Ujool Kyil

[Yousei Akki]

*~Glossary~*

*1* Introduction
*2* Beneath the Makeup
*3* The Walls of my World
*4* Paths that Cross
*5* Memories of Time
*6* Baubles

Drow Information:
~ Custom ordered through Bechard
~ Legenday Type
~ Option: Power - Spell Thief Attributes


::Current Information::

Purchased from Madam Medusa by Lady Zarrira, Kyil was taken into the noble females House with the intention of grooming him to be her perfect companion. On a outing into the city to explore the market, Kyil crossed paths with a young thief named Mikaril.

Knowing full well that the guards intended to abuse the young thief once they returned to Lady Zari's House, Kyil struggled with his initial trainingnd finally overcame his meekness to insist the thief be taken to his own private rooms.

Once alone Kyil was able to reassure the thief he would do him no harm. A brief encounter that resulted in the two ending up on friendly terms, Kyil was sad to escort the thief out of the House.

Unfortunatly his Lady did not appreciate Kyil taking up association with a street thief, and in her vexation she informed Kyil she was unhappy with him. Her orders to the guards were to take Kyil away, as she did not want to see him any longer. The guards, taking the initiative to be crule to the Lady's previous favorite toy, unceremoniously threw Kyil out into the street in only the cloths he wore.

Distressed over upsetting his Mistress, Kyil hovered like a vagabond outside of his Lady's House, convinced that sooner or later she would reclaim him. As the days passed and he was not recalled, Kyil ended up trading his trinkets for foood. His clothing wore away, and in a effort to appease the dangerouse elements that roamed the street he was reduced to submitting to the peverse whim's of those that were willing to take advantage of him.

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[Yousei Akki]

Beneath the Makeup

Age: 120 Years

Height: 4' 7"

Weight: 77lbs.

Profession: Courtessen

Natrual Hair Color: White

Natrual Eye Color: Pink Rose

*~Skills~*

Menial: Stitching - Cloths Washing - Basic cleaning skills

Specialty: Massuse - Cooking - Obediance - Dancing - Flute - Harp - Fashion Consultant - Manicuriest - Makeup Artist



Past General Information: Known as Kyil most commonly, this young drow male has lived nearly the entierty of his life within the confines of the Comfort House called The Black Bottom. Kyil's youngest memories are of the Black Bottom, and he can not remember a time when he ever lived outside of the walls of the Comforts House. He is what you may consider nieave to the darkness of Drow society. With his entier world limited to the walls of the Black Bottom, Kyil is rather unaquainted with the strife and ongoing evils of the 'outside' though he is aware of it.

Kyil was purchased by the proprieter at a very young age from a smaller drow city and brought to the Black Bottom. Still only a young child, he started his life toiling long hours carrying out menial tasks. Washing cloths and dishes. Sweeping and mopping floors and walls. Lugging supply crates and changing bedsheets. Kyil's life was hardly the horror of a youngling on the street, yet it wasn't easy all the same. His usefulness and household chores changed as his age progressed. His tasks changed from the most mundane of household services to things that required a bit more skill. Kyil began aiding the other females of the Black Bottom with their more personal tasks. This included helping them style their hair, preparing their make up, helping pick out outfits and other things of that sort. In doing so Kyil became trained not only in servicing others, but in learning beauty techniques that he would later be applying to himself.

Kyil had his share of problems of course. In a Comfort House jealousy was a ugly monster that often attacked. Kyil managed to keep his head down, having learned as a young child that keeping a low profile meant less work and less danger. Unfortunatly a low profile does not make for a very sociable exsitance. Kyil spent much of his time in his own rooms, tending to customers or gazing down from his window to watch the drow in the streets below. This made the proprieter rather pleased, as Kyil spent more of his time with customers then most of the other girls of the House. Kyil's position as the sole male 'employee' also granted him a bit of protection from the other girls jealousy, but in a way alinated him even more.

