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<blockquote data-quote="Aholibamah" data-source="post: 3684956" data-attributes="member: 53031"><p><strong>The Best Brothel in Town</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>NOTE: The Scenes in this scenario are rated "R" and are not appropriate for younger viewers as they may contain scenes of drug use, prostitution and so on. </strong> </p><p></p><p>Porphyry House like Bone's Tower had a lot of space around it. It was not as though the area was shunned--a sort of market teeming with peddlers selling everything from shoes to herbs to fish to grilled rats swarmed a respectful distance away from the softly gleaming purple-brown building that stood like a queen among beggars. Beggars there were too, infested, ragged, reeking, some hobbling on one leg, some on none, some crusted with sores, some with weeping sores, all foul and unsettlingly alive in spite of the odds against them. Near naked children, some of mixed race, scuttled among the crowd, looking to pick pockets, carry messages or on errands. More than one drunk passed out or staggering was seen, a small line formed near a little shed that was well stuff out of a couple of tar patched barrels. Mugs, cupped hands, hats were placed up as coppers clinked into a bowl guarded by a burly hairy thug with the telltale signs of ogrish blood in his overhanging hairy forehead. The nearby buildings were rickety, made from old remnants of the ruins, driftwood and debris from sunken ships. Now and then a well armed looking mariner type and his cronies would eye the adventurers warily but for the most part people gave them a wide berth. </p><p></p><p>"Hm...there is some respect for this brothel." observed Aevar.</p><p></p><p>"Yes...and look at the guards!" pointed out Mereka.</p><p></p><p>The guards were male and female, in ceremonial but effective looking plate mail of silvered plate and gilded chain, which looked excellently designed to show off the magnificent physiques as well as look impressive. Each had a halberd and a falchion. Unsettlingly their helms' faceplates looked like expressionless white masks. </p><p></p><p>"Shall we?" Kallyn suggested. "Listen, let's try to be alert and be ready to fight our way out if need be."</p><p>The others nodded but they were soon to forget this plan...</p><p></p><p>The group made their way up the steps towards the entrance, whose double doors were carved with entwined naked bodies clearly meant to be writhing in ecstasy. As they went through the crowd Aevar ducked into an alley and used his invisibility ring, then tailed along after the group. He tapped Kallyn's shoulder and whispered to her what he had done. She nodded and passed the word along. Aevar smiled as Marlee looked directly at him. </p><p></p><p>"Is the...er...house open?" asked Mereka.</p><p></p><p>"Yes." a muffled voice came from the male guard. "There is a fee. Ten gold pieces each."</p><p></p><p>The group muttered some choice things among themselves about highway robbery but each paid. There was a satchel over the shoulder of the female guard and into this bag went the carefully counted out money. In exchange the doors were swung open and an extraordinary vision greeted them. </p><p></p><p>The huge chamber was lit with numerous candles which were lit by magical light. The walls were covered with purple and red curtains and here and there erotic paintings. These were subtle and inviting--one that caught Kallyn's eye showed a woman descending naked into a bath, the painting showing mostly the curve of back and neck and the elegance of her arms rising up to unpin her hair. The soft pattering sound of water came from fountains that lay at the edges of the room, with gardens of flowers and small trees around them. A domed archway lay to the south and in the center was a great banqueting table. As they watched they could see a number of folk enjoying themselves on the padded benches that lay about the room.</p><p></p><p>Here were clearly successful mercenaries or corsairs, their clothing somewhat grubby and worn but their weapons and armor of excellent quality. A shaven haired man in red robes with designs tattooed on his head was drinking from a goblet and smiling as a serving woman in diaphanous gown, her dark hair pinned up and her supple arms bare, made her way past him, smiling flirtatiously. </p><p></p><p>A similar young woman with dark hair pinned up in an elaborate braid approached. Her gown was of a silky material that suggested the shape of her body but revealed little in actual fact. She smiled warmly and said, "Welcome to Porphyry House. Would you care to come in and relax for a bit?"</p><p></p><p>"Thank you," said Mereka, smiling back. "Very kind."