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<blockquote data-quote="Aholibamah" data-source="post: 3709092" data-attributes="member: 53031"><p>Kallyn and Dassah had met with the most exotic person they had ever seen to register for the orgy. She wore a hoodlike veil that was beautifully embroidered with gold and scarlet thread woven over the dark purplish material, framing lovely light brown features and full lips, very dark almost black eyes that seemed to rarely blink. They sat on a cushioned bench, holding hands, feeling barbaric and almost grubby as the beautiful lady asked them discreet but probing questions about their sexual preferences. The two girls blushing admitted they might prefer to be voyeurs at first. </p><p></p><p>"Ahhhhh, I see," murmured the lady, who was called Livia. "Well young love sometimes does not care to be much interrupted..."</p><p></p><p>Having paid the fees and made the arrangements Kallyn inquired about the house's baths---were they available?</p><p></p><p>"But of course..." Livia pulled a bell cord and summoned one of the servants. "I'm sure you will feel the better for it--and perhaps might wish to take advantage of one of our rooms afterwards in order to relax?"</p><p></p><p>The baths were a splendid affair--marble walls and floors gave the impression of being in a glowing cave, the lamplight playing on the movement of the waters. The bath was not a simple matter. </p><p></p><p>Kallyn and Dassah undressed and requested that their clothing be cleaned--they had decided to stay for a few hours. Each of them was scrubbed in a small room where a fountain drained into a trough in the floor, scrubbed until they were rosey and flushed from it, every inch of their skin tingling. To be so clean after weeks of travel with only a quick wash on a ship or in a stream was ecstasy.</p><p></p><p>Following this they went to the larger bathing area to relax and soak. A couple of other female patrons were at the farther end, nodding to them but clearly not much interested in conversation. A fountain stood in the middle of the pool making a soft pattering sound. There seemed to be a current in the water--looking around Kallyn could see metal grates on the sides of the pool underwater. "How clever." she thought. </p><p></p><p>She delighted in seeing Dassah as she stepped down into the pool, her long hair damply clinging to her bare arms and shoulders, her lovely body swaying. Unable to resist taking her in her arms, Kallyn sighed with delight. </p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>Mereka meanwhile had gone into the room with the moving statues and was watching them curiously. She was starting to feel a little uneasy--while a brothel this place clearly had strong magic to be able to use it merely to entertain. And she as yet still had no clear sense of the people in the place. Their very mystery worried her--while put such an elegant brothel in a cesspit of a city like this? It made little sense. However she was reluctant to do obvious magic and display that she was a priestess--who knew who might betray her to the mysterious ur-priests who ruled the city? Best to be discreet. She decided to hope her companions might be discreet enough to scope the place out and then leave. </p><p></p><p>* * *</p><p></p><p>Aevar had been wandering the place the whole time--he was forced to sneak around, discreetly as possible, slipping past the armored guards who patrolled the inner hallways, avoiding brushing against servants. The place was big, well appointed, elegant and very clean. It was floored mostly in the inner halls with soft beautiful carpets. It was lit almost everywhere with everburning candles. He had found a library of pornography which seemed to also have records of the activities of patrons--some of which made his flesh creep and others which made him blush furiously. </p><p></p><p>He had listened and peered in when possible in the assignation rooms. Oddly the madams who supervised the place treated the prostitutes, male and female, as though they were ignorant savages or animals--speaking ot them sharply, with snapped fingers and warning glances. He heard one or two of the girls speak--haltingly, with strange accents that puzzled and disturbed him. He had studied languages at the Academy and was familiar with at least the sound of many as a merchant's son but had never heard anything like these folk before. They all bore similar rings on their fingers--a sign of slavery or simply of bondage to the Porphyry House? </p><p></p><p>Aevar was too experienced to believe he would stay uncaught for long. The very sense of order and calm in such a place as this was profoundly wrong to him. He had wanted to enter one of the statelier looking rooms but a menacing looking statue of a tall stern woman was in front of it. He couldn't take a chance on it being a golem or guardian statue of some kind with his friends unaware and so he avoided the room, hoping