Yasmin still looks suspicious, especially since this woman seems to be an exaggerated copy of herself in many ways. "I slept adequately, though my vision seems to be troubled by this... strange purple hue," she replies slowly. "Sani, are you... one of the djinn? The owner of this domicile?"
Sani’s eye twitches at the mention of the word “djinn” though the rest of her expression remains the same. ”Ah, yes, I brought it from home, you like, yes? No? It was far too stuffy and drab before.”
”And you’ve already deemed to give me a nickname?” she seemingly shivers in excitement, making the various bit of jewelry upon her daintily clink, before shuffling in place, obviously shifting to cross her legs. ”That is most sweet of you, honored guest. If I may be selfish, and do not admonish me too greatly, though that is your just right, just as this is my need and want, may I have your name?” she pleads in that sultry thought still very dignified voice.
Yasmin hesitates, knowing well that names are powerful, but she's already in a bad situation. What do I have left to lose? she thinks.
"I am Yasmin. Sani, how did I come to arrive here?" says the sha'ir. She tilts her head to one side, her dark red hair cascading over her shoulder, to punctuate her question, but she lowers her bow and shifts to a more relaxed stance.
Sani leans forward slightly as the Sha’ir says her name, focusing on the woman's lips as she does so. ”Yas~min,” she hungrily and slowly repeats before licking her lips, showing off that her tongue was pierced and had a slight blue tint to it as well.
As Yasmin shifts to more prominently display her hair Sani shifts a bit as well, seemingly to have to avoid looking at it for longer than need be.
”Yasmin, our honered guest. Yasmin. Yassssssssmin. Yasmin, my honored guest,” she happily played with the name, almost as if the word had a verifiable taste on her tongue, which kept peeking out to lick her lips. ”A thousand apologies, my Yasmin, my honored guest, but I do not know how I became so lucky for you, my Yasmin, to be my most honored guest, but I will be forever grateful to the cruel winds that blow that you are.”
Through out this conversation the one thing Sani has paid absolutely no mind to has been the bow, more relevant things obviously on her mind.
"Your home seems quite lovely, as do you," says Yasmin carefully. "If I may be so bold as to continue to question, am I... merely a guest, or is it possible for me to leave if I should so choose? And... are those chains ornamental, or do they have a magical purpose?"
Noting that Sani avoids looking at her hair, Yasmin uses her free hand to rearrange her cowl so that it covers her locks once more beneath the white-and-gold cloth.
Sani beams at the compliment, and seems to be more at ease when Yasmin takes the effort to hide her hair. ”My deepest apologies, my Yasmin, showing my discomfort is most insulting to you, my Yasmin, my most honored guest. Colors are wonderful, but alas, I have never been able to bring myself to enjoy that one, so obtrusive, so violent. Now blue on the other hand,” she starts before looking down at her own garment and happily smiling before looking back up at Yasmin. ”It is such a lovely color. I love blue. Is there a lot of blue from where you come, I think there is. I can smell it on you. I can-“ she stops herself, blinking her crystal blue eyes.
”A thousand apologies, my most honored guest, you asked something of me, and I was delaying fulfilling your most important request due to my own selfish wants. Yes, of course you can leave, if you want to, you are my most honored guest after all, and a guest may leave, if they want to, at any time, if they want to.”
”Oh, my, Yasmin, why do you ask? Are they enchanting you?” she purrs as she leans back slightly and let’s a hand run up her stoamch, gently brushing against the chains before her fingers found the one connected up to one of the rings, which she gave a gentle pull, which made the ring stand out more.
"I mean no disrespect nor to cause any discomfort," says Yasmin with a brief inclination of her head. "I do enjoy blue, the blue of waves and sapphires and ornamental fish. It seems to be part of your very nature," she says, focusing for a moment on Sani's blue lips.
"I ask about the chains merely to determine whether they are ornament or binding. Chains can serve a multitude of purposes, after all," she says. "They seem to suit you, though I've never indulged in quite that amount of décor, personally." Yasmin mirrors Sani's motion with her free hand, placing it over her own bare stomach, but of course she has no chains to tug.