</p><p></p><p>The group made their way in and in fact it was not difficult to act natural. They had been travelling for over a week, with little better food than the chowder they'd had days ago. There had been no real opportunity to relax, bathe, change into anything other than their spare clothes. While magic helped with such things it wasn't the same as actually being in civilization. The food was good and fresh--delicious peaches and plums, berries in cream, hot fresh biscuits baked with spicey cheese, roasted chicken with lemon and pepper, fish broiled in wine, strips of lamb crusted with spices, warm bread gleaming with saffron oil. There were wines of rare make such as they had never tasted. Good water they had always (they had an Everfull Jug) but the water that could be brought by soft eyed serving maids here tasted as though it came from a mountain spring. </p><p></p><p>As they looked round they would see a statue of a girl in the garden by one of the fountains, crouching as though to protect her nakedness, half shy and half curious as she unexpectedly saw a youth turned profile as he had been stepping into the fountain, his arousal at the point of rising. The subtlty of the eroticism of the room startled and enticed them. </p><p></p><p>Aevar meanwhile slipped away up and through the archway. Beyond this was another big room which had at the far end twin arching stairways moving up to doorways. However what froze him in place for a moment was the sight of ten porphyry statues of beautiful men and women by fountain gardens similar to the ones in the room he had just left. These statues however were moving...gliding motions as they stood in place, hands enticing, hips swaying. Their expressions ranged from calm to ecstatic. Aevar felt a chill in his blood. Who would go to such trouble over a brothel in a place like this? This was more like a palace than a whorehouse. Who <em>was </em> this Wulvera? Greatly disturbed he went through the room. He noticed that those guests who had been led in here had to register and leave their weapons in trunks placed in a sideroom. The guests apparently were given a key to the strongboxes their gear was placed in. He noted that for later and after some hesitation picked the left hand stairway. </p><p></p><p>Down in the other room Kallyn had thought to warn the others not to eat too much--rich food such as this might slow them up a bit if they did have to fight, but at that moment Dassah ran her hands through her hair and sighed, looking at the fountains. "I wish I'd had a bath before we came...if there was such a thing available in this city...I feel like a street urchin." The movement lifted her bosom and Kallyn felt desire make her flush warmly. She loved Dassah's contrasting gentleness and softness. "Maybe we can have one here." The sight of Shannow, Corwin and Ini gorging themselves seemed to fade from her mind. </p><p></p><p>"Did I hear someway say 'bath'?" a passing serving maid asked pleasantly. "We do have a bathing chamber here if you'd care to. And may I ask how Porphyry House can serve you?" she looked between the two as if calculating something.</p><p></p><p>"Well...we wanted to register for the orgy but we'd also love to try your bath." Kallyn said with enthusiasm.</p><p></p><p>"Oh yes? Excellent then...I see your companions are still enjoying the refreshments so perhaps you'd like to come with me?" </p><p></p><p>The two followed the swaying body of the maid up the stairs. Both gasped at the sight of the moving statues. "That's amazing...where did such things come from?" Dassah exclaimed. </p><p></p><p>"A magician donated them to the house...I'm afraid it is something of a mystery." laughed the maid. "But there will be time for such tales...come..."</p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>Down in the foyer Marlee sat restlessly on a padded bench, picking at her food. She was getting moodier now that they were here. The whole place seemed to her to be like a big cage. She was not really interested in human mating practices which she found boring and slightly disgusting. </p><p></p><p>Zanith had entirely forgotten his promise to reconnoiter the building--Kallyn didn't seem interested anyway and he had had a nice goblet of wine all to himself. He decided to hide among the plants and rest. </p><p></p><p>Mereka strolled around the gallery, looking at the artwork. While she didn't approve of secular brothels she wondered if some of it could be purchased for the temple back home--Ishtar was goddess of love after all as well as war...</p><p></p><p>"I notice you like our paintings..." observed a dark haired maid, approaching.</p><p>"Oh yes," Mereka said, "I quite admire them--I hesitate to offend but are any of them for sale? Or could I possibly meet the artist who painted them?"</p><p>"Well we actually have our own artist and sculptor...I'm sure that a special commission could be done..." the maid began. </p><p></p><p>Shannow was uncomfortable. He kept a tight rein on his wolf and raven. He was still sort of stunned...a serving woman had asked him if he intended to bring his animals with him. He had replied "I never go anywhere without them." The woman smiled knowingly and said, "here there's an extra fee for that." </p><p></p><p>What in the world had she meant? She couldn't have...could she?