Personal: Kyil puts on a very cheerful face when in the presence of others. Though he finds it easy to appear happy, he most certainly is not. It is not that he longs for anything in particular. That is perhaps what he feels is the true problem. Kyil has no future goal. He does not desire anything beyond what he has obtained. Every day Kyil tends to his customers. Listening to those who wish to vent, or simply speak of their own dreams. He gives them the listening and non-judgemental ear that they can not find anywhere else. Yet he does not have any dreams or desires of his own. When he is alone Kyil finds himself resltless with lack of direction or purpose. It is only when he is serving anothers needs that he is able to remain focused.

Religion: In a city so Lloth oriented, one would expect it would be natrual for a male drow to simply be drawn into the common belief system. Kyil has listened, and has never spoken a word contrary to the belief's of his customers. Yet he himself has no strong faith. Through the many customers that have purchased his time, Kyil has heard the wide spectrum of belief's and gods. Some he finds frightening, such as the Goddess Ma'azbert. Some he finds interesting in compare to the rest of her kind, such as Eilistraee. Each God or Goddess seems to have their own agendas, and Kyil has heard them all. Yet he has not choosen any one to place his faith it. If ever asked, his only response is a smile and a shrug. 'What do you think?' Is his words.

Personal Power: Spell Thief Based off the Class from the Complete Adventure's Guide 3.0 Spellthieves use skill and arcane magic to drain the abilities of their opponents and turn their foes’ own powers against them. Spellthieves love the challenges that adventure brings, and they relish finding unique and inventive ways to use their abilities. Because they have such a wide variety of abilities, spellthieves can adapt themselves to overcome nearly any challenge, but they have neither the overpowering arcane might of wizards nor the brute force of fi ghters. Spellthieves never cast two spells when one will do, and they excel at using misdirection and deception to overcome seemingly stronger opponents. Good spellthieves use their skills and magic to entertain themselves, protect those less gifted than themselves, and occasionally serve a cause or nation as a spy. Evil spellthieves use their versatile skills to trick and deceive, or plague large cities as daring cat burglars.

A spellthief can siphon spell energy away from his target and use it himself. He can steal a spell or the potential to cast a specific known spell, from his target. If the target has no spells prepared (or has no remaining spell slots, if she is a spontaneous caster), then the Spell Theif gains no spell energy or stolen spells. A spell thief may choose what spell they are stealing. If a spellthief tries to steal a spell that isn’t available, the stolen spell is determined randomly from among those the target has available. After stealing a spell, a spellthief can cast the spell himself. The spell is cast with the same strength as if it were cast by the original owner of the spell. The spellthief must supply the same components (including verbal, somatic, material, and any focus) required for the stolen spell.

Alternatively, a spellthief of a high enough skill level can use the stolen spell power to cast any spellthief spell that he knows of the same level or lower. A spellthief must cast a stolen spell (or use its energy to cast one of his own spells) within 1 hour of stealing it; otherwise, the extra spell energy fades harmlessly away.

A spellthief can’t apply metamagic feats or other effects to the stolen spell unless the specific spell stolen was prepared with such an effect. For example, a spellthief could steal a wizard’s empowered magic missile, but only if he specifically chose to steal empowered magic missile. If he chose to steal an unmodified magic missile, he couldn’t steal an empowered magic missile, a silent magic missile, or any other metamagic form of the spell. A spellthief couldn’t steal an empowered magic missile from a sorcerer, since the sorcerer applies metamagic effects upon casting and thus has no prepared empowered magic missile spell.

This ability works only against spells. It has no effect on psionic powers.

Detect Magic: A Spell thief can use Detect Magic a number of times a day based on his skills. (Kyil can use this ability 4 times a day)

Spell Grace: A Spellthief has a natural resistance to spells cast on him. (This does not make Kyil immune to spells effects, but he is able to shake off the effects of a spell quicker then most drow and has a much higher resistance to enchantments and the like that Drow are normally resistant to)

Spell Effect Siphon: A Spell thief can siphon off a spell currently in effect on another individual or object. He may choose to use the spell effect on himself or another, but he must use the spell within a few minutes or else the active magical power harmlessly fades away.  