”That you would think of me and my comfort, pleases me most greatly, my most honored guest, my Yasmin, though again in apologize for being a burden for in the first place.” Sani replies while playing with the chain in her fingers.
She lets out a quick pleased hiss when Yasmin starts to talk about various blue colored things she likes, and when she compliments her. ”That it is, my most honored guest. It is the most wonderful color, and I am forever gracious to have been blessed with it upon even my very flesh.” she says while blinking her eyes and licking her lips for emphasis. A licking that gets slower and hungrier as she drags her tongue over her lips when she notices Yasmin taking notice of them.
”Ah! And again you choose to spend your time and thoughts worrying about someone like me, it is too much, my Yasmin, your’s is truly a noble soulful glowing beautifully beneath your breast.” she says with a bow.
”No, I chose to be here for a time, it is a job, not a punishment, but even if it was, it would not matter, for I had the unparalleled honor to meet you, my honored guest, my Yasmin.”
When the Sha’ir’s hand goes to her stomach Sani’s eyes widen, then relax when she realizes Yasmin was simply mimicking her. ”Thank you, my Yasmin, I am glad they are pleasing to you. And oh my, yes!” she continues while standing up and releasing the chain attached to her breast. ”You would look so much more radiant than I with some gold, and blue, upon your flesh, your lovely flesh, hidden under all those clothes. You would be the envy of Sultans’ vaults and harems together!”
Finding another chain she lets her fingers idly dance around it, slowly working her way to her belly button. ”They draw the eyes, yes? No? They make you want to touch them, know where they lead. My Yasmin.” she purrs.
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Yasmin glances down at herself and replies, "Not quite so much clothing, truly," as she is, after all, wearing only her cowl, her padded cross halter, and her hip-hugging padded skirt and sandals.
"Sani, you are certainly no burden. I would be delighted to call you a friend. I find that I am a bit hungered after awakening in a strange place; do you perhaps have some food that we might share?"
Yasmin glances over toward the room full of chairs, then focuses her attention back to Sani. "While your chains are certainly eye-catching, they are merely adornment for your own beauty," she says, still cautious. Her shoulders are tense, slightly raised. This host is too gracious... and why does she keep calling me her Yasmin? I must play this out, see what she wants and where I must go from here.
”Ah, but enough to let people’s imagination out to play.” she responds happily.
At Yasmin’s compliment and request something, changes in Sani’s demeanor, the sultriness leaves her, causing her to conjure up a serene smile in its place when the Sha’ir calls her a friend ”And I to you, if I may be so selfish, my Yasmin. And of course! At once! My most honored guest!” she quickly says, seemingly thankful for the new task. Moving to the cupboards behind her she puts a large amount of sway into her arms and hips as she walks such a few short feet, almost dancing in that time. Bending forward slightly she stands on toes, presenting her backside prominently for the Sha’ir.
”Oh, my Yasmin, your generosity with your compliments know no bounds, your words feel me with such warmth I can feel the truth of what you speak, such as you are speaking from your most noble soul. You are far too kind, my Yasmin. I am not worthy of hosting you, my most gracious and honorable of guests.” she happily replies as she retrieved a tray with a covering.
Elegantly turning and sashaying back to the counter she places the tray onto it before removing the lid and placing it to the side, revealing that it has a y shaped wall within, Separating bread and fruits, grapes, dates, pears, and bananas among others, and some clams. After revealing the food she takes a step back and bows.
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Yasmin watches suspiciously as the blue woman sashays to the cupboard to retrieve the tray with exaggerated movements. Then something seems to strike her mind. She dances like sea-waves. Of course.
When Sani reveals the tray of foodstuffs, Yasmin seems torn for several seconds, then finally she takes a risk and sets her bow to one side so that she can use her hands to eat. "Thank you, Sani, my hostess, this is most gracious." A visible look of relief crosses her face as she picks up one of the dates and regards it. "Dates are one of my favorites. And this is a wondrous variety. Thank you. Will you partake of any of this?" She carefully selects a few pieces of bread and a pear and, lacking a chair or stool, instead remains loitering at the counter.
