The Lady’s Hand (A Dickings & Dalliances Adventure) - (Closed Except By Invitation)

[Poprockz]

Thank fuck she had kept her from being brained on the cement; she had wanted to blow Mellavia's mind, not break it open. Besides her basic code of human decency, she needed the intel she possessed. Therefore, she couldn't risk the horny woman being harmed before they got the info. Plus... it wouldn't hurt to actually get a bit of action as well. Though Arx had cum twice that day, she felt like she could go for a couple more. Who said there had to be a limit on how many times someone could reach that peak of bliss in a day (beyond dehydration concerns, of course).

The praise was welcome, though it hardly felt like something she deserved considering she had been the one to put them in that position in the first place. In light of this, the changeling wasn't going to let it go to her head, especially since she knew that the whore's prerogative was to make the best of things. That joke at the end though put a little grin on her face, though, enjoying the cleverness of that little flirt. If there was something she found quite hot, it was two ends of the spectrum: those who were awkwardly genuine, and those who were cleverly flirtatious. Mellavia belonged to the latter, it would seem.

The tiefling's knee had just brushed her pussy when Sprite reached down to help them both up, and Arx couldn't tell whether she was disappointed or grateful- probably both. If she had remained down there, she might have been too drawn in eventually to stop herself from opening that ever-elusive vest.

Brushing herself off, she gave Sprite a look of gratitude, "thank you, I appreciate your help."

It was time to try again, and so she took the tiefling's hand in her own and pulled her close, her other hand wrapping around that purple waste. Though her dancing was significantly better than... what had just happened, it wasn't her best Eluvian waltz. There were times when she missed a step, or accidentally fell into the female role of the dance which complicated things before she righted herself again. What she did well though, was always keeping on beat at least.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite watched the two of them dance for a moment to make sure they didn’t go tumbling again, but when Mellavia’s eyes were away from her she silently slipped out of the room. Sprite had no want to be rude, but this was clearly flirting on their rogues’ part, which was not Sprite’s area of expertise. Sprite was embarrassed about what Mellavia may think of her, but far more importantly still out of her element and in a place that was far to intimidating. That and Grastik was still missing.

Sprite looked down both ways of the long hallway before her. She tried to walk back a bit from where they came from, still staying close to their room with Arx and the Tiefling, making sure to listen if something bad were to happen there. Grastik, where was he?

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mellavia graciously accepted Sprite’s help, giving the harpy a warm smile. “Thank you,” she gushed, her hand reaching out to grasp the harpy’s. “I never caught your name. What was it?”

Whether she got it or not, she would turn back to Arx and help her up if she needed it. “I do hope you weren’t hurt by the fall.”

Mellavia kept her smile warm and breath low and deep while they danced. Arx may not have been the best dancer, but Mellavia felt it was part of her job to make her feel like the best. Her hand was warm in Arxs hand, and her touch on her shoulder was heavy enough to feel close. “You’re very graceful,” she said, which wasn’t an outright lie, but was definitely part of her performance.

They danced for a few more minutes, until Mellavia leaned back and put a hand over her cleavage, breathing deeply. “Hew! That was wonderful, Verigge.” She squeezed Arx’s arms. “Do you know what I would like to do after that?” Her hand would swing out to indicate the bed. “Why don’t I give you a rubdown. It’s just in case you’ve over-exerted yourself, of course, and definitely not because I want to rub my hands all over you. It wouldn’t do to pull a muscle, after all.. I’ve got plans for you.” She gently encouraged Arx toward the bed. “Let me get these clothes off you…”

 

[Poprockz]

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Sprite slipping into the hallway, but she didn't make any indication that she noticed. If the bird-woman wanted a bit of a breather, or wanted to make sure the half-orc showed up to the party then far be it for Arx to stop her. Besides, she was having a decent time. Perhaps by the time the two of them came back the seductress would be seduced, more than willing to give them any information they desired. That would certainly speed things up for them, and that meant that they would sooner have the Spectral Phallus in their possession.

Arx snorted and gave the violet prostitute a genuine grin, "I'm a pretty shit dancer, aren't I?" She let out a good-natured laugh and sighed, the embers of mirth still dancing in her eyes. "It's okay, I'm well-aware. The harpy tries to bolster me and I try, but in reality I simply can't move with the elegance and grace of someone so charming as you." She allowed herself to be led to the bed, but she made no move yet to remove her clothing. Instead she added, "how about a game, Mellavia? We each get five questions to ask which can only be answered by a 'yes' or a 'no.' I'll try to guess your fantasy and you can try to guess mine. Winner takes what they want." Arx leaned forward and smirked, "whatever they want."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mellavia does her best to spin Arx’s self-deprecation into a compliment, without outright disagreeing with her. “I can tell you’re coordinated, though.” Her fingers brush against Arx’s hip. “The natural grace is there.”