[Yousei Akki]

The Walls of my World

Not to be confused with a brothel, the Black Bottom is a formidable looking two story structure of black stone. The bottom half of the building is a resturaunt that caters to only those who can afford it's wide varity of exotic foods. Booths are built to accomodate single patrons, up to parties of six, in privacy. Each booth is a specially built room seperated by extremely heavy curtains that stifel sounds. Patrons may choose to leave the curtains open, or close them. Small golden bells strung on thin gold chains are rung by the waitresses when the curtains are closed, to forwarn those within that their order is there or their waitress has arrived.

The Black Bottom prides itself on it's exotic selection of foods. Suspected of using magical means to obtain the delicacies that it provides, it is never a question of 'if' the Black has the food you wish to try, but rather 'how much' will it cost. Surface fruits, vegtables, and meats are common enough to be found here, along with the strange delicacies of the various races. Fish from the deepest underdark pools can be ordered, and for those who are of the more sadistic and twisted nature perhaps a sugared pixie might be a tempting dessert.

The Black Bottoms prices might be a bit hefty, but so too are the portions. When one orders a meal, they recieve a personal feast. But food is not the only thing that can be ordered. There are two different menu's made avalible to customers. The first and most common is of course the Meal and Drink menu. The second is the Comforts menu. The Comforts menu includes a list of names and physical descriptions of the girls avalible for purchase that day, along with times and a listing of their skills. While the Meal and Drink menu is always provided to customers, the Comforts menu must be requested.

Black Bottom House Rules

As any busniess, the Black has some very ridged rules on how busniess is run. It is for this reason the Black prides itself on being far more then a brothel.

1) No Girl is to be physically harmed. The Black visciously protects the females that work within it's walls. From the simple kitchen maid to the most profitable Comfortess. No guest, no matter how prominant, is given the right to harm any one of these girls.

2) All patrons ordering a Comfortess are required to sign a waiver before service. This magically inbued waiver is a small 'contract' that verifys the customer is aware of the House rules and agrees to abide by them. Included in the clauses is the right of the Propritress to demand retribution should the customer willingly and knowingly break any of these rules. The demand of retribution may be anything the Propritress deems fit to ask for in the case of a Comfortess being physically harmed or killed during the customers session. These waivers include a magical charm that highlights the name of the signer in crimson ink should a false name be given. In this case a second waiver must be signed with the customers true name, which will be filed in a second set of books seperate from the 'original' set.

3) No Refunds. If the customer is dissatisfied with the service that has been provided they may take it up with the Madam Medusa. According to the dissatisfaction some compensation may be given, but only at the Propritiress' discression.

4) Secrecy. What you do, who you are, what you say. All these things are kept in confidence. How often you come or how much you spend. none of it is ever spoken of. Neither the employee's of the Black nor Madam Medusa herself will ever speak a word. The Black Bottom's primary goal is to offer a place where a drow may relax with the knowledge nothing they do or say will be carried beyond the walls they relax in. Magical means are used to enforce this secrecy. A geas spell is placed upon any Comforter at the request, and at a additional price, to keep them from speaking should a patron desire extra assurances.

Black Bottom Specs

From the outside the Black Bottom is obviously a extremely well constructed building in the shape of a rectangle and with one tower like turret. With walls of black stone a foot thick, dwarven steel is used to hold these stones together rather then simple cement. The first floor is divided into the following chambers: A enterance foyar where guests can wait for a table or a Comfortess to open up along with a grand staircase to the second floor. The dineing chamber, which is more like a series of small windowless rooms. Tables dominate the center of these rooms, and booths surround the table with pillows and other small decorational items within. A kitchen complete with a staircase that leads up to the second floor and into a sectioned off basement. There is also a small office located in the area where the tower joins the rectangular building. Here there is also a staircase that leads upwards and downwards.