Sani smile’s at Yasmin’s hesitation, seeming to mistake the concern over putting down her now with instead trying to decide what foods to start with.
She then bows at the Sha’ir’s thanks, smiling as her name is said. ”It is my duty, my Yasmin, I am both grateful and happy to attend to any and all needs you might have, my most honored guest.”
At the mention of the dates she stands back up. ”Really? Then I am glad we could keep them stocked for you, my Yasmin.” At her offer she looks down at the plate. ”I do not wish to steal any food from you, my Yasmin, if there’s the slightest chance your hunger might remain and grow again, but I would also hate to be rude to you, my Yasmin, after you have been so gracious to me, my most honored guest.”
Looking back down at the plate her eyes dart around before singling out a specific grape. Reaching down she plucks it up. ”Forgive my theft, but allow me at least this one sin, my Yasmin.” With that she slowly and deliberately places it onto her tongue sticking out before pushing it into her with a finger, with a sucking motion she then slowly pulls her finger back out, all the while keeping her gaze on Yasmin.
Yasmin savors one of the dates, then finally swallows it and says, "You are the hostess, Sani, all that you have brought me here is from your own home; it is I who am indebted to you. Certainly it is impossible for you to steal that which you have so generously offered." She swallows a nibble of bread. "Delectable, like all things here."
After finishing some bread and a pear, which she somehow manages to consume without dripping any pear-juice on herself - she wipes off her fingers on a slice of bread to finish it off - she says, "Sani, is there anyone else here? Do you have other guests, or is there someone to whom you answer?"
Sani smiles though she holds up the palms of her hands and slightly bows. ”My apologies for misleading you, my Yasmin, but I did not bring the food, it is provided by this inn and the owner. I merely brought the incense with me, the smells here were not as pleasant before hand.”
She smiles and licks her lips again as Yasmin inadvertently, or not, compliments her.
Watching her eat she then adds ”Not at this moment, unless they arrived like you, my Yasmin, or have been staying from my predecessor’s shift. And I do answer to my master if need be, and of course to you, my Yasmin.”
"Would you be so kind as to tell me about the owner, and your master?" asks Yasmin. Now we're getting somewhere. Though I'm a bit worried about the answer. She wipes a few crumbs from her fingers. "And is there aught that I can do in return for the many favors that you have already performed on my behalf?"
”Forgive me, my Yasmin, for I have little to tell, I do not even know if the owner and master are the same being, much less who they are. For my current master I-“ she abruptly stops as her mouth snaps shut, the sound of her teeth hitting together filling the room. Rubbing her jaw she begins speaking again. ”Ah, a thousand apologies, my Yasmin, but it appears I am not allowed to talk about my master currently due to the rules governing my job and this place.”
At her second inquiry she seems to consider it for a moment before shaking her head. ”Oh no, my Yasmin, it would be most rude and unbecoming of myself to ask anything of you, my most humble guest. Your generosity knows no bounds, and I gladly accept all of the gifts you have given me thus far, but as your host, my Yasmin, I simply cannot ask anything of you, my most gracious guest.” Sani responds as she bites her lip and her fingers idly begin fidgeting and fingering a ring at her belly button before working their way back up the chain.
"I apologize if I have placed you in an unfortunate position," says Yasmin. "I'm sure that I will learn more when the owner and the master, be they the same or separate, choose to make an appearance." She glances about again before turning back to Sani. She puts her hands on her hips for a few seconds, apparently at loose ends, before saying, "Is there... something else I should be doing? I know that I was sent here but... I suppose I could look about the premises. Does the owner require payment for the food and the room? I have a small amount of coin."
Sani bows. ”Again you think of me, but do not worry, it did not hurt, it merely surprised me, my Yasmin.”
”If you are waiting for either of them then you are free to stay, of course, as our honored guest, but you will be waiting for quite some time I’m afraid, my Yasmin, as they do not come here.”
