Closed [Soothing Waters] A Good Touch? (Kyra)

[Orion Michaels]

Orion It appeared she had tired of his antics, and understandably so. She had indeed paid good coin for this massage, and he was only toying with her. So her looks of annoyance would be put to rest as he diligently worked her other foot. A particularly tense spot on the bottom was found by his thumbs, and with small circular motions he began to relieve the tension that only a traveler's feet could experience. "I have a tendency to ramble on, so please, shut me down if I get to be too much." He didn't expect a reply. If any of her previous reactions to particularly sensitive spots were any sort of indication, he had nothing but moans to expect. Her joke was no good. Not even a little bit. "Kyra...I think we should both stay out of comedy, don't you? Why don't we focus on the massage?" He chuckled, continuing to work the tight spot on her sole. She must have walked hundreds upon hundreds of miles to have feet this beat up. No wonder she couldn't control herself as he relieved the pressure. She perked up, finding herself interested in what he had to say about rebirth. Unfortunately, he had little more to say on the matter. "Ah, it's just what my mother taught me. She said that some people can even see parts of their previous lives, but I don't know anything about that. I do sometimes wonder what I was like.." Orion found himself grinning at her question. She hadn't kicked him, but she was doing something. "No worries. It seems my body makes a good rest for a foot. Good to know." She had the right of it. Mizas made the world go round. Orion had more than he knew what to do with, but the taverns weren't complaining, that was for sure. Neither did the women. "It's always a good thing to get what you want. Do you have things that you want?" Orion nearly swallowed his tongue at her next question. Was he hungry? More than she could imagine. All of that writhing and moaning? Gods, are we talking about the same thing? "I-I'm starved," he managed, he face flushing slightly. What a crazy day this was. Perhaps Orion had got in over his head.

[Kyra]

Kyra silently nodded to what he said, feeling herself tickled again when he touched a certain spot on her foot, which caused her to giggle and withdraw her foot just a bit while the other pushed against him a second time. The rosy glow in her cheeks remained and she hugged her chest more as she purred and nestled her shoulder more. "Do you do this for all of your customers? The massage and talk?"

She had to wonder, he seemed very comfortable and confident in his abilities, and the blue-eyed doctor wasn't short on charm in the least. If she had to guess, he had a woman, or perhaps maybe even more. He seemed the type to enjoy such company and he had spared no words or compliments on her since she first walked back with him.

Though he was a tad rude, telling her that she should stay out of comedy. The young kelvic had simply been enjoying her massage and wasn't able to remember clearly.In a way it was actually his fought, but she didn't tell him that. Instead she giggled, squirming around in the chair as his fingers tickled her again. "Yes..let's continue."

Kyra settled down as he spoke of his mother, in doing so he caused her to think of her own, a memory that always quieted her and left her dreaming of her past. "She was a good woman..." The words slipped out, and just as they did she became silent again, leaving the doctor to ponder whether she was asking about his mother or perhaps talking about her own.

She smiled at his words, it seemed the good doctor was just beaming with charming qualities and cheerful jest. Arching her back, a soft moan spilled forth, resting on the tip of a whisper. Her body laid upon the chair limp, arms resting about her belly, while her legs were closed turning in at the knees. "Mmhmm...nice things..." she said softly, her full lips partings slowly pronouncing the words and leaving small gaps between them.

Again the kelvic smiled at his words. It seemed that they were both hungry, and she wondered if he would be interested in finding a meal afterwards. It was possible that it was his striking eyes that she wanted to see more of, or perhaps because he had said things that peeked her interest and she wanted to learn more. Or she was just hoping for another foot rub. Whatever the reason, those were her thoughts, thoughts that were easily calmed by her own purring as she nestled herself into the chair even more, the toes on both feet dancing about, one waving daintily against his hand while the other pulled and gripped at the rim of his pants. "Orion, what is a.. full body massage?"