She pauses when Arx makes her suggestion, and lifts one intrigued eyebrow. The mystery surrounding this appointment had already made it feel difference, raised her expectations, but things were getting very interesting indeed, now.

“I’ll play your game, milady. On one condition…”

Mellavia paused, for dramatic effect. She stepped closer to Arx, close enough that their tits touched, then her hands came up to grip what little lapel the black and green gown possessed. With a devilish smirk, she told Arx her condition. “Clothes. Off. I want my hands all over you while we ask our questions.”

 

[Poprockz]

Arx glanced down at where her hands rested on her clothing, acutely aware of where their chests were pressed together. Her eyes then flicked up, a sultry expression curling her own lips. So she wanted them naked, did she?

She had planned to go slow, whittle her down until she had her in the palm of her hand, but he had to admit that she sometimes enjoyed going hard and fast in more ways than one. It had also been her intention to wait longer for Grastik. That half-orc man seemed to either be lost, dawdling, pinned down, or disinterested in continuing their mission. Whatever the case, Sprite would likely find him, and it wasn’t Arx’s fault if she played a bit.

Reaching behind herself, she untied her top, unfastening it until it slacked on her shoulders. It was then shimmied out of and dropped to the floor. Her thumbs then hooked under the waistband of her skirt and pulled it off her hips, letting it to fall. Upon her stomach and under her breasts was a swirl of black tattoos. It wasn’t making any image or anything, just an artist’s professional doodle.

With her pert breasts and lean body exposed, (having still not put on any underwear), she leaned forward and kissed the tiefling, her soft lips making gentle contact. Pulling back, she waited just a moment before pushing her mouth against her with more fervor this time. Her hands lighted upon the woman’s hips and slid back until her palms were on each of her ass cheeks. Her tongue slipped into her mouth, playfully dancing with Mellavia’s; she may not have been the best at dancing proper, but this kind of dancing was her forte. The mingling of hot breaths, the slick sliding, the palpable passion of combined desire.

“Mm…” she moaned softly, her hands squeezing that purple ass firmly without warning. Just as abruptly, the changeling pulled herself back and looked into her eyes. “Is your sexual fantasy to be fucked hard by a woman? Yes… or no?”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mellavia melted into Arx’s kiss, the half-performance-half-sincerity state she’d been in swinging to nearly full sincerity. This elf woman had captured, although not her heart yet, definitely her cunt.

She had to focus to keep her head clear enough to play Arx’s game, but first she felt desperately warm in the confinement of those sheer, sparse clothes she word. It was the work of but a moment to get them off and safely tossed to a nearby corner. Mellavia didn’t want to step away from Arx any more than absolutely necessary.

It took her a moment to think of her answer, the shimmering pink of her pupils bouncing around in her skull. She knew a “Yes” or a “No” would be the only acceptable answer, but she had other thoughts to get through.

On the one hand, I love being fucked hard by a woman, and fantasize about it often. On the other, does it count as a fantasy if it’s both about to become a reality and often becomes a reality already? She spoke like she was looking more of a singular fantasy, anyway, so I’m going to say

“No.”

That decided, Mellavia needed to think of her own question. As she thought, her hands started wandering Arx’s body, her hands tracing the lines of her arms, their nipples fighting for dominance amongst themselves, the back, the backs of the fingers brushing her taut stomach, their pubic mounds pressing sweetly and insistently together…

“Is your greatest sexual fantasy something that one single person could ever fully realize?”

 

[Poprockz]

Arx thought about it for a moment while indulging in the feeling of the tiefling rubbing against her. Oh how sweet it was to mingle against another hot, bothered body.

Honestly, it was a pretty recent fantasy, as she tended to change tastes or have her interest captured by new, exciting things. Though, she thought to herself that all things considered, it was probably best that it remained a fantasy.

“Yes.”

Leaning forward, she kissed her collarbone and lingered there before lifting her head to the other woman’s ear.

“Have you ever sought out this fantasy?” Her voice was sultry as though she was waiting with bated breath for the answer.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite had quickly spilled out her name when the Tiefling asked. Likely not the best idea, but Sprite was well known in the city. You didn’t have to ask around to much to find out who she was so hiding her identity was just silly. Many clans of harpies still isolated themselves from the outside world, not counting mating and hunting. There wasn’t exactly a lot of her kind to be confused with.