Sani can’t help but tilt her head at the Sha’ir’s question before a look of realization crosses her face. ”Ah, a thousand apologies, my Yasmin. I assumed you knew how these inns worked, an incompetence on my end, since I did not know how you arrived, merely that you did. Simply getting into an Enigma Inn is all the payment that it requires, and you have gone above and beyond that by choosing to spend your valuable time with one such as I, my most honored guest.”
”As for what you should be doing... um... what is it you want to be doing, my Yasmin?”
"I did not come here by my choice," says Yasmin, "though this is certainly more than I had expected, given the alternatives. I am more than happy to remain for the time being, as it seems that my needs and my well-being are quite secure here." She plucks a grape from the tray and idly rolls it between her fingers, then asks, "What do you do here, Sani, besides serving the guests? Do you have books? Games? Diversions of any sort?"
She deftly pops the grape into her mouth, consumes it, then looks slightly askance at Sani's belly-ring and says, "Beyond the immediately apparent, I mean."
Sani puts a hand over mouth as Yasmin talks about coming here. ”I am so sorry to hear of your troubles, my Yasmin, and am more than willing to attend to your every need to put you at ease while you remain here, my Yasmin. I am also most pleased to hear your desire to stay, and since you did not come here by your own choosing I would be apt to suggest you leave so that you may resume your life uninterrupted, if you want to, but I do not know what lies beyond that door, my apologies, my Yasmin.”
At her second question she smiles. ”I do bring toys with me to amuse myself in the off chance I do not have a guest to attend to, but I do not have to worry about boredom, with you as my honorable guest, my Yasmin.” she responds. Watching where the Sha’ir’s eyes go she licks he lips as she lets her clawed ring gently start to trace and languidly glide about her stomach.
”Is there anything you wish of me, my Yasmin?” she purrs.
"Would you be so kind as to give me a tour of the establishment?" replies Yasmin. She picks up her bow, then shrugs and puts it down, and likewise puts down her pack. "I don't suppose these will be going anywhere, so I might as well leave them here while you show me about."
Sani beams. ”I would be more than happy to, my Yasmin.”
The beaming starts to fade. ”Except you have already seen everything, my honored guest. There are the rooms upstairs, the hallway you came down, my office, this entrance room, and the back room.” she says apologetically while pointing to the door behind her.
”While I can open this one, I do not quite know what lies beyond, my Yasmin, for I have never had a reason to go back there. As for the door separating us, only you may open it, for I am unable to, my honored guest.”
"That's an easy start, then," says Yasmin, and she opens the door between them. "A strange condition to place upon you, I think, but as you are my guide here, I shall be your hands."
Sani’s eyes widen as Yasmin opens the door without a second thought. ”A thousand thank yous, my Yasmin, but I assumed that rule was put in place for the safety of the staff and the guests.”
Rolling on her feet, she wore no footwear save for some ornamental gold covering the top of her feet connected to bands around her ankles and around her toes, she finally place, her hands behind her back to stop from fidgeting as she address her guest. ”Now, what would you have me do, my Yasmin? Whatever is your need, I shall do my best to fulfill it, my Yasmin.” her voice was breathy, and her chest was rising and falling more prominently.
Those crystal blue eyes kept their gaze locked on the Sha’ir the whole time.
Yasmin's brow furrows and she replies, "Honestly... I am not sure. At some point I must venture forth, but for the moment I am secure here. There is food and a place to sleep and company. Yet I cannot simply wait here and hope that I can stay forever..."
She pauses, then says to Sani, "You said that rule was for the safety of staff and guests? It is... unsafe for me to let you out?"
”You can, if you want to, no one is going to make you leave, my Yasmin.” Sani offers while steps toward the Sha’ir.
”Well, the actual rule is that we cannot open the door, or cross the counter unless we are attacked or if a guest decides to cross the threshold. Trying to do so would see me repelled like I was earlier when I was talking, my honored guest. The door is open now though, my Yasmin, and while I will assure you, as my honored guest your life is in no danger from me, perhaps, if I may be so bold, and I truly do not wish to offend, but your most noble soul would benefit most from the wisdom of asking those questions before committing to actions, my Yasmin.” she says as she takes another step and licks her lips.
