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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 1876333" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Temptations of the Flesh - Part 2: Of Servants and Gifts</strong></p><p></p><p>They were led back into the west wing of the house, up a flight of stairs to the guest quarters. The quarters of the manse were arranged down a long, "I"-shaped corridor. Each guest's equipment was delivered to his or her room, along with a servant holding evening attire for the evening. Once they were settled in, each servant ushered his charge out into the hallway.</p><p></p><p>"Where are we going?" asked Sebastian nervously.</p><p></p><p>"It is customary to take a bath before dining," said Quintus, "especially in the presence of Coryani nobility."</p><p></p><p>Sebastian froze. </p><p></p><p>"What's wrong?" asked Kham.</p><p></p><p>"I…can't take a bath."</p><p></p><p>"If you ask me, you need one," said Kham. "You spend all that time wrapped up in that black overcoat. I think you could use a little airing out, if you know what I mean."</p><p></p><p>The servant tugged at his arm. Sebastian wouldn't look at him. "I can't. I have my reasons."</p><p></p><p>He ducked back into his room and slammed the door. </p><p></p><p>"What's his problem?" asked Kham. </p><p></p><p>Sebastian's door slammed shut. "Perhaps he is modest," said Beldin.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė walked beside the men as the servants led them on. </p><p></p><p>"Speaking of modesty…" said Quintus, his gaze flickering to Ilmarė. </p><p></p><p>Ilmarė returned his gaze. "Don't project your human prudery on me," she said flatly. "I don't mind bathing in the presence of males."</p><p></p><p>Kham grinned a wicked grin. "Neither do we."</p><p></p><p>The servant tugged insistently on Ilmarė's arm. "Fine, I will adhere to your ridiculous customs," she said. And with that, she was led to a separate bath.</p><p></p><p>A wave of steam and heat greeted her as the servant opened the large wooden door. Inside, large steaming pools of water and a servant girl waited with a horsehair brush. </p><p></p><p>Ilmarė disrobed and let loose her long, silver hair from the headband she normally wore. </p><p></p><p>"Mind the hair," she said, shaking her tresses out. "The purple streaks are easy to wash out and hard to dye." She lifted one handful of hair to demonstrate the purple highlights.</p><p></p><p>The servant girl nodded mutely and went to work scrubbing her elven charge.</p><p></p><p>There was a knock at the door. The female servant handed Ilmarė a large towel and held it up just as another man entered. </p><p></p><p>Ilmarė stood up from the bath, stepping beyond the towel. The intruder averted his eyes and cleared his throat.</p><p></p><p>"Yes?" she said after a moment, still dripping from the bath.</p><p></p><p>"I-I have come with greetings from my master," he said. "My master understands that since you are Elorii, you may not have brought a gift for your host, as is customary here in the Empire."</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė's lip curled in a sneer. "It is true that I am unfamiliar with your customs."</p><p></p><p>"As such, my master does not wish for you to embarrass yourself this evening. My master has asked me to bring you a gift fit for the High General."</p><p></p><p>He extended a small wooden box in her general direction.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė snorted and took the box from him. She opened it and looked inside for a moment. Then she snapped it shut.</p><p></p><p>"What is this creature?"</p><p></p><p>The servant smiled, sneaking a glance at her unclothed form. "The High General will know."</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė shook her head. "I'm sure he will. And who is this master of yours?"</p><p></p><p>The servant took a step back. "I have been instructed not to say," he said. "My master wishes for you not to feel obligated." And with that, he backed out of the room.</p><p></p><p>The female servant, having given up on trying to get Ilmarė to cover herself with the towel, offered her evening clothes. In the distance, Ilmarė's sensitive hearing could make out the bell signaling dinner.</p><p></p><p>Ilmarė held the clothes up to her body. It was a long woman's tunic, made of two wide pieces of cloth sewn together almost to the top, leaving just enough room for armholes. It was girded once under the breast and, judging from how the servant girl was dressed, was girdled again at the hips. It was also entirely impractical for combat.</p><p></p><p>"Stupid human clothing," she said.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 1876333, member: 3285"] [b]Temptations of the Flesh - Part 2: Of Servants and Gifts[/b] They were led back into the west wing of the house, up a flight of stairs to the guest quarters. The quarters of the manse were arranged down a long, "I"-shaped corridor. Each guest's equipment was delivered to his or her room, along with a servant holding evening attire for the evening. Once they were settled in, each servant ushered his charge out into the hallway. "Where are we going?" asked Sebastian nervously. "It is customary to take a bath before dining," said Quintus, "especially in the presence of Coryani nobility." Sebastian froze. "What's wrong?" asked Kham. "I…can't take a bath." "If you ask me, you need one," said Kham. "You spend all that time wrapped up in that black overcoat. I think you could use a little airing out, if you know what I mean." The servant tugged at his arm. Sebastian wouldn't look at him. "I can't. I have my reasons." He ducked back into his room and slammed the door. "What's his problem?" asked Kham. Sebastian's door slammed shut. "Perhaps he is modest," said Beldin. Ilmarė walked beside the men as the servants led them on. "Speaking of modesty…" said Quintus, his gaze flickering to Ilmarė. Ilmarė returned his gaze. "Don't project your human prudery on me," she said flatly. "I don't mind bathing in the presence of males." Kham grinned a wicked grin. "Neither do we." The servant tugged insistently on Ilmarė's arm. "Fine, I will adhere to your ridiculous customs," she said. And with that, she was led to a separate bath. A wave of steam and heat greeted her as the servant opened the large wooden door. Inside, large steaming pools of water and a servant girl waited with a horsehair brush. Ilmarė disrobed and let loose her long, silver hair from the headband she normally wore. "Mind the hair," she said, shaking her tresses out. "The purple streaks are easy to wash out and hard to dye." She lifted one handful of hair to demonstrate the purple highlights. The servant girl nodded mutely and went to work scrubbing her elven charge. There was a knock at the door. The female servant handed Ilmarė a large towel and held it up just as another man entered. Ilmarė stood up from the bath, stepping beyond the towel. The intruder averted his eyes and cleared his throat. "Yes?" she said after a moment, still dripping from the bath. "I-I have come with greetings from my master," he said. "My master understands that since you are Elorii, you may not have brought a gift for your host, as is customary here in the Empire." Ilmarė's lip curled in a sneer. "It is true that I am unfamiliar with your customs." "As such, my master does not wish for you to embarrass yourself this evening. My master has asked me to bring you a gift fit for the High General." He extended a small wooden box in her general direction. Ilmarė snorted and took the box from him. She opened it and looked inside for a moment. Then she snapped it shut. "What is this creature?" The servant smiled, sneaking a glance at her unclothed form. "The High General will know." Ilmarė shook her head. "I'm sure he will. And who is this master of yours?" The servant took a step back. "I have been instructed not to say," he said. "My master wishes for you not to feel obligated." And with that, he backed out of the room. The female servant, having given up on trying to get Ilmarė to cover herself with the towel, offered her evening clothes. In the distance, Ilmarė's sensitive hearing could make out the bell signaling dinner. Ilmarė held the clothes up to her body. It was a long woman's tunic, made of two wide pieces of cloth sewn together almost to the top, leaving just enough room for armholes. It was girded once under the breast and, judging from how the servant girl was dressed, was girdled again at the hips. It was also entirely impractical for combat. "Stupid human clothing," she said. [/QUOTE]
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