The basement of the Black Bottom is sectioned off into two parts. The first part can be reached through the kitchen. Here is where stores of food and drink is kept, along with a Gateway Arch. It is through the use of this Arch that the Black is able to transport in various goods that are just a touch difficult to obtain. Here too can be found various cages and water tanks for the 'exotic' delicacies. Pixies, surface elves, mermaids, and the like are often kept below while awaiting the appitites of the customers.

The second sectioned off part of the Black is not even connected to the first. Hard solid stone seperates these two rooms. In this place, accessable only through the stairwell located in the office, is the treasurey and records of Madam Medusa. All waivers, all profits, and quite a few insanely detailed statues of drow are kept locked quite securely.

The second floor of the Black is divided as well. Using the enterance in the kitchen, one can find the small rooms alloted to the cleaning and cooking servants.

The stairs in the main foyar lead to the second that houses the Comfortess'. Madam Medusa owns a total of eight Comfortess. Unlike the servants, each Comfortess has been purchased and raised specifically to become one of the Black Bottoms signiture pampering pets. Unlike the servants, the Comfortess' are not all entierly Drow, as Madam Medusa finds that a selection of 'exotic' females often generates a greater interest, and hence greater profits. Here, on this floor, each Comfortess is provided with a private bedroom, living chamber, and bathroom. The Bedrooms are rather small in compare to the rest of the rooms, as the Bath chamber is constructed to allow a patron to be throughly pampered with a catered bath, having their hair or nails done, manicures and pedicures and just about any other beauty treatment is provided in the bath chambers. the living rooms include small private cooking corners so that, should the patron desire a private meal, they can have their Comfortess prepare them anything they wish

The staircase within the office that leads to the second floor of the tower is suspected to lead to Madam medusa's own private chambers. None have ever ascended that staircase. At least none that have ever come back down.

Servants of the Black Bottom

There are never more then twelve girls hired for these positions, and only a few are actually property of the Black Bottom. The rest are merely females who have shown a touch of skill in the kitchen, and have no reservations serving up the odd 'delicacies' sometimes ordered by the patrons. All of the serving girls are required to live within the walls of the Black, though only the owned ones are restricted to staying within the building when they do not have a duty to perform. Any serving girl that dares attempt to break the rule of Secrecy often vanish's. It is through magic that Madam Medusa is able to keep a close watch on her girls and to ensure that they do not break her rules. By insisting they sleep within the confines of the Black, she is able to cast a nightly spell that will alert her the moment a girl attempts to break this particular rule.

All serving girls are required to undergo a training session weekly to help them keep fit. They are provided with flirtacious uniforms tailored to look something like french maid outfits, only in the color of plain black and with flower hair pieces. While the serving girls are required to be friendly and suggestive, Madam Medusa enforces a strict 'Hands Off' policy. No serving girl is allowed to have any form of physical contact with any patron of the Black Bottom, rather she is to suggest the merits of purchasing the time of a Comfortess should a patrons blood get a little hot.

Duties and chores are rotated amoung the serving girls. One day a girl will be required to cook and work in the kitchen, the next she will be required to help with the daily cleaning of the rooms, following that she will be required to tend tables. The cycle continues with no 'days off', though serving girls are not required to put in more then 9 hours of work a day.

Comfortess' of the Black Bottom

Madam Medusa owns a total of 8 Comfortess' and never any more. As one Comfortess reachs the age when her beauty or skills begin to fail or fade, Medusa removes the girl and replaces her with one that has been prepared for such a position.

A Comfortess is trained with a great varity of skills. She is required to exhibit a graceful poise and always to look her best at any time. Comfortess' are all owned by Madam Medusa and there is no question that they are the property of the Black Bottom. A Comfortess may be purchased in one of two ways. Either a specific service may be purchased, which is always cheaper, or her Time may be purchased at a greater price. If Time is purchased, the customer is allowed to have any service they desire so long as it does not extend past the period of time purchased.