Sprite looked this way and that pensively for her half-orc party member. She didn’t see a sign off him, but in the distance, and very faint, she did hear a muffled cry. Given where they were it of course was most likely of pleasure, but Sprite felt it seemed off. It was hard to tell where it came from. The doors here were pretty thick, as were the walls, giving privacy, but muffling noise. She heard a few light moans here and there as well, adding more hard ships to get through to pin point the sound.

She could for sure be aroused by the sexual pleasure behind a few of these doors if she paid enough note, but someone could be in trouble and it was her work, her life at this point to stop anyone in this line of business from being harmed. She turned down left and moved forward, trying to pin point the muffled cry that to her at least seemed more and more concerning.

She pressed her ear against the first door she came to. Some light bickering about a tip for extra service. The woman sounded like she was handling things just fine. Not the cry for help. The next door had a role play scenario going on with the woman pretending to be the man’s daughter, begging him to correct her for stepping out of line.

“I’ll come back to that one,” Sprite said cheekily to herself and then moved on.

She pressed her head to the third door. She was getting close, she knew it, but she still wasn’t sure if this was the right room. Then she heard a click as the door she stood by opened. Sprite gulped down some panic.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The tiefling writhed against Arx’s body for a moment before a wicked gleam shone in Mellavia’s eyes.

She suddenly grabbed Arx around the chest and leaned back, pulling the woman with her until they both fell onto the soft, silky sheets of the bed. She smiled. If Arx’s deepest fantasy was one that a single person could bring to life, then maybe that person could be Mellavia, and she wanted nothing more in that moment than to make this gorgeous elf on top of her cum harder than she’d ever come before.

Mellavia let her knee slip between Arx’s legs and rubbed it up against her slit. Then, when Arx asked her question, she tensed. That was not a fantasy she’d ever tried to bring to life. It was…not something that she ever hoped could come true.

Quickly, Mellavi tried to slip back into her sensual, seductive persona, to get the mood back. She felt like she succeeded, but there was no chance Arx hadn't felt her clench in dismay.

“No,” she said as sexily as she could.

A deep breath, a little shake to clear her head, all poorly disguised under a playfully sexy veneer.

“Does your fantasy involve wielding power over a poor, little whore like me?”

It was a common fantasy, especially for brothel patrons.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

As the door creaked open near Sprite, A rough, deep voice could be heard coming from within.

“Did you not close the door properly?”

A whimpering sound came from the room.

“You really can’t do anything right when you get horny, can you?”

A moment of silence followed.

“You’re going to pay for this, you worthless slut.”

The next sounds from the room were a loud crack and a muffled scream.

 

[justspitballing]

Given the dialog the most likely scenario was that this was some very intense role play. Sprite though had come to far to back away and the muffled scream had some panic to it that could not be ignored. If Sprite was in the wrong she would just say she was security and was concerned about the noise. She was security for a different brothel after all so it really wasn’t a lie.

Sprite stood up and prepared her great axe. The weapon was strapped to the back of her armor and came free with an easy enough pull. She breathed in deep, ready to fight if needed. She was trained for this and whatever lay in the shadows of this room would not stop her. She switched the lights of the room fully on from their dimmed state and looked into the place.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Sprite would enter the room to find a man mounted to the far wall, next to the bed. His wrists, ankles, and waist were shackled to the wall with thick leather and iron chains, and other than aleather gag he was completely nude. Iron rods stuck out from the wall on either side of his dangling ballsack to support his weight, and two more rods stuck out under his feet. He was a dwarf, and his thick cock was hard. On both thighs were several angry red welts in parallel lines. At the sight of the axe-wielding harpy, he started making agitated sounds around the gag.

Upon hearing those sounds, the other figure in the room turned around, his eye widening in a quick appraisal. He was a half-elf with ruddy-brown skin and jat-black hair down to his waist. Dressed in the fine robes of a nobleman, his face was set in a haughty scowl.

He had a short whip in his hand, and he pointed at Sprite with it as he growled back at the dwarf. “You see? You have irresponsibly allowed us to be discovered! For this I shall lash your needy ass raw!”

The dwarf’s grunts became more intense, more insistent.

“And you!” he shouted at Sprite. “I don’t care who you are! I don’t care where you came from! He is mine! He is mine to do with as I see fit! And I will not allow you to take him! Leave us, or suffer the consequences!”