</p><p></p><p>Ini and Corwin had disappeared...well, gone up the stairs anyway. Shannow glanced at Marlee, but she seemed lost in her own thoughts and he didn't want to bother her. Somewhat miserably he sipped his goblet of water. There were no women of virtue in the cities, not even his friends, it seemed. Nor men either, when it came right down to it. He found himself dreaming of the mountain forests of his youth...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aholibamah, post: 3684956, member: 53031"] [b]The Best Brothel in Town[/b] [B]NOTE: The Scenes in this scenario are rated "R" and are not appropriate for younger viewers as they may contain scenes of drug use, prostitution and so on. [/B] Porphyry House like Bone's Tower had a lot of space around it. It was not as though the area was shunned--a sort of market teeming with peddlers selling everything from shoes to herbs to fish to grilled rats swarmed a respectful distance away from the softly gleaming purple-brown building that stood like a queen among beggars. Beggars there were too, infested, ragged, reeking, some hobbling on one leg, some on none, some crusted with sores, some with weeping sores, all foul and unsettlingly alive in spite of the odds against them. Near naked children, some of mixed race, scuttled among the crowd, looking to pick pockets, carry messages or on errands. More than one drunk passed out or staggering was seen, a small line formed near a little shed that was well stuff out of a couple of tar patched barrels. Mugs, cupped hands, hats were placed up as coppers clinked into a bowl guarded by a burly hairy thug with the telltale signs of ogrish blood in his overhanging hairy forehead. The nearby buildings were rickety, made from old remnants of the ruins, driftwood and debris from sunken ships. Now and then a well armed looking mariner type and his cronies would eye the adventurers warily but for the most part people gave them a wide berth. "Hm...there is some respect for this brothel." observed Aevar. "Yes...and look at the guards!" pointed out Mereka. The guards were male and female, in ceremonial but effective looking plate mail of silvered plate and gilded chain, which looked excellently designed to show off the magnificent physiques as well as look impressive. Each had a halberd and a falchion. Unsettlingly their helms' faceplates looked like expressionless white masks. "Shall we?" Kallyn suggested. "Listen, let's try to be alert and be ready to fight our way out if need be." The others nodded but they were soon to forget this plan... The group made their way up the steps towards the entrance, whose double doors were carved with entwined naked bodies clearly meant to be writhing in ecstasy. As they went through the crowd Aevar ducked into an alley and used his invisibility ring, then tailed along after the group. He tapped Kallyn's shoulder and whispered to her what he had done. She nodded and passed the word along. Aevar smiled as Marlee looked directly at him. "Is the...er...house open?" asked Mereka. "Yes." a muffled voice came from the male guard. "There is a fee. Ten gold pieces each." The group muttered some choice things among themselves about highway robbery but each paid. There was a satchel over the shoulder of the female guard and into this bag went the carefully counted out money. In exchange the doors were swung open and an extraordinary vision greeted them. The huge chamber was lit with numerous candles which were lit by magical light. The walls were covered with purple and red curtains and here and there erotic paintings. These were subtle and inviting--one that caught Kallyn's eye showed a woman descending naked into a bath, the painting showing mostly the curve of back and neck and the elegance of her arms rising up to unpin her hair. The soft pattering sound of water came from fountains that lay at the edges of the room, with gardens of flowers and small trees around them. A domed archway lay to the south and in the center was a great banqueting table. As they watched they could see a number of folk enjoying themselves on the padded benches that lay about the room. Here were clearly successful mercenaries or corsairs, their clothing somewhat grubby and worn but their weapons and armor of excellent quality. A shaven haired man in red robes with designs tattooed on his head was drinking from a goblet and smiling as a serving woman in diaphanous gown, her dark hair pinned up and her supple arms bare, made her way past him, smiling flirtatiously. A similar young woman with dark hair pinned up in an elaborate braid approached. Her gown was of a silky material that suggested the shape of her body but revealed little in actual fact. She smiled warmly and said, "Welcome to Porphyry House. Would you care to come in and relax for a bit?" "Thank you," said Mereka, smiling back. "Very kind." The group made their way in and in fact it was not difficult to act natural. They had been travelling for over a week, with little better food than the chowder they'd had days ago. There had been no real opportunity to relax, bathe, change into anything other than their spare clothes. While magic helped with such things it wasn't the same as actually being in civilization. The food was good and fresh--delicious peaches and