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(A thread for some side derp based off of Coraline's Den. Was considering naming this fluffy-tailed eventual-walkies edition, but this is potentially a bit more generally useful)
@Astarte
The blind girl wore a beautiful suit which she, of course, had never laid eyes on. It wasn't the most feminine option on offer; a black coat with matching trousers and a blue shirt underneath, all woven out of fae spidersilk, to which she had added a pair of black leather shoes and a blindfold of the same material with red eyes embroidered across the full length of it. But while she didn't have the exaggerated hourglass that so many denizens of Acheron possessed, the impeccable tailoring combined with her narrow waist, noticeable hips, and bust ensured that she looked tomboyish instead of manly. That was important, because it was a suit intended for business in Acheron when she did not want the people she was dealing with thinking too much about what was between her legs.
Despite that, she'd not been wearing it to the meeting she'd attended just hours prior. Her hair was still damp as a result of the shower she'd needed afterward. She'd not been able to do anything with it in the brief time remaining before her next appointment, so she allowed the long, snowy white tresses which transitioned into brilliant crimson at the tips to hang to the middle of her back. The kitsune's fully snow-white ears and tail, on the other hand, had received her attention in the form of a few drying cantrips.
To say it had been an interesting month would have been an understatement. Oormi had gone from a naive flower of the fae sanctuary to a hedonist as bad as her sisters, because of her sisters. All it had taken was that one lapse in judgment and she'd become addicted. With her eyes metaphorically opened to the pleasure, she'd been fucking and fighting, often combining the two pastimes, at every opportunity, and there were many in Acheron. Indeed, she'd just voluntarily spent three days as a prostitute in which her main prize had been the new sexual experiences rather than the coin.
The coin had its uses too, however. That was why she sat in the lone chair in one of the lesser chambers afforded to the workers of Coraline's Den, in a corner facing the door. The room she'd been given for this venture was one of the simpler options, for thriftier customers and less marketable workers -- understandable, given that she was an on-and-off freelancer and they were losing a debt slave in this transaction. The plaster walls were bare of any decorations except for stains of dubious origin. The wooden plank floors creaked louder than the brothel's collective bed frames. In this case, the bed itself lacked a blanket, the only extra cloth on it being a robe that the kitsune had used after her shower. Overall, it was a far cry from the chamber she was given for work, that one had come well-stocked with enjoyable distractions, but this one would be fine for her purposes, and she'd brought her own toys this time.
She had carefully set the stage. Oormi had known exactly what she'd wanted as soon as she'd learned about the wolf-like nymph working as a colleague in Coraline's Den, and her desire had only grown as she'd learned about the nymph's customers when she'd purchased the other woman's debt. She'd given explicit instructions. The faerie known as Euria was to be guided to the room Oormi was waiting in. The woman was to be allowed her own choice of clothing, including whatever she'd been wearing when she arrived at the brothel. The wolf-nymph was to be told nothing about what the kitsune had done or what was in store for her, but only to treat the blind girl as she would any other paying customer. The foxgirl wanted to break the news in person. More importantly, she wanted to gauge the nymph based on her greeting. Oormi hoped that she wasn't already broken. Trying this new form of play wouldn't be as enjoyable if the nymph had no pride left to break.
And now all that was left to do was to left patiently, sitting in the chair with one leg crossed over the other. A wineglass full of one the house specials had quashed whatever nervousness she'd felt as she prepared to enjoy another fresh experience. Whether the tingling in her body was from the minor amount of alcohol, the aphrodisiacs sloppily mixed in with it, or her own eagerness though... she couldn't tell.
@Astarte
The blind girl wore a beautiful suit which she, of course, had never laid eyes on. It wasn't the most feminine option on offer; a black coat with matching trousers and a blue shirt underneath, all woven out of fae spidersilk, to which she had added a pair of black leather shoes and a blindfold of the same material with red eyes embroidered across the full length of it. But while she didn't have the exaggerated hourglass that so many denizens of Acheron possessed, the impeccable tailoring combined with her narrow waist, noticeable hips, and bust ensured that she looked tomboyish instead of manly. That was important, because it was a suit intended for business in Acheron when she did not want the people she was dealing with thinking too much about what was between her legs.
Despite that, she'd not been wearing it to the meeting she'd attended just hours prior. Her hair was still damp as a result of the shower she'd needed afterward. She'd not been able to do anything with it in the brief time remaining before her next appointment, so she allowed the long, snowy white tresses which transitioned into brilliant crimson at the tips to hang to the middle of her back. The kitsune's fully snow-white ears and tail, on the other hand, had received her attention in the form of a few drying cantrips.
To say it had been an interesting month would have been an understatement. Oormi had gone from a naive flower of the fae sanctuary to a hedonist as bad as her sisters, because of her sisters. All it had taken was that one lapse in judgment and she'd become addicted. With her eyes metaphorically opened to the pleasure, she'd been fucking and fighting, often combining the two pastimes, at every opportunity, and there were many in Acheron. Indeed, she'd just voluntarily spent three days as a prostitute in which her main prize had been the new sexual experiences rather than the coin.
The coin had its uses too, however. That was why she sat in the lone chair in one of the lesser chambers afforded to the workers of Coraline's Den, in a corner facing the door. The room she'd been given for this venture was one of the simpler options, for thriftier customers and less marketable workers -- understandable, given that she was an on-and-off freelancer and they were losing a debt slave in this transaction. The plaster walls were bare of any decorations except for stains of dubious origin. The wooden plank floors creaked louder than the brothel's collective bed frames. In this case, the bed itself lacked a blanket, the only extra cloth on it being a robe that the kitsune had used after her shower. Overall, it was a far cry from the chamber she was given for work, that one had come well-stocked with enjoyable distractions, but this one would be fine for her purposes, and she'd brought her own toys this time.
She had carefully set the stage. Oormi had known exactly what she'd wanted as soon as she'd learned about the wolf-like nymph working as a colleague in Coraline's Den, and her desire had only grown as she'd learned about the nymph's customers when she'd purchased the other woman's debt. She'd given explicit instructions. The faerie known as Euria was to be guided to the room Oormi was waiting in. The woman was to be allowed her own choice of clothing, including whatever she'd been wearing when she arrived at the brothel. The wolf-nymph was to be told nothing about what the kitsune had done or what was in store for her, but only to treat the blind girl as she would any other paying customer. The foxgirl wanted to break the news in person. More importantly, she wanted to gauge the nymph based on her greeting. Oormi hoped that she wasn't already broken. Trying this new form of play wouldn't be as enjoyable if the nymph had no pride left to break.
And now all that was left to do was to left patiently, sitting in the chair with one leg crossed over the other. A wineglass full of one the house specials had quashed whatever nervousness she'd felt as she prepared to enjoy another fresh experience. Whether the tingling in her body was from the minor amount of alcohol, the aphrodisiacs sloppily mixed in with it, or her own eagerness though... she couldn't tell.