[Orion Michaels]

Orion "No, you're a special customer, so it's just for you, Kyra," he said. A complete lie, of course. Orion had a way of sliding into work just in time to catch the most attractive of patrons. So to say anything but that untruth to his blushing customer, well, it wasn't an option. "How's that make you feel?" He gave her a quick wink as he continued on her foot. "Yeah she was," he said, trailing off, assuming she spoke of his mother. While Orion's father was stern, unyielding, and demanding, his mother was quite different. Nurturing, comforting, and kind to a fault. She had all kinds of advice for her young son, and imparted it whenever she felt it appropriate. Many times his father's cold suggestions were covered by his mother's warm words. A good woman indeed. Orion let out an audible gulp as she once again arched her back. The woman was sensual, whether she meant to be or not. It was quite troubling for Orion, as sensuality was his game. Work and play couldn't cross. Not unless the customer asked for it. But this was asking for it, right? Oh gods, why do you tempt me so? "Y-yes. Things are very nice. What kind of nice things do you like?" Orion very nearly laughed at his own question. What a ridiculous one that was. Still no good under pressure, are we, Orion? Orion could buy most nice things he wanted, but instead he sat with a stack of coins. A woman like this could make him part with them, though. Most of them got pretty excited when they found out his profession; Kyra wasn't the only woman who liked nice things, after all. Then she asked it. Something which had sat in the back of Orion's frequently perverse mind. A full body massage. He had to turn away to hid the grin. If he could get her to want one of those. If she wanted one of them of her own will. What would he do? With another gulp, he gathered himself, hoping the lighting in the room would hide the somewhat rosy tinge of his cheeks. "W-well, Kyra. A foot massage is just the feet. A shoulder massage is just the shoulder. A full body massage is, well, everywhere. Back. Shoulder. Arms. Feet. Calves." He nearly choked as he spit out the last word. "Th-thighs. You know. Everywhere." This was getting interesting, and quickly. Best choice I've ever made.

[Kyra]

"Mmhmm.." she said softly, nodding her head. It was a wonder really, the young kelvic was born into a family that waited on her hand and foot. Some of the more wealthy families in the city kept kelvics as pets, but Kyra was not one of them. She was, for all purposes a daughter, a child to a woman who could not bare her own and in her loneliness was gifted with a kelvic cub, that she decided to take into her family. The young girl was given everything that she could want.

Then her world changed and she was cast from her blissful life down into the depths of human suffering. She was treated like even less than an animal..property, and the girl found herself on the edge of her sanity with no easy way out. Somehow she was saved by a man, a performer who brought her back to the civilized world and showed her that it was ok to smile again. Reborn into this new life, now known as Kyra, she once again found herself being pampered, but this time by strangers.

It didn't matter whether she believed him when he said that he only did this for her. And it wasn't as if she expected such treatment, as if to say that she was worth so much, it was just something that seemed to happen. She smiled and nodded when he spoke of his mother being kind. She agreed to his words, but she was thinking of her own mother when doing so.

Kyra's eyes stayed closed most of the time, only opening when he said something that truly peeked her interest. She missed his blushes, awkward looks and glances, even his gulps and such were drowned out by her own purring. He then asked a question, one that if he had asked any normal woman, he would have gotten a list of normal, albeit high priced stuff. But Kyra wasn't a human and her life wasn't normal even for kelvics.

"Hmm...I like to climb trees, and eat rabbit, deer, I like soft things.." she paused a moment gently hugging her shoulders again as she turned her head to face him without opening her eyes. "Things that are warm...and keep me comfortable. Pycons...and exploding trees..." she giggled softly, going over the list in her mind and remembering what each item meant to her, or what the food tastes like. "What things do you like..Orion?"

Kyra calmed herself, settling in her purrs so that she could better understand the types of massages that he spoke of. As he went about explaining, she thought about the different types in her mind and which she might possibly need. Her shoulders were relaxed enough, as were her arms, but her legs.. "I'd like to try the calf massage?" she finished, hesitating the last part of the word to make sure she said it correctly.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion The woman listed off an interesting array of nice things she liked. It didn't sound like anything that a woman he'd been with before would like. How odd. Climbing, the meat of woodland creatures, exploding trees, Pycons. At least she liked soft things. A lot of the.... "Exploding trees?" He half yelled in surprise, as the statement sunk in. What the petch? "Do...you...umm..What?" Orion stammered, caught completely off guard. "You've got an interesting life, don't you Kyra?" He shook his head before answering her question briefly. "I like a good drink, good music, and a good woman. I don't want for many things here." It was simple enough, but it was true. Orion was spoiled, but he spoiled, too. He let out a visible sigh of relief when she told him the kind of massage she wanted. A full body would have doomed him. The doctor was going through, for lack of a better term, a dry spell. Her clothing removed, moaning and purring as he did his work. Straight to The Tank with him. "W-well, Kyra. I'm just about finished up with this foot. If you want me to continue working, I'd be glad to. It'll cost a little bit more, I'm afraid." He nodded. Orion had gotten in trouble in the past for providing 'free upgrades' to particularly attractive females. "Addicting, aren't these?" He asked of the massages. "I've even heard people say that a massage can be healing, both spiritually and physically. I just think they feel good." Even someone who wasn't marked was rumored to be able to help someone recover faster if they understood the body and were skilled enough. That's not why Orion was doing it, of course, but it was interesting none the less It helped out with his lies for why he should do it. Orion was a doctor, and doctor's healed. "You'll be coming back for more, right?"