The dwarf’s eyes went wide, and he started waving two fingers on his left hand, moving them together and then apart, but the half-elf was looking only at Sprite.

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite saw before her what seemed to be a very standard S&M scene with a very overly dramatic man running the thing. The elf reminded her of Neldor, the elf that had helped to catch her so long ago and sold her to Swords & Sheaths. A very arrogant man that one day she would happily kill. This man however was not him and had every right to enjoy his fetish, and Sprite had no want to be involved in said fetish. Being strung up to a wall as this half-elf suggested did not sound like a fun time for her so she had every instinct to turn around and leave this couple alone.

But then she noticed the hand movements from the dwarf and the look of panic for him. It felt like he was trying to say something and given the look Sprite filled in the blanks and felt the most likely was a safe word. Sprite kept her axe held. A man that did not respect a safe word would never gain her respect.

“I do think your better is trying to tell you something. Maybe an ungagging is needed. I’m simply the security and the people in the room close to you were concerned,” Sprite said.

These were all reasonable statements that a man that was simply performing a scene would listen to and snap out of his show. If the half-elf did not listen though and gave indication that he would take this scene farther then his partner wanted then it was time for Sprite to do what Sprite did well, rage.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

The half-elf’s eyes widened, and he looked back and forth between Sprite and the dwarf, brow knitted in confusion. “Th…Wh…Oh!” Finally, he noticed the hand motion the dwarf was making and rushed over to lower the gag. When he spoke, it was much more naturally than he’d been speaking before, and without the overwrought haughty tone. “Oh, sir, I’m so sorry. Was it the whip? Did I use too much force?”

The dwarf swallowed, recovering from the gag. “Oh, no, Nellen, you were fine.” He hesitated on the last word, like he wasn’t sure he meant it. “Well, on second thought, you could hit my inner thighs a little harder next time. Really, it was good the way it was, though. I made a stop because she’s not the one.”

Nellen looked confused again, and then his brows went up in realization. “So she’s not…part of it? She’s not the one you hired?”

The dwarf looked moderately offended. “You thought I would want to be caught by her?” He scrunched up his lips. “You thought I would want a woman involved?” He quickly smoothed out his face, and looked up at Sprite. “No offense.”

Nellen sighed in relief. “Oh dear, I should’ve realized, shouldn’t I? I’m so sorry, Mr. Hardstone.”

“It’s alright, Nellen. I’d like to set it up again now.”

“Of course.” Nellen turned to Sprite. “Thank you, for not, er…using that thing. Sorry for the mix-up.” He nodded toward the door. “Would you mind leaving it almost closed? We’ve got someone coming, you see.”

The dwarf rolled his eyes. “Surely she’s figured it out by now, Nellen. Now gag me and start stroking. I want to be dripping pre when he bursts in.”

 

[Poprockz]

The grapple was completely unexpected and Arx found herself being pulled on top of her purple partner in one swift movement. It excited her, a bit of adrenaline going from that surprising turn of events. While initially she had fallen completely body-to-body with Mellavia, she soon got to her hands and knees over her, a moan being coaxed from her lips when she felt a knee come into contact with her sensitive nethers. Her hips pushed back against it, seemingly begging that pleasurable sensation to continue. No doubt that knee was already pretty slick, the changeling currently pretty damn aroused.

It seemed odd though, that reaction to her question. Based on the unpleasant tensing, it was as though her fantasy was one that would be uncomfortable or even dangerous to fully realize. Or... perhaps it stung that it may never come to fruition? This ruled out threesomes, gang bangs... pretty much anything that could happen in a brothel. There was something there, maybe a tinge of regret or sadness...

It didn't feel like the right move to address the sad note she had sensed directly, so she pretended not to notice with her usual flirty tone. "No, though I do enjoy a little role-play on occasion." It was funny. As someone who seduced to get out of situations, or into situations a lot of the time, she was very used to playing a part. In a sense, role-play was part of her job and it was one of the parts she enjoyed the most. One might even go so far as to say that while a changeling wasn't in their original form, they were always role-playing in a sense.

Arx leaned down and lazily dragged her long tongue across Mellavia's chest until it ended up right near her nipple, swirling around the areola teasingly without quite touching the nipple just yet.

"Does it have to do with someone you know in real life?" Three questions down, two to go. She felt like she was getting closer to the truth, but who knows? Perhaps she was very much off the mark. Whatever the case was, she felt that the game would result in her getting what she wanted in the end.