Comfortess' are required to be avalible to customers at any hour that the Black Bottom is open. Special sessions may be purchased outside the open hours of the Bottom, but these extra hours are more expensive and the Comfortess has the right to turn down special time purchases so long as she has accepted at least three a week already.  

[Yousei Akki]

Paths that Cross

Lady Zariira : Priestess and daughter of the Second House. This classy female bullied the Madame of the Black Bottom to sell Kyil to her. Kyil, as his purchase has been legal and such, loyaly and worshipfully serves this female. Though he has fallen out of her favor and she has had him cast out of her House, he pines for her and works diligently to regain her favor so she might take him back and allow him to serve her once more.

Mikaril : A thief, and the reason Kyil fell out of Zariira's favor. Kyil has formed a different sort of loyalty to the man who picked him up from the street and has taken him under his wing, as it were. Kyil has grown fantastically devoted to Mikaril. For lack of a better descriptor, Kyil loves Mikaril. He admires him for his independance and he has latched onto him as a surrogate Master until such a time that Zariira would come to reclaim him.  

[Yousei Akki]

Memories of Time

Kyil's New Life
Encounter with a Thief
Concequences of Kindness
Learning a New Path
I Love you Master
Into the Demons Den
What Kind of mage hires a Spellthief?
A New Life Begins
What's a Stork?

By Alamoraine

Kyil and Mikaril sound asleep. Aren't they adoreable?

By Bechard

Kyil in a different outfit. He adores looking pretty! This is just a basic sketch and will be finished by her at a later date.

 

[Yousei Akki]

Baubles

 

[Yousei Akki]

I am straying though. As I was saying, there had to have been a complaint of some sort. The Madam had me sent for me and I was quite afraid when I entered her office. It seemed like a cell that I walked into. Madam stood beside her desk and stared at me from behind her veil. I was certain I was going to be killed or whipped or something equally painful when she ordered me to strip down. I was not embaressed when I shed my shift and stood unclothed before her. I was used to others seeing me thus when it came time to bathe. Plus I had... well... I will write about that some other time.

It was very strange though. At the time I mean. Madam had me stand naked and she examined me rather throughly. It was frightening having her scaled hands touch me. Extremely unpleasent really. When she was done she opened a closet and handed me a rather pretty gown. It was one of the ones the Comfortesses wore in fact, so I will admitt my confusion when she told me to put it on. I believe this was when I started to feel self conscious. My cheeks must have been burning with a blush because Madam took hold of my chin and gave my face a good hard looking at. She took over after I had dressed myself in the gown. It hung a little loosely over my shoulders due to the fact it was meant for a woman with a chest and I obviously had nothing there to fill it out. oddly though this seemed to please Madam. She pulled my hair up so it spilled down one side of my face and then held a gold earring to one of my ears.

She informed me I would be replacing one of the Comfortesses. I can not write how I felt hearing those words. Disbelief I suppose was what I felt mostly. But I had been taught to never openly question the Madam. My purpose was to obay. Madam sent me, dressed as I was, to the Eldest Comfortess' room and told me to give the girl there a message. I was to tell her to go and see the Madam immediatly. She did not send me alone either, for which I am extremely grateful. The Eldest of the eight was a very nasty tempered drowess whom I had served quite fearfully in the past. She spoke words that ground into your heart like shattered glass and seemed extremely apt at figureing out just what hurt you the most. She was also the most unpleasent woman that had taken her desire from me. She delighted in pain that did not leave marks and it was she that truely made me scream for the first time. So I was relieved when two of the other girls were sent with me to deliver the message.  

[Yousei Akki]

She did not respond very well to it. At first she needed me to repeat it. Then she laughed. Oh, it was a ugly little laugh that quickly turned to a howl. She flung herself at me, and I was so grateful for the other two girls. They seemed to be expecting this and they interposed themselves between me and her. I do not know where the hairpin came from. The Comfortess seemed to have snatched it out of thin air and her howls turned to nasty threats as to where she would stab that pin and how long I would suffer. They dragged her out of the room and I am so thankful I have never seen her again.