plums, berries in cream, hot fresh biscuits baked with spicey cheese, roasted chicken with lemon and pepper, fish broiled in wine, strips of lamb crusted with spices, warm bread gleaming with saffron oil. There were wines of rare make such as they had never tasted. Good water they had always (they had an Everfull Jug) but the water that could be brought by soft eyed serving maids here tasted as though it came from a mountain spring. As they looked round they would see a statue of a girl in the garden by one of the fountains, crouching as though to protect her nakedness, half shy and half curious as she unexpectedly saw a youth turned profile as he had been stepping into the fountain, his arousal at the point of rising. The subtlty of the eroticism of the room startled and enticed them. Aevar meanwhile slipped away up and through the archway. Beyond this was another big room which had at the far end twin arching stairways moving up to doorways. However what froze him in place for a moment was the sight of ten porphyry statues of beautiful men and women by fountain gardens similar to the ones in the room he had just left. These statues however were moving...gliding motions as they stood in place, hands enticing, hips swaying. Their expressions ranged from calm to ecstatic. Aevar felt a chill in his blood. Who would go to such trouble over a brothel in a place like this? This was more like a palace than a whorehouse. Who [I]was [/I] this Wulvera? Greatly disturbed he went through the room. He noticed that those guests who had been led in here had to register and leave their weapons in trunks placed in a sideroom. The guests apparently were given a key to the strongboxes their gear was placed in. He noted that for later and after some hesitation picked the left hand stairway. Down in the other room Kallyn had thought to warn the others not to eat too much--rich food such as this might slow them up a bit if they did have to fight, but at that moment Dassah ran her hands through her hair and sighed, looking at the fountains. "I wish I'd had a bath before we came...if there was such a thing available in this city...I feel like a street urchin." The movement lifted her bosom and Kallyn felt desire make her flush warmly. She loved Dassah's contrasting gentleness and softness. "Maybe we can have one here." The sight of Shannow, Corwin and Ini gorging themselves seemed to fade from her mind. "Did I hear someway say 'bath'?" a passing serving maid asked pleasantly. "We do have a bathing chamber here if you'd care to. And may I ask how Porphyry House can serve you?" she looked between the two as if calculating something. "Well...we wanted to register for the orgy but we'd also love to try your bath." Kallyn said with enthusiasm. "Oh yes? Excellent then...I see your companions are still enjoying the refreshments so perhaps you'd like to come with me?" The two followed the swaying body of the maid up the stairs. Both gasped at the sight of the moving statues. "That's amazing...where did such things come from?" Dassah exclaimed. "A magician donated them to the house...I'm afraid it is something of a mystery." laughed the maid. "But there will be time for such tales...come..." * * * Down in the foyer Marlee sat restlessly on a padded bench, picking at her food. She was getting moodier now that they were here. The whole place seemed to her to be like a big cage. She was not really interested in human mating practices which she found boring and slightly disgusting. Zanith had entirely forgotten his promise to reconnoiter the building--Kallyn didn't seem interested anyway and he had had a nice goblet of wine all to himself. He decided to hide among the plants and rest. Mereka strolled around the gallery, looking at the artwork. While she didn't approve of secular brothels she wondered if some of it could be purchased for the temple back home--Ishtar was goddess of love after all as well as war... "I notice you like our paintings..." observed a dark haired maid, approaching. "Oh yes," Mereka said, "I quite admire them--I hesitate to offend but are any of them for sale? Or could I possibly meet the artist who painted them?" "Well we actually have our own artist and sculptor...I'm sure that a special commission could be done..." the maid began. Shannow was uncomfortable. He kept a tight rein on his wolf and raven. He was still sort of stunned...a serving woman had asked him if he intended to bring his animals with him. He had replied "I never go anywhere without them." The woman smiled knowingly and said, "here there's an extra fee for that." What in the world had she meant? She couldn't have...could she? Ini and Corwin had disappeared...well, gone up the stairs anyway. Shannow glanced at Marlee, but she seemed lost in her own thoughts and he didn't want to bother her. Somewhat miserably he sipped his goblet of water. There were no women of virtue in the cities, not even his friends, it seemed. Nor men either, when it came right down to it. He found himself dreaming of the mountain forests of his youth... [/QUOTE]
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