Keris politely puts it. "He's a night sleeper though, so...well let's just say the show our Master Araland puts on isn't the best thing about our nights. As for pricing of volunteer workers, you can get evaluated by Araland, but the reality of it is that most of our...volunteer workers are paying off a debt. Araland doesn't like being owed money, so he makes sure the process is daunting for those who can't otherwise pay. We do, however, offer bounties on our more delinquent cases if you're interested in that line of work."
"Any other questions I'd be happy to answer in the sitting room as we're becoming an inconvenience standing in the hall." Keris suggests.

A nosy looking noblemen hovering around the group looks the elf over, then looks at Ryssa. 'I'll give you 50k no questions asked." He states. Keris looks at the man then snaps her fingers, waving over some male elven hybrids to escort the noble away to his own table. Keris has a young servant looking girl bring a plate of fine wines which she sets on the short table between the cushions.
"It's against our policy to offer trading of goods within our house, of course if you'd like to take him up on his offer I won't say anything to Araland, but Araland also has contacts that'd get the most out of your offer. As your advisor for the night, your whole group is non-Nalizarin, which makes you a very rare delicacy. Selling yourself into servitude has the potential for a grand life, but if you go through Araland you won't be able to pick your new master, and..." She lowers her voice a bit. "most of them would tear you to shreds just for laughs."