I spent the first night I had ever known by myself. In a bed all alone. I could not hear anything. I laid there awake for a long time. I do not know how long really. There were no soft snores or moans from other sleepers in the room. When the morning hour came no one came to rouse me out of bed to begin chores for the day. In fact, a girl I had long worked with came to me with breakfast! She and I had known each other many years, so she had brought me things she knew I was fond of. I am ashamed to admitt I asked her to stay with me. She...seemed extremly happy to do so. As I was now a Comfortess my desire for her presence took precedence over the other chores and she spent the entier day with me in my room. We ate the meal she brought, and she told me how fortunate I was. How the entier Black Bottom was abuzz with the news of my appointment. It seemed that there were a few girls in the kitchen who were harboring some ill feelings towards me though. That was why she had brought me my meal. She mentioned that she feared they may have tried to make me sick on purpose. She promised to make certain that nothing happened in the kitchen. I do not think I really needed her promise though. None of the serving girls would dare risk madam's anger over making a Comfortess ill.  

[Yousei Akki]

It is so weird...so odd really. A Comfortess is supposed to be a female. Has always been a female. And I am the first male she has ever selected. Jarah, the serving girl who had spent the day with me, was the one who brought me each of my three meals. Madam came to see me on my third day, and informed me of my new duties. As practice she had selected a few of the serving girls for me to wait upon. It was...hard...to focus on my new job with Madam looming in the shadows judging me. When it came to simple things, such as cooking personal meals and tending to the requests for things like hair washing and styling I think I did well. I had practice with the other Comfortess' when they had wanted personal attention of their own. I was greatly lacking in other things though. I will admitt that I was so utterly nervouse at the first physical request I... I...was unable to perform. I felt even more shame when the girl who I was with began to mock me that I broke down in tears. I suppose Madam did not approve of this crule sport as I have not seen that girl again in the Black. I do not exaggerate when I say the Madam is very severe when it comes to the respect and the position her Comfortess' are given over the 'common help'.

Madam immediatly assigned me to Calli'drie. She was one of the few Comfortess' who retained a agreeable nature even after so many years of service. Calli'drie was of suspected mixed blood. Her black skin was certainly the lightest I had ever seen, and her eyes the most pretty blue. She ritualisticlly dyed her hair a pastel blue color, I think to make her skin appear darker or to perhaps make her eyes seem brighter. Calli'drei's first order of busniess was to educate me in the finer arts. She taught me the techniques I would need to cater to a females vanity. She also gave me a bit more instruction in cooking. Ah! I remember those weeks fondly. I felt for the first time in my life as if I were on a vacation. I slept well and ate even better. I quickly filled out, but Calli'drie was keen to insist I practiced special exersizes. These series of stretchs and movements helped me keep my body tone, and increased my limberness. It hardly seemed like work at all! She was...so nice...  

[Yousei Akki]

Perhaps I became too fond of her? I suspect she knew this. Calla'drei and I... I once wondered what it would have been like. To spend the rest of my life in her presence. In her embrace. She had such strong arms. I felt so safe there. She taught me love. Both the physical version and the emotional. She taught me how to please a woman, and I was exceptionally eager to do this for her. I made a err though. I told Calli'drei that I loved her one night after we had been together. We had laid together, spent under the covers of my silk and satin bed. I was in her arms, wrapped in a embrace I did not ever wish to break. "Calli" I whispered her name. "Calli I love you."

Calli did not respond. Nor did she say another word to me that night. Though I fell asleep in her arms I awoke alone. Calli'drei did not return to my chambers after that night, and though I attempted to speak with her by going to her...she would not even look at me. There are no words to describe the deep pain my heart felt during this time. Even worse was the fact no one acted as if this were strange. When I asked the serving girls after Calli'drie they gave me short simple responses. Calli is fine. Calli is well. Calli has been busier then normal with guests. None of it was enough to satisfy my desire to know how she was. I spent many nights attempting to speak to her. I waited and knocked outside her door. I tried to catch her alone in the halls.  