[Kyra]

Kyra opened her eyes again and sat up suddenly when the blue-eyed doctor started to yell, his apparent confusion getting the better of him. He had also stopped rubbing her foot again, unintentional perhaps, but he stopped yet gain. "You're.. a strange doctoring masseuse Orion. Have you never watched a tree explode? It's very exciting." she finished and slowly laid back down, this time gazing off into the stone ceiling.

It was now his turn to tell of the things he liked and found herself agreeing with some of what he said. "I enjoy music. When I was little I played my mother's organ and our butler got me a flute." The young kelvic spoke the truth, though how well she played the instruments was lost on the weary ears of time. "You want a good woman, to marry?" she asked as she turned her head just enough to catch his eyes.

She grew silent then, as he finished up the massage, allowing the conversation to switch as it seemed a continuation was in order as she asked for her calves to be massaged next. The doctor didn't seem to mind as long as she was willing to pay the extra cost. Kyra nodded thinking it well worth the coins and waited for him to begin. "I do like these, I'm sure that I will come back." she replied to his question about future massages.

Suddenly there was a racket just outside of the room. The heavy voice of a man yelled loudly, followed by the somewhat calming hushing of the doctor's associates. Kyra's ears perked up and she turned in the chair to glance behind her. "Orion..who is that?" Just as she spoke, a rather tall, burlie man came storming into the massage area. His beady eyes fell upon Kyra first, and after a tick turned on Orion.

"My wife has been here for an hour waiting on a massage! And she tells me that you made her wait even longer because you let this kid through? Explain yourself?" the man yelled angrily glaring at Orion and popping his bulky knuckles.

[Orion Michaels]

Orion A strange doctoring masseuse? Orion wondered if there was a more appropriate title for him. "I'm afraid I haven't. There aren't very many trees here in Sylrias, if you haven't noticed. I suppose that means you have? What an interesting life you much live, Kyra." Exploding trees. How odd. "The flute, huh? Do you still play? I've never had a talent for music." The doctor nearly burst out laughing when she spoke of marriage. It was such a absurd thing to Orion at this point in his life. There was indeed a time where marriage was on his mind. It would have been perfect. But now? "No no no no no. Not a chance. I'm a little more...carnal than that." He shook his head, still stifling his laughter. Orion never expected to marry. He'd need to fall again before he considered that. No, he was only looking for fun these days. "No marriage for me, I'm afraid. The women are just after the strange masseuse doctor's money, anyways." Finally, he was done working on the woman's foot, but no sooner had she requested further work than did someone enter his working area. Reminded of what he had done to bring the attractive woman to his station, the angry patron demanded to know why his wife was forced to wait. "Well...you see...The thing is..." Orion gulped, staring at the man blankly. Hairy, muscle bound arms. Narrow beady eyes. Thighs bigger than the tree trunks in the Bronze Woods. The popping of knuckles echoed throughout the small chamber, and Orion could feel phantom pains all over his body where the punishment was sure to be dealt. I'VE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE "I think if I go up front I can get this resolved. There..there must have been a mix up in the order," he lied. "A mixup? You walked up and picked her out!" "Uhhhhhh..." Orion looked around frantically, his eyes stopping on the small glass container he'd gotten the oil from. Oh gods, I'm about to do something dumb. "W-well..just let me clean this stuff up and..I'll walk you up front so we can take care of this." Orion turned so his back was between him and the angry man. Taking the container, he cracked it against the corner of the table, and placed a sharp edge against his forearm, giving himself a precise but superficial cut along it, wincing all the while. The crimson began to ooze out slowly, and Orion let out a yelp of pain, taking and smearing the blood on his hands. "Petch! Glass broke in my petching hand!" Desperate lies. There was no way Orion was cutting his hand. Those were his moneymakers. A little cut on the top of his arm was something he could treat himself. And it would probably throw the man off enough he could run. Bloodied hand held up, he rushed towards the man, eyes wide. "Get out of my way!" When the man obliged, Orion couldn't fight off the smirk as he stepped out of the small room and made his way back to the medical area. "The things I do. The things I do."