"I am, unfortunately, in the position of having to take some risks, and woefully ignorant of the circumstances in which I find myself," replies Yasmin. "Come, perhaps we can sit on the divan and trade stories, if you have any of note."
”I see. And that sounds wonderful, though I’d love to hear more about you, if I may, my Yasmin?” she responds as she takes another step.
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The color rushing to her face, Yelenn smiled, her body relaxing into Mylyna's coils, her hand unconsciously caressing her smooth scales as she became very aware of her companion's presence. "Yes, definitely better than being here alone."
Mylyna shivered slightly as Yelen stroked her scales and moved her torso around so she was turned towards the other woman. "Being alone sucks." The part serpent woman shifted her face a little closer until she was close enough her breath brushed against Yelen's neck. "Do you know what I like to do when I'm lonely Yelen," Mylyna inquired as she leaned a little closer, "I like to..." she leaned in closer to whisper in the other woman's ear and her forked tongue slid out and tickled Yelen's ear lobe as she whispered.
Yasmin moves into the room with several chairs and looks for a comfortable place to sit - a divan or couch, preferably - and takes a seat, folding her legs sideways beneath her. She extends her arm over the back of the furniture and says, "Come, sit. Have you any interesting tales to share of other guests who have passed through here?" She pats the seat for emphasis.
Keeping step with Yasmin, Sani immediately takes up a seat on the other side of the divan once the Sha’ir extends the offer, pulling up her legs to mimic the other woman as she lounged.
”Not really, my Yasmin, I have not worked many shifts here. The only other was a quiet sort, they were polite, but some madness had took the poor soul, for they cloaked themselves entirely in that... color. So my apologies, my Yasmin, but I did not get a good look at the other guest.” as she finishes speaking she bows in apology before leaning into the divan, letting her eyes languidly take in the Occultist. ”What about you, my most honored guest? If I may be so selfish, may I know something about you, other than your name, my Yasmin? Yasmin. Such a lovely name.”
"I am a wanderer without a home," says Yasmin. "My family is gone; all I have are these few things, and the spirit of water that guides and accompanies me. This 'Enigma Inn' is a welcome diversion, but I have spent so many years in peril that I see traps and betrayals everywhere. My dreams are gone, all I have left is the hope of a new dawn, and the desire to find a new life, as I cannot return to the ashes of the old."
She reaches out and gently brushes one of Sani's chains. "You seem bound here, a servitor. Why are you trying to seduce me? I may be 'your' Yasmin, yet you know me not at all, and I know almost nothing of you; why would you do this? Is it a task ordered of you?"
Sani listens aptly as Yasmin talks about her life, she’s about to respond when the Sha’ir reaches across to lightly touch one of her chains, sending a shiver up her spine. ”A thousand apologies if I have mislead you, my Yasmin, but it is entirely unintentional if I have. I am not a bound here, some are, some are offered. I took the offer, and now I am here for certain hours when guests wake or enter. But it is not forever, nor indeterminate. That is just a part of these ‘Enigma Inns’.”
Taking a breath any anxiousness she was displaying simply melts away as that sultry smile returns. ”Why am I trying to seduce you, you ask, my most honored guest? That answers itself, does it not?”
Keeping that wicked smile she leaned in close to the Sha’ir. ”I told you, did I not, my Yasmin? I love the color blue. And your scent... is overwhelming in it. And your name. Yasmin. It tastes so good upon my tongue to say. Yasmin. My Yasmin. Such a noble soul, steeped in blue. I really, REALLY, like blue.” she hungrily says while letting her tongue out to play upon her lips, her breathing getting heavier.
"You smell my connection to water. It... intoxicates you," says Yasmin. "But you are only here for a short time." She draws back slightly and says, "If I leave, can I return?"
”It does, it is very pleasant, my Yasmin.” Sani purrs.
When she leans back the clerk resist the urge to close the gap again, at least for the moment, and instead says ”Yes. If you did not have a key on you when you woke up I shall fetch you one, my most honored guest. You can use it to return, or even summon an inn, or so I’ve heard.”
Yasmin digs in her bag and pats down her halter to check for an unexpected key.