[Yousei Akki]

It took me weeks to realize that as long as I desired to see and speak with Calli, I would not be allowed to. Calli acted as if she had not even noticed me and she seemed unconcerned that I was quite upset. It was cruel. This manner that I was taught I was not allowed to love another. No one told me strait out. I was left to suffer alone. My heart still pains me greatly over this denial of affection. It has served it's purpose though. Every woman I have ever served, no matter how many times she has come to me, or how pleasureable our time has been together, I have never grown attached to any of them. I feel a sense of fear. If I open myself up too much, they too will be with held from me. I can not allow myself to grow attached to anyone at all.

It does not make for a very happy life. Though I smile easily and have no problems being pleasent for my customers, I feel very little of this myself. Ah, it does not trouble me now as it had when I was younger. I have grown accustomed to this life and it's requirements. I do admitt that during the periods of time that I am alone I feel very restless. I have grown used to my acting and performing for others. I simply do not know what to do when I am not serving another.

I see Calli'drei once in a while now. She seems as happy as ever, and I suspect she too has a mask she wears as I do. We do not speak, and my heart does not hurt anymore when I hear her sweet voice. There is a definate emptiness though, but it is a coldness that I can live with. Life is not meant to be a happy and fulfilling experience. I am not certain exactly what purpose there is to life. Perhaps there is no meaning or purpose at all? My personal purpose is to provide comfort and relaxation to those that come to me. This I can do. I shall do. To the best of my ability.  

[Yousei Akki]

I have spoken of many things in my diary. I have recorded things such as my first love and my lesson about love itself. I have not spoken of things that I dislike however. Being a Comfortess, I have learned that there is strength to be found in tending to things you do not like. Such as having to provide a false joy at serving others. Do I truely feel as happy as I seem catering to the whims of others? Indeed not! There are so many selfish and cruel people in this city. To find one that is gentle or kind is so much a rareity. Specifically one that would waste their coins purchasing my time. No, most of the drow who come to see me are mean spiritied individuals. They do not know any kind words and demand every last ounce of submission and courtesy from me. I am able to smile even as it feels as if they are wringing me of all my energy. I provide though, and this is where I believe I prove I have strength. I can smile into the faces of drow that I know think very poorly of me. I can bow my head and speak words of submission. I can apologize for absolutly anything without any reguard to whether or not I truely am at fault. How many others can claim to have the strength of will or character to do this?

There are those who might believe that it is the weak willed who bend their knee's in service to those who demand it. This is true. The weak willed do cater to the strong and cruel who provide mastery over them. But it also takes a very strong spirit to choose submission to these others and still remain intact inside. I am not certain I can properly explain how I come to this belief. Perhaps an example?

Of those that purchase my time, my least favorite patrons happen to be of the male sort. Males seem to often have a pent up sense about them. Those that come to me tend to be one of two sorts. The first is the sort that have a preferance of males over females. These men like to be the dominante in a situation. The second sort I have had come to me are the males who do not wish to openly reveal that they are, in fact, interested in other men. These ones can be the worst of them all. I have had a repeate customer of this sort. A male that feels disgust at himself for his desire for other men. He seems to be a outspoken sort, one who has openly spoken ill of men like himself. Due to his own conflicted feelings he is a very violent customer. His time with me is never ever pleasent. He has abided by the House rules though. For this I am greatly thankful! He takes what he truely desires from me. Most of which I am afraid to say is pain. Once it is that he feels satisfied, I am afraid he is subject to a fury. I believe this is because he has not yet accepted himself for who he is. He has hit me. Striking me in sensitive areas to make me cry out in pain. He has choked me. Using either a sash from my robe, his own hands, but most commonly a pillow. There have been a few times I have been forced to the brink of unconsciouness by him. This unsavory patron seems to enjoy the thrashing that occurs, though I am trained enough not to fight him off. Do you have any idea the strength of will you must possess to allow someone to bring you near the brink of death? I do not want to die. I do not crave this pain nor do I savor the 'excitement' of these types of encounders. Yet I am able to satisfy my customer enough that he retuns to me as often as his desire allows him.