perhaps someone might come out of it at some point. </p><p></p><p>What did happen to his great relief was that a door to a personal room opened as he prowled one of the hallways. Going inside he saw many luxurious personal items and found a funny smell--faintly unpleasant and swampy--in the room, though he had no explanation for it. Odd. He discreetly used his spirit sight but saw nothing unseen and so he removed one of his gloves to test his psychometric powers in the place. One of the first things he did was to touch the wall, which revealed to him that it could open up. Ahah! Aevar felt along it and heard a small catch open. He leaned and pushed gently until he felt it slide open. </p><p></p><p>A long stairway going down was revealed to him. He moved down it. There was a faint luminous light coming from the walls, a cool blue twilight that led him down. And down. And down. </p><p></p><p>It was an awful long way. It was making Aevar nervous. How long was this going to go for? The air was actually substantially cooler after a time. Furthermore the stairs were BIG--as though they were made for giants to walk down. Would there be giants? He wished his companions might be present if there were. He'd just go on a little more and then maybe head back...</p><p></p><p>Then he saw something in the shadows ahead. At first he couldn't believe his eyes. The stairs had opened up into a long hallway. </p><p></p><p>There looming before him, sleek, almost metallic, menacing and monstrous was a spiderlike creature the size of an elephant. It seemed to be all angles and razors, and eight black eyes stared directly at him. For a moment, just a split second, neither moved. Then its eyes were flashing--he heard a terrifying crack as blue white lighting arced at him. Aevar managed to absorb the energy and didn't hesitate--he turned and ran as fast as he could. However his heart sank--this was no ponderous monster, it was running as fast as any spider could but many times larger. He felt an unpleasant energy rake him and he managed to resist whatever horrible effect it might be but knew he had mere moments before the thing caught up to him. Gods! He KNEW it was right behind him. </p><p></p><p>Before he could turn, grab his magical rod, do anything, he felt something like a sword punch into his leg, almost pinning him to the floor. With a shriek of pain he fell. The blade slide out and he by sheer instinct rolled to avoid other slashing limbs as the horror loomed over him. He managed to send a thought to Marlee--warning her to get out! </p><p></p><p>Unfortunately another warning had gone out before his.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aholibamah, post: 3709092, member: 53031"] Kallyn and Dassah had met with the most exotic person they had ever seen to register for the orgy. She wore a hoodlike veil that was beautifully embroidered with gold and scarlet thread woven over the dark purplish material, framing lovely light brown features and full lips, very dark almost black eyes that seemed to rarely blink. They sat on a cushioned bench, holding hands, feeling barbaric and almost grubby as the beautiful lady asked them discreet but probing questions about their sexual preferences. The two girls blushing admitted they might prefer to be voyeurs at first. "Ahhhhh, I see," murmured the lady, who was called Livia. "Well young love sometimes does not care to be much interrupted..." Having paid the fees and made the arrangements Kallyn inquired about the house's baths---were they available? "But of course..." Livia pulled a bell cord and summoned one of the servants. "I'm sure you will feel the better for it--and perhaps might wish to take advantage of one of our rooms afterwards in order to relax?" The baths were a splendid affair--marble walls and floors gave the impression of being in a glowing cave, the lamplight playing on the movement of the waters. The bath was not a simple matter. Kallyn and Dassah undressed and requested that their clothing be cleaned--they had decided to stay for a few hours. Each of them was scrubbed in a small room where a fountain drained into a trough in the floor, scrubbed until they were rosey and flushed from it, every inch of their skin tingling. To be so clean after weeks of travel with only a quick wash on a ship or in a stream was ecstasy. Following this they went to the larger bathing area to relax and soak. A couple of other female patrons were at the farther end, nodding to them but clearly not much interested in conversation. A fountain stood in the middle of the pool making a soft pattering sound. There seemed to be a current in the water--looking around Kallyn could see metal grates on the sides of the pool underwater. "How clever." she thought. She delighted in seeing Dassah as she stepped down into the pool, her long hair damply clinging to her bare arms and shoulders, her lovely body swaying. Unable to resist taking her in her arms, Kallyn