[Kyra]

Kyra did live an interesting life, but if asked, the young kelvic would reply that life was interesting. Not to suggest her own was so different but live in general. The lives of many people, such as the good doctor who couldn't seem to figure out what occupation he wanted most. Kyra could relate in a way, being that she didn't know what she wanted from life either. Every since she lost her family, she had one goal in mine and never thought of anything else. But what would she do once she reached that goal? What was out there for her? That she didn't know, nor had she thought about it. "Life is interesting isn't it Orion? So very much.."

The girl pouted and glanced off into the ceiling when he asked if she still played the flute. "No.." she said with a sigh, remembering the times so long ago when she practiced. It hadn't been much and she still played the instrument with the loud and awkward tune of a novice. Still, it brought her good memories, and also sad ones. "I should try it again some day. I really liked it."

Kyra sat up in the chair a bit and looked at him strangely when he reacted to her question. Did the people in Syliras not marry? She had to wonder given the effort he took to quickly correct her. "Do you prefer whores then?" she asked wondering if he was anything like the men from Ravok. Some of them never married, never kept the same company, but instead spent much of their time visiting the Dark Delights plaza. Kyra hadn't spent any time there herself, only stumbling upon the place while wondering the city.

Sadly before the conversation could continue they were interrupted by a very rude and angry, smelly man. Kyra glanced back over the chair to look at him, only to turn around when Orion moved away from her. "Orion..what are you doing?" Kyra watched impatiently as the two men argued, whiling feeling ignored and none too happy about it. She was paying for her time after all, and as far as she was concerned they were not finished.

It was hard for her to tell what he was up to as he had turned his back to her. The angry patron continued to yell and Kyra was starting to become frustrated with him. Then it happened, a familiar smell rose and wafted into her nose. A smell formed from a thick liquid..it was blood. The kelvic's eyes widen as she leaned forward in the chair, her nose twitching about. "Orion..what are you doing?" she asked again, her tone becoming more serious.

Suddenly he turned around to reveal that he had somehow injured himself and rushed past the patron and out the door. It all happened rather fast, and Kyra was left sitting on the table confused and alone. The man stood there confused as well, then turned with a grunt as he stormed back out of the door. Kyra sighed, sliding out of the chair and putting her boots on again. The doctoring masseuse was gone now, along with her fun. But before she left, there was one other thing that she needed to do.

She reached into her cloak then, retrieving a single letter which was still sealed close. The mischievous kelvic walked around the room for a bit, looking for the proper place to leave it and then she turned, spotting the chest that he had opened earlier and decided to place it inside, and under jars and other items contained inside. It was nothing personal, and she did find Orion to be the fun and interesting sort..but She had a job to do. Once she had hidden the letter enough so that it wasn't easily found, the girl left the massage area, stopping by the front to pay for her massage and leaving just after.

Secret :

1 GM for massage

[Chevalier]

Orion

LORE

• Being REALLY Sterile
• Using Ginger Oil
• Massage Technique: Ankle Rotation
• Massage Technique: Working the Soles

EXPERIENCE

Skill	XP Earned
Persuasion	5
Subterfuge	2
Rhetoric	2
Massage	5
Interrogation	4
Seduction	4
Storytelling	2

Kyra

LORE

• Syliras Location: Soothing Waters
• Good Looks=Line Jumping
• Getting a Foot Massage
• About Reincarnation

EXPERIENCE

Skill	XP Earned
Rhetoric	5
Observation	3
Interrogation	5
Seduction	4
Storytelling	4
Persuasion	2

Storyteller Notes

Secret :

You're all very naughty. Orion your naughtiness gets you 1gm though, add it to your ledger, and Kyra subtract it from yours.