Her mouth enveloped the nipple in one fell swoop, her lips firmly sealed around the mouthful of breast she had acquired. Within her mouth, her wet tongue went toward exploring that nipple, as though it were the tastiest hard candy she could find. She sucked, the heat of her mouth unrelenting in its quest to arouse the tiefling. Meanwhile, one of her hands rested on her violet belly, sensually rubbing all the way down to to precipice of her pussy before coming back up and repeating this tease.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mellavia moaned and arched her back, trying to push her tit into Arx’s mouth. Her own hands wandered, stroking Arx’s back.

So it wasn’t domination, but she liked roleplay. “Now, now, dear, you said nothing but ‘Yes’ or ‘No’. Don’t start giving me extra clues…” she teased.

“Fuck,” she whispered. It was hard to concentrate now, with Arx sucking on her nipple. She squeezed the changeling’s beautiful ass. Her breathing was becoming ragged.

She tried to think about her answer. It wasn’t a specific person she fantasized about, although there were several candidates she would love to live out her fantasy with, if they ever felt the same. Sadly, she doubted that would ever be the case.

“No,” she said, then with a smirk she added, “Not specifically.” She might as well give “Verigge” a tiny little extra hint, to return the favor.

Now Mellavia needed to think of her own question, and Arx’s hand was NOT helping, although it was definitely helping achieve a different goal.

“What about the reverse, then? Is it that you wish someone would just take you? Just demand that gorgeous body of yours and ravage it?”

She lowered her knee, instead reaching down with a finger to tease Arx’s hole.

 

[Poprockz]

"Nope," Arx wasn't a big fan of not having control of a situation. Sure, it was one thing to play the part of a submissive lady, it was another to be taken without any regard. Even when she had spread her legs or had been taken roughly, it was she who had instigated these occurrences whether those people knew it or not. To lose all control and be at the mercy of another was not something she fantasized about in the least. "They can try, but they'd probably end up with a knife in their bellies. Oh, whoops. No hints. Although, my fantasy is pretty specific, so I'm not sure if a hint would help you at this point."

Knowing that this was a hint in and of itself she shrugged and paused her stroking as she felt a finger exploring her wetness. It wasn't inside yet, merely lingering on the outside as if waiting for Arx herself to ask for it.

"Is your fantasy to be with someone you love? To fall deeply in love, marry, and start a family?" Though a fantasy many shared, it didn't mean that it wasn't without value. To spend the rest of one's life with someone was a soft, comforting thought for most, but perhaps it wouldn't be so to a whore. Her face became less flirty and more genuine, not wanting to downplay the validity of such a fantasy should it turn out to be true.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mellavia laughed at Arx’s “no”, becoming convinced that forcing “Verigge” would indeed end with a knife in the guts. The tiefling was impressed. But then, Arx was asking her next question, and Mellavia’s voice caught in her throat. It was intend the purple temptress’s dearest sexual fantasy to be a wife. It was a combination of the idea of being fully owned, of someone taking responsibility for her and for her pleasure and theirs, as well as the promise of it, of being with a person who had declared before the gods and mortal witnesses that she was theirs, and that they would never leave. That was what she wanted more than anything, but tieflings weren’t common on the Tescinelle, and she hadn’t met anyone, even among her lovers, who would do such a thing, especially with the particular kind of tiefling she was.

“Yes,” she gasped out, and lay still with her finger just inside Arx’s outer lips. A moment passed, and then her eyes started to water. Overwhelmed, Mellavia reached around Arx and pulled her body close, clutching her desperately as tears rushed down her face. Her arousal didn’t dim in the slightest, but she began to worry that Arx’s would. Luckily the kindness and playfulness Arx had shown her made her believe the session could be salvaged.

She started laughing nervously between tears. “Oh,” she started, her voice cracked and wavered. “Oh, you poor thing. You’ve paid for and arranged to be serviced and here your whore is, crying in your arms.”

 

[Poprockz]

The long pause and subsequent breakdown clued Arx in that it was indeed a sore spot for her, and she could imagine why. A lot of whores had to deal with the very height of hypocrisy: being desired and fucked by men while at the same time being treated as expendable and unworthy. It was a paradox put in place by those who had coin in order to make sure that their favorite whores would never leave. It was such a shame, as in Arx’s eyes, they were working a job just like the rest of the people.

Her hand slid up her belly to cup her cheek in a gentle gesture. “You’re also a person, Mellavia,” she responded quietly, allowing the tiefling to cry.