"This all still feels like a trap, somehow, but you have mostly put me at ease, Sani," says Yasmin.
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Mylyna shivered slightly as Yelen stroked her scales and moved her torso around so she was turned towards the other woman. "Being alone sucks." The part serpent woman shifted her face a little closer until she was close enough her breath brushed against Yelen's neck. "Do you know what I like to do when I'm lonely Yelen," Mylyna inquired as she leaned a little closer, "I like to..." she leaned in closer to whisper in the other woman's ear and her forked tongue slid out and tickled Yelen's ear lobe as she whispered.
A shiver of excitement and need ripples through the magus as Mylyna gives voice to pursuits of a far more intimate nature. It had been so long since she'd been touched by anyone not trying to kill her, or sending her to her fate, she hadn't really allowed herself to think about it through all the chaos she'd been through.....but now.
The sigh that escapes her lips comes unbidden as Mylyna unknowingly teases a weak spot. "Mmmm....we aren't lonely anymore.....and this armor.....is in the way." she whispers, her hands fumbling at the straps of her armor as she gently kisses the lamae.
Fading off to sleep, if you choose to do so, leads to an uneventful night from any outside forces, if there were any at all that is. Waking as the sun filters down you are met with the same image as before you closed your eyes. A forest full of roots and moss and graves.
A distance down the path you see the green and greys being pierced by little bits of colors, flowers.
The sun touching her bare skin greets Yelenn with it’s subtle warmth, the fildering light bidding her eyes open as awareness filters in. The silence of the forest but for the soft burble of flowing water, the smells of moss and trees, all fade into the background as the feel of Mylyna’s skin against her own brings her memory alive.
Gazing at her sleeping companion, coiled around her body intimately brings a smile to Yelen’s face. Between the sunlight and her body heat, it shouldn’t be that long before she was awake enough to move around, and it would probably be better if they were a bit more….prepared for whatever they might encounter today. ”Good morning Mylyna.” she says softly, unable to keep the smile out of her voice.
Yasmin digs in her bag and pats down her halter to check for an unexpected key.
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** spoiler omitted **"This all still feels like a trap, somehow, but you have mostly put me at ease, Sani," says Yasmin.
Yasmin does not find a key upon her.
Sani’s eyes widen a bit as the Occultist starts to pay herself down, and when she turns up no key she keeps her smile. ”Then, my Yasmin, I shall gladly fetch you one, when you want to leave.”
As Yasmin mentions being more at ease Sani’s smile switches from sultry to serene for a moment then back before she leans in on the Sha’ir, gently using her arms to brace against the back of the divan. ”I am most glad to have been of service to you, my Yasmin, would you like me to make you feel more at ease, my most wonderful guest?” she asks, with as close as she is the Sha’ir can very clearly feel her hot breath upon on her when she speaks.
"I did not expect such warm breath from such a cool woman - a breeze from the ocean would be what I would have thought," says Yasmin with a wry smile. Then she puts a hand on her cowl and leans back, stands up, and says, "As long as I am at leisure here, I might as well bathe. I have been on the road for so long that I forget what a real bath feels like. My hair is a mess and my clothes are sweaty. Can I bring a basin up to my room? Or is there a bath elsewhere in here?"
Sani quickly slaps her hands over her mouth. A thousand apologies, my most honored guest, I got carried away.” she says through her fingers.
”There should be those amenities all ready for through that door, my most honored guest,” she says while pointing at a door down the hallway. ”Do you require any other assistance for your bath?”
"No offense was taken, Sani," says Yasmin. "I just need the accoutrements - soap, perhaps a razor, if available. I can conjure the water, though I lack the ability to make it warm. Can you assist?" Yasmin looks hopeful at the prospect of a warm immersion. "Perhaps with that warm breath?" she says teasingly.
Sani gratefully bows and then quickly nods. When she is invited along she happily smirks at the Sha’ir. ”I would be honored, my Yasmin.” she says before standing to her feet and sashaying over to the closed door, putting even more emphasis on her hips as she does so.