I do not like men. Not even the pleasenter ones. I feel a creepy tingle crawl over my skin every time one strokes me or places his lips onto my own. It is my training that keeps me from cringing and allows me to respond back in a manner that pleases my customer. I know by this alone that I am strong.  

[Yousei Akki]

Strength... As strong as I am I feel I still must be weak somewhere inside. Calli'drei is no longer a Comfortess. A new girl now sleeps in her chambers. She is quite young, and just as I was inexperienced so too is she. I have spent a good part of my day standing in my own door, staring down the hall at Calli's old room. How is it possible that even after all this time, even after all my suriety, that I am still so deeply effected by her? I do not know where Calli has gone. Just as with all the other girls that have worked as Comfortesses in the past, she has completely vanished. I would like to think she has been given her freedom. That perhaps somewhere out in the city Calli now is wandering the streets, allowing her feet to choose whatever path she wishes to walk. I am not so simple minded as to let this fantasy of mine take root. Our mistress is called Madam Medusa. The most I can hope for is that Calli's beauty is now perfectly preserved before time had a chance to claim it. Yes, that is the most and I shall not waste my hearts weakness on hope.

Calli...It aches deep inside my chest. I spoke to her words of love but never learned if perhaps they were a feeling she shared. What if she had? If Calli had loved me would things have been any different? Probably not. Perhaps they actually would have been worse. Still, I would have taken that worse pain just for the knowledge that she too had felt the same. I will not say I shall never love again. I can not control my heart obviously. But I can be careful and guard myself so that I will not grow attached to any other that I might spend time with. I doubt that this will be a concern though. Of the girls older then me, only Vishtah seems to desire my presence...and I certainly will not give her that. I made the mistake once of accepting her offer to come speak with her in her room and I will not do that again. Vishtah is one of the women who you must be wary of. There is now only the new girl who is the youngest other then me. I shall not be able to accept her due to whom it was that she replaced.  

[Yousei Akki]

There has been quite the uproar today in the Black. It seems one of the girls tipped over the Gate Stone when she went into the basement to collect some eggs. The Gatestone is the size of a common doorway, formed of thick stone and very firmly set in place. I suspect it was no accident. Perhaps it was a act of sabatoge? I think that this is possible. Madam has the girl in her personal chambers for now, and the Black is all sealed up. I can see from my window one of the other serving girls standing on the front stoop. She is set there to turn any patrons away that might come.

I suppose the Gatestone is the Madam's most precious possession. It is one of a pair of stones that leads to a level further up in the Underdark. I of course do not know where it exactly leads. As I have heard though, there is a second stone, identical to our Gatestone, in a hidden cave. It is not very close to the surface of course, but it is considerably closer then where we are. Madam uses it to have goods from the upper levels shipped directly into our basement. The Gatestone is small, so it really is only good for carrying crates and such through. I suspect this is so that none will get the idea to use it to sneak into, or out of, the city through this gateway.

Actually, as far as I know, Madam does not allow the transportation of living things through the gate. Everything that is pushed through is always already dead. Perhaps there is no way to really transport something living through it? I do know that the merchants that transport goods of interest for Madam are allowed free evenings here at the Black.

As I was saying before, the Gatestone was tipped over. Madam has spent all day with it. One of the girls who came to sweep my room informed me that she keeps nudging the gate in tiny pushes, then she holds a pair of crystals in the corners. Perhaps the gate must be aligned? If it must I worry that perhaps the gateway will not be able to be used for a long time. I feel sorry for the girl when Madam finally returns to her room...