Fall 69, 516 AV – Two bells after Syna fall, The House of Immortal Pleasures
She trailed soft lips upon the curve of the woman’s neck eliciting a quiet sigh of bliss. “He’ll like you,” Sayana spoke with a smile as she caught the blue green eyes of the scantily clad whore. “But if it’s going to be a grand surprise, you’ll have to tell me who else is good in this place.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to come upstairs for just a moment?” There was almost a plea to the girl’s voice, not like the usual professional demeanor of the place.
“No, I have errands to run. And you are just the start of them.” Sayana replied and cupped the girl’s chin gently with a high hand. For half a tick she was tempted to fling off her dark cloak and show the whore the true power of a seductress, but no, she still hadn’t felt out the city and all its merits and flaws. Not to mention dangers. Clyde’s warning itched at the back of her mind. If a mage like him had to be alert on these streets, then it was nothing to scoff at.
“Remember, I want to know the names of all the whores, good and bad.” Sayana continued and trailed a delicate finger down the woman’s chest. “I wouldn’t want a bad one spoiling my lover’s special surprise. I’ll be back in a day or so for the list and recommendations…”
Sayana took the whore’s hand and placed a kiss upon the back of it, then got up from the couch she had been lounging upon. This was the first step to getting contacts in the city. She wanted names, and lots of them, along with any gossip about the other prostitutes. Whores were just as prone to gossiping and various circles of friends and enemies existed in establishments like this. Once she got names, she could start extracting further information but everything would come in due time.
A handsome bare chested and scantily clad male shot her a wink and a beckoning gesture, but she dismissed him with a wave of her hand. Almost two waves. It was hard to keep a careful hold of her cloak in a place like this, but soon she hoped it wouldn’t be necessary. Ravok, city of wonders, city of Rhysol. And at first glance, a city that actually understood slavery. The use of collars at the whorehouse had suggested such, and after a follow up question, the bar tender confirmed it. However, she had long stayed her time and she ought to get back to the Sullin’s residence.
The cloaked Eypharian took her leave of the whorehouse and absently marveled at how it turned from a place of silk and pleasures to a dingy streetside. It would be a long walk back, but she wasn’t yet certain of the boats that traversed the canals. Besides, Leth hung in the sky with a beautiful glow and the walk would do her well in her endeavors to get to know the city.
Of course, she didn’t journey without protection. A set of four throwing daggers and two regular ones were fastened to the belt at her hips. But just like her long flowing dress, they were hidden beneath the black cloak she wore. She headed for one of the beautiful arching bridges across the canal. Something about Ravok was remarkably clean in comparison to Syliras and even though danger could be lurking at any corner, she still marveled at her first impression of the city.
She trailed soft lips upon the curve of the woman’s neck eliciting a quiet sigh of bliss. “He’ll like you,” Sayana spoke with a smile as she caught the blue green eyes of the scantily clad whore. “But if it’s going to be a grand surprise, you’ll have to tell me who else is good in this place.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to come upstairs for just a moment?” There was almost a plea to the girl’s voice, not like the usual professional demeanor of the place.
“No, I have errands to run. And you are just the start of them.” Sayana replied and cupped the girl’s chin gently with a high hand. For half a tick she was tempted to fling off her dark cloak and show the whore the true power of a seductress, but no, she still hadn’t felt out the city and all its merits and flaws. Not to mention dangers. Clyde’s warning itched at the back of her mind. If a mage like him had to be alert on these streets, then it was nothing to scoff at.
“Remember, I want to know the names of all the whores, good and bad.” Sayana continued and trailed a delicate finger down the woman’s chest. “I wouldn’t want a bad one spoiling my lover’s special surprise. I’ll be back in a day or so for the list and recommendations…”
Sayana took the whore’s hand and placed a kiss upon the back of it, then got up from the couch she had been lounging upon. This was the first step to getting contacts in the city. She wanted names, and lots of them, along with any gossip about the other prostitutes. Whores were just as prone to gossiping and various circles of friends and enemies existed in establishments like this. Once she got names, she could start extracting further information but everything would come in due time.
A handsome bare chested and scantily clad male shot her a wink and a beckoning gesture, but she dismissed him with a wave of her hand. Almost two waves. It was hard to keep a careful hold of her cloak in a place like this, but soon she hoped it wouldn’t be necessary. Ravok, city of wonders, city of Rhysol. And at first glance, a city that actually understood slavery. The use of collars at the whorehouse had suggested such, and after a follow up question, the bar tender confirmed it. However, she had long stayed her time and she ought to get back to the Sullin’s residence.
The cloaked Eypharian took her leave of the whorehouse and absently marveled at how it turned from a place of silk and pleasures to a dingy streetside. It would be a long walk back, but she wasn’t yet certain of the boats that traversed the canals. Besides, Leth hung in the sky with a beautiful glow and the walk would do her well in her endeavors to get to know the city.
Of course, she didn’t journey without protection. A set of four throwing daggers and two regular ones were fastened to the belt at her hips. But just like her long flowing dress, they were hidden beneath the black cloak she wore. She headed for one of the beautiful arching bridges across the canal. Something about Ravok was remarkably clean in comparison to Syliras and even though danger could be lurking at any corner, she still marveled at her first impression of the city.
Credit: Shimoje