"I'm afraid you'll have to put up with my hair, so that I can wash it," says Yasmin as she proceeds to the bath chamber. "So what do you want, Sani? Why do you choose to work here? What do you seek from life?"
Yasmin pushes open the door and slips into the room, then tosses her pack to the floor. She goes through the bag and comes out with a hairbrush, then looks around the chamber to see what accommodations it has - though at this point she expects a simple, smooth low tub (whether wooden or stone), a jug of bath soap, a washcloth and, if lucky, a razor blade as well.
”I can do so, my Yasmin.” Sani responds. When her current occupation is prayed into she starts ”Such is your noble soul, my Yasmin, that you care about your lessers outside of their work. I am working here for-“ she starts before her mouth snaps shut. Frowning slightly she continues. ”Outside of this I didn’t really have a purpose, merely existing, drifting along the cruel winds that blow. From what I seek though, that is a big question, my most honored guest. Enjoyment? Purpose?”
The inside of the wash room is surprisingly bright, in contrast to the comfortable darkness of the luonge. The floor is completely tiled in light blues of various shades, with the ceiling tiles beaming with white light to illuminate the room. The walls are made of a dark mirrored material, though if one steps close to one they are able to see their reflection clearly and unfiltered.
There appears to be doors over in the corner of the room along with basin along all the walls. The side of the room opposite the doors is occupied by a large, and empty tub. The basin closest to the tub is near overflowing with what appears to be large dark rectangles all of the same deminsions, but not too big to not fit in one’s hand. On them are painted circles, ranging from dark blue to blue to white to orange to red.
”You said you were wanting a warm bath, my Yasmin?” Sani asks as she moves over to the rectangles, digging through she immediately flicks some out onto the floor before holding up one with an orange circle.
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"Yes, warm," says Yasmin. She kneels down and unlaces her sandals, then steps off them. She steps up to one of the mirror-walls and regards her reflection, and Sani's in the room behind her. Then she turns her head toward the tub and focuses, calling on her inner connection to the elemental plane of water.
"Have you seen other parts of the world?" asks Yasmin as she doffs her cowl and lets it flutter to the floor. "Are there foods you like? Tasks you prefer? People you like?" Yasmin sighs. "I suppose it's different, depending on your life... I will grow old one day, I must find a way to live and a place to call home. If you just ride the winds and waves forever, life must be very different. Carefree."
Yasmin runs her hands through her hair and grimaces at the tangles, then unties her halter, carefully removes it so that it doesn't catch on her ring piercings, and tosses it to the floor next to her cowl. She removes the bracers from her arms and carefully stacks them by the wall. Then she shimmies out of her skirt and strides over to the edge of the tub, leans down and tests the water. She pauses for a moment to tilt her head up and regard Sani with a serious look, wondering how the prurient woman will respond to her rapid disrobing.
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At Yazmin’s confirmation Sani tosses the rectangle into the tub, but instead of producing a series of clacking noises, as is apt to happen when one throws something solid against something else, the tub produces a veil of steam as it is soon filled with water.
The purple haze hasn’t infiltrated this room, and both Yasmin’s and Sani’s reflection are revealed without obfuscation, though Sani's is naturally darkened due to being further away.
”Which world in particular, my Yasmin? As for things I like, I of course love those that taste delicious.” she starts while moving over to one of the doors, revealing it to be a closet full of towels and tools, she also makes to grab a few bottles and what looks like blocks and spheres before moving them over to one of the empty basins by the tub.
When Yasmin contemplates her own mortality Sanj quickly rounds. ”Oh, my most honored guest, that is something you should have no fear of! With such a noble soul under your breasts you will surely becomea most radiant being in your next life, able to reap all that you have earned in your current coil.”
When she sees Yasmin disrobe the caretaker’s eyes widen in hunger and interest, even shifting in place when she sees the piercings. ”They look absolutely lovely on you, my Yasmin, a perfect accent upon your beauty.” she says as one hand moves up to play with one of her own.