sighed with delight. * * * Mereka meanwhile had gone into the room with the moving statues and was watching them curiously. She was starting to feel a little uneasy--while a brothel this place clearly had strong magic to be able to use it merely to entertain. And she as yet still had no clear sense of the people in the place. Their very mystery worried her--while put such an elegant brothel in a cesspit of a city like this? It made little sense. However she was reluctant to do obvious magic and display that she was a priestess--who knew who might betray her to the mysterious ur-priests who ruled the city? Best to be discreet. She decided to hope her companions might be discreet enough to scope the place out and then leave. * * * Aevar had been wandering the place the whole time--he was forced to sneak around, discreetly as possible, slipping past the armored guards who patrolled the inner hallways, avoiding brushing against servants. The place was big, well appointed, elegant and very clean. It was floored mostly in the inner halls with soft beautiful carpets. It was lit almost everywhere with everburning candles. He had found a library of pornography which seemed to also have records of the activities of patrons--some of which made his flesh creep and others which made him blush furiously. He had listened and peered in when possible in the assignation rooms. Oddly the madams who supervised the place treated the prostitutes, male and female, as though they were ignorant savages or animals--speaking ot them sharply, with snapped fingers and warning glances. He heard one or two of the girls speak--haltingly, with strange accents that puzzled and disturbed him. He had studied languages at the Academy and was familiar with at least the sound of many as a merchant's son but had never heard anything like these folk before. They all bore similar rings on their fingers--a sign of slavery or simply of bondage to the Porphyry House? Aevar was too experienced to believe he would stay uncaught for long. The very sense of order and calm in such a place as this was profoundly wrong to him. He had wanted to enter one of the statelier looking rooms but a menacing looking statue of a tall stern woman was in front of it. He couldn't take a chance on it being a golem or guardian statue of some kind with his friends unaware and so he avoided the room, hoping perhaps someone might come out of it at some point. What did happen to his great relief was that a door to a personal room opened as he prowled one of the hallways. Going inside he saw many luxurious personal items and found a funny smell--faintly unpleasant and swampy--in the room, though he had no explanation for it. Odd. He discreetly used his spirit sight but saw nothing unseen and so he removed one of his gloves to test his psychometric powers in the place. One of the first things he did was to touch the wall, which revealed to him that it could open up. Ahah! Aevar felt along it and heard a small catch open. He leaned and pushed gently until he felt it slide open. A long stairway going down was revealed to him. He moved down it. There was a faint luminous light coming from the walls, a cool blue twilight that led him down. And down. And down. It was an awful long way. It was making Aevar nervous. How long was this going to go for? The air was actually substantially cooler after a time. Furthermore the stairs were BIG--as though they were made for giants to walk down. Would there be giants? He wished his companions might be present if there were. He'd just go on a little more and then maybe head back... Then he saw something in the shadows ahead. At first he couldn't believe his eyes. The stairs had opened up into a long hallway. There looming before him, sleek, almost metallic, menacing and monstrous was a spiderlike creature the size of an elephant. It seemed to be all angles and razors, and eight black eyes stared directly at him. For a moment, just a split second, neither moved. Then its eyes were flashing--he heard a terrifying crack as blue white lighting arced at him. Aevar managed to absorb the energy and didn't hesitate--he turned and ran as fast as he could. However his heart sank--this was no ponderous monster, it was running as fast as any spider could but many times larger. He felt an unpleasant energy rake him and he managed to resist whatever horrible effect it might be but knew he had mere moments before the thing caught up to him. Gods! He KNEW it was right behind him. Before he could turn, grab his magical rod, do anything, he felt something like a sword punch into his leg, almost pinning him to the floor. With a shriek of pain he fell. The blade slide out and he by sheer instinct rolled to avoid other slashing limbs as the horror loomed over him. He managed to send a thought to Marlee--warning her to get out! Unfortunately another warning had gone out before his. [/QUOTE]
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