“And… if I’m being truthful, I came here to speak with Mellavia the archeologist, not Mellavia the prostitute, so while I find you beyond hot, I would be alright if you just wanted to talk.”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Arx’s words touched Mellavia to her core, her eyes brightens mg despite her tears. “You’re sweet.” She took a deep breath, then cycled through a range of emotions when her previous profession was mentioned.

Settling on acceptance and resignation, she sighed. “So that’s why you arranged this.” She let her fingers draw lazy circles on Arx’s back. “I assumed it was something.” Another frown, another repressed emotion. Less heartbreak this time, more impotent frustration. “I’m not sure how much I can help you. There are people who would be upset about it, even here in Qelaz.”

With wary eyes and a worried smile, Mellavia placed her palms against Arx’s skin with a bit of reassuring pressure, although even she wasn’t sure who she was trying to reassure. “What do you need from the archeologist, then?”

 

[Poprockz]

Arx crawled to the side of Mellavia’s body and sat next to her, the plush pillows at her back. The idea had been that they would suitably prop her up, but they ended up slumping a backwards, giving her a bit of a recline. Though she enjoyed the closeness of laying on top of her, she hardly thought it was the best position to have a conversation in. Her leg was nestled along the other woman’s body for that familiar warmth, liking how comfortable it felt.

It wasn’t as comforting to know that there would be angry with the whore for divulging… that complicated things. She figured it was nabbing an ancient artifact, but this made it seem like some sort of mysterious item involved in some secret society.

“I need to know why you and your team abandoned the Delathi ruins,” she replied, looking over with some hesitation, “would telling me put you in danger? Would you need a place to go?”

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Mellavia absentmindedly stroked Arx's leg with her hand. For some reason she couldn't keep her hands off her. Sharing the warmth of their bodies, feeling the rise and fall of each other's generous chests, it made a fire building between Mellavia's legs.

She couldn't help but smile at the concern Arx was showing her, and it wasn't entirely unwarranted. This, she could do, though. "Oh, no. Not at all. That part's common enough knowledge." Mellavia said easily, relaxed, open. "The Lady of Rionne banned us. It's against the law to set foot on Delathi ruins on her lands."

Arx would be able to hear the frustration in her voice. "That's why I moved across the river, here to Qelaz. Well, part of why."

 

[justspitballing]

Sprite had no intent to cause a consenting display of sexual kinks any harm. She left the door slightly open as the two had suggested.

“I’ll tell the other guests they are worried for nothing. Make your whipping as hard as needed,” Sprite said as she parted.

It was good to know that it was her nerves that had gotten to her, and not an actual threat. It was also good to know that she could still preform her tasks properly despite everything that had happened to Sprite that day. The whole encounter actually put a smile on her face. But she had gotten carried away and now had ignored her actual main task.

Sprite returned to the room where Mellavia and Arx had been trying to flirt with one another. She put her head to the door and quickly heard the indication that they had actually progressed to something a bit more properly sexual. Sprite didn’t want to interrupt it, it seemed a lot more tantalizing to simply listen, but the two started to actually talk about business. That Sprite needed to be a part of so she walked back into the room. It was impossible for her to sneak in as she had snuck out earlier.

“I was just hearing you pause the actual playful business for proper talk. I would need to be part of the talks as I’m going to be needed security for the endeavour,” Sprite stated, but she realized she needed a bit more explanation for why she had walked out in the first place and why she had been spying on them.

“There was a concern in a room close by that I had to deal with, that was all. And when I got back I didn’t want to interrupt such a skilled being in their craft. Besides, I do like just listening and watching sometimes,” Sprite said.

She had just caught the name Rionne as she entered back in.

 

[Poprockz]

“Hmm…” she thought to herself, wondering what to ask next. The noble had made it seem as though she had actually been in the ruins, so she thought there would be some first-hand knowledge regarding the place. Her answer made it seem as though the whole endeavor had been purely theoretical though..,

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and she found herself to be relieved to see Sprite once more. That place was a maze, so she wouldn’t have been surprised if she had gotten lost for longer.

Arx raised her eyebrow at Sprite, wondering to herself whether she had failed to locate their half-orc companion, or whether she was keeping that info to herself. Regardless, it was amusing to her that Sprite was admiring to enjoying being the witness to a bit of voyerism.

“Well, I have no objections being watched,” Arx shrugged. “But Mellavia was just telling me that they never actually went into the ruins, so we may not be able to find out what’s inside.” A troubled sigh escaped her, thinking about how the inside would likely have unexpected traps and such.