As Yasmin moves over to the tub Sani begins to disrobe as well, if you could call it that, as it took barely a second for her length of silk and the various chains not attached to her flesh to gently fall to the floor. Scooping them up she dumps them and her rings into an empty basin. Turning back around Yasmin is able to notice that in addition to her breasts and bellybutton and nose and tongue she also possesses a piercing down there as well, though no chain is attached to if. Looking at Yasmin, Sani bites her lip rather hard.
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Yasmin steps into the tub and sinks beneath the warm water. "Well, get in if you're getting in, Sani," she says wryly. "You like the water, after all. And apparently you like piercings more than I do." Yasmin bats one of her own earrings idly, reaches over the edge of the tub for some slippery soap , then dunks her head under the water and comes back up quickly to soap her tangled hair. The slippery soap works its way in to help untangle the knots, as she works her hands through her locks repeatedly.
"I'm a mess, Sani," she complains. "Muddy feet, knotted hair. Sweat and dirt. I'm a vagabond." She brings first one knee up, then down and the other knee up, squirming in the warm water.
"Do you have family? Children? Are those even relevant concepts to you?" she asks while squeezing water from her hair, then soaping it again. "You're a fascinating woman of many mysteries."
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Yasmin has not even finished her sentence before Sani had slinked into the water with her, barely even making a ripple as she does so. ”I do, and I do, my Yasmin. I find they enhance my experiences and interactions.” she coos as she lets a finger tug along a chain in Yasmin’s direction. ”The blocks are for your skin and the beads are for your hair I believe.” she says while offering one of the beads to the Sha’ir. Taking one of the blocks she gently takes hold of one of Yasmin’s legs to begin exfoliating it. ”A wandering princess, with a noble soul, I am sure there are uncountable grand stories with that as the centerpiece, my most honored guest.” she replies while moving her soapy fingers up and down Yasmin’s leg, leaving no bit of flesh without attention.
Sani titls her head then smiles ”I do not, my Yasmin, what about you?”
At the final compliment her smile again switches to a more relaxed and serene countenance. ”You do me a great many honors, my Yasmin. I apologize for being a mystery but If I may, what fascinates you?”
"I don't think I could have all the piercings that you do," Yasmin says with a chuckle. "I wouldn't be able to walk, for starters."
Yasmin finishes soaping her hair with the bead and squeezes it out. "I have no children or family. Perhaps someday. Perhaps not." She extends her leg so that Sani can rub the block over it. "That is an unexpected contrivance. I shall return the favor when you've finished."
"You understand that we humans often need to know someone, to understand them and feel a connection with them, in order to be intimate? Sometimes a flight of fancy happens... but we usually feel more receptive when we know our partners well. A mystery can be tantalizing, but there is more than physical pleasure to intimacy," she says, and wiggles her toes in Sani's hand.
Taking up one of the soap blocks, Yasmin smoothly runs it over her shoulders and arms, then under her arms and her breasts. "I don't know if you are just hungry for pleasure, or if this is simply another 'service provided,' so I am trying to understand you better," she says. "You seem very genuine, although it is embarrassing how much praise you lavish upon me, when I feel it is undeserved. I don't mean to be insulting. This is simply a very unexpected change."
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”It stings a bit afterwards, but walking is fine. If not you can always have someone carry you, my Yasmin.” Sani says matter of factly.
In between scrubbing the Sha’ir’s leg she blushes. ”Oh, my most honored guest, you do not have to worry about that, let me attend to you. Though I shall not stop you if that is your wish.”
She nods along as Yasmin talks of humans and intimacy, and giggles and boops the unruly toes with her fingers before attending inbetween them with the soapy water. ”I see, my Yasmin. I am drawn to you, like a moth to a flame, because you are suffused in blue. And because you have been most kind to me.”
Looking up at the Occultist as she bathed herself she continues. ”Yes I am hungry, famished, even. This is not a service required of us. And I praise your noble soul and kindness because those are wonderful traits you possess. And me telling the truth like this... is unexpected, my Yasmin? Have you not had anyone praise your virtues or your body before?”
Reaching over she slips a finger into one of Yasmin’s rings and gently tugs. ”They’re beautiful, though they do require more attention, less they bless you with an infection.” she says while licking her lips.