As they wait for their meal, Mel, although still simmering over her conversation with Hrunndalf, turns a bright smile on her two dinner companions. "So happy, if possibility uncomfortable conversation?"
<I'm game,> says Zaiobe. <Did you have a specific uncomfortable topic in mind, or were you just leaving it open and relying on the general uncomfortability of the situation?>
"More as in... how potentially useful this height could be?" She stays blushing, "or more... as in another shape?"
"I was thinking the latter," Shalelu says, "But if you start on the former I'm not about to resist."
The ends of Myri's chopsticks move over the table to just a bit in front and slightly to one side of Buttersnips mouth, and stop there. She will have to move forward and turn her head just slightly but not much at all, inviting her to take a bite, but not in her face. She becomes extremely conscious of her own breathing while sitting there. Her mouth is a little dry. She wets her lips with her tongue...and waits.
Buttersnips leans forward and slides her mouth over the end of the chopsticks. She lingers there for just a moment, then pulls back only far enough to remove the food. She swallows.
"I quite liked that," Buttersnips says softly.
Lio nods. She doesn't know who broke your heart, but she's there for you. Moving closer, she carefully wraps her arms around you and holds you. This is something she's never really done for anyone, holding them while they cry, but she remembers Shalelu holding her, and how safe she felt, and she hopes that maybe it will help you. She wordlessly encourages you to go on, if you're ready to tell her more. If not, she is content to hold you gently as you cry.
She leans into you, tears running down her face in eerie silence without sobs. <What am I supposed to do now?> she asks. <I faced death, went through torture, left everything I knew ... It's my own stupid fault, no one made me any promises ... But what do I do now?>
Mel smiles, "If you had asked me that question before the room, I might be able to think of something... But every topic I can think of right now has to do with... And... And I don't want to be angry. I want to be be happy and enjoy being with both of you."
<Well, here's a possible topic,> Zaiobe says as Virt struggles up to your table bearing several heaping platters of food. <What ... is it?>
The three dishes are exactly as they were described. Virt also sets down three tumblers of the very potent gnomic whiskey known as throatburn.
"I was thinking the latter," Shalelu says, "But if you start on the former I'm not about to resist."
"I am ashamed to admit that being poisoned has left me a little low on stamina, so I think I need a few more minutes before I can do the former any justice, ...so perhaps the latter?" She can't stop blushing.
Another moment, and she turns into an attractive, dark haired, pale skinned, blue eyed tiefling. You're pretty sure she has a tail, and her chest has gotten much more impressive... If she were wearing clothes, cleavage might burst out of them. She looks to you, to see if you approve, or have any suggestions. "I think I can turn into any sort of humanoid. Even the green ones." She adds the last bit a little unhappily. Although overall, she is very happy right now. "I wonder if I can just make my boobs bigger?" She speculates, really intrigued by the idea...
Another moment, and she turns into an attractive, dark haired, pale skinned, blue eyed tiefling. You're pretty sure she has a tail, and her chest has gotten much more impressive... If she were wearing clothes, cleavage might burst out of them. She looks to you, to see if you approve, or have any suggestions. "I think I can turn into any sort of humanoid. Even the green ones." She adds the last bit a little unhappily. Although overall, she is very happy right now. "I wonder if I can just make my boobs bigger?" She speculates, really intrigued by the idea...
"Try it," suggests Shalelu.
Buttersnips leans forward and slides her mouth over the end of the chopsticks. She lingers there for just a moment, then pulls back only far enough to remove the food. She swallows.
"I quite liked that," Buttersnips says softly.
Myri's eyes glance down, she is still very conscious of her breathing, deeper than normal she thinks. She pulls back and looks up at the slim, pretty, light skinned girl across the table, noting the twitch of her antennae the redness of her hair. "Umm. Rice? baby bok? at least I think it is. I really need some tea." She licks her lips again. "May I?" she lifts the tea pot and gestures towards Buttersnips cup, pours her own as well. Her heartbeat has quickened a pace. She begins to sip a little too much, a little too fast, burning herself painfully but not seriously. She makes a face as she's brought back to reality. "'scuz me" she swallows her remaining water quickly.
"Try it," suggests Shalelu.
She changes back into her body, minus the scars and tattoos, and with much larger cleavage than she naturally possesses. Normally perhaps a small B, she makes herself somewhere around a D cup, looking to see how Shalelu feels about it, and if she should go larger, or smaller, or what she thinks. Lio raises a questioning eyebrow. "Perhaps I should stand up for the full effect?" She gets up, on legs only a little unsteady, and poses just a little seductively. "Hey, they're heavy..." She remarks, and touches them, curiously. And sensitive..." She turns colors, realizing you're watching her touch herself.
She changes back into her body, minus the scars and tattoos, and with much larger cleavage than she naturally possesses. Normally perhaps a small B, she makes herself somewhere around a D cup, looking to see how Shalelu feels about it, and if she should go larger, or smaller, or what she thinks. Lio raises a questioning eyebrow. "Perhaps I should stand up for the full effect?" She gets up, on legs only a little unsteady, and poses just a little seductively. "Hey, they're heavy..." She remarks, and touches them, curiously. And sensitive..." She turns colors, realizing you're watching her touch herself.
"Really?" Shalelu asks, watching you quite intently. "Can you make them more sensitive?"
Mel looks at the quivering white mass, seeming almost hypnotized. She cautiously prods it with a spoon, seemingly expecting it to attack.
It quivers.
She leans into you, tears running down her face in eerie silence without sobs. <What am I supposed to do now?> she asks. <I faced death, went through torture, left everything I knew ... It's my own stupid fault, no one made me any promises ... But what do I do now?>
She is not bothered by the silent sobs, rather, they make her feel a strange solidarity with you. It took her a long time to learn how to cry. It took her a long time to ever vocalize pain. Even now, she doesn't usually. Of course, you don't have a choice in the matter, being silenced, for her, it was a matter of overcoming years of abuse, and thus doable without magical intervention.
She listens. She holds you. She lets you talk.
She determines if you want advice, or if it is the telling of your distress that will help you most
She looks over her dinner companions. "White pudding... it could be dangerous."
<I'm more concerned about the purple loaf, frankly.>
At some time during their meal, Myri asks their waiter if there is a butcher or somewhere that she could still purchase a large quantity of raw meat and could be delivered to the caravan at this hour.
"No you did. 'Ameiko and I would like to borrow Suishen.'" A pause. "'We're going cliff hiking. Much safer than with air walk'" A pause, "Both of those mean that Ameiko was asking and you were just part of that request."
Hrunndalf frowns. "Actually, no, none of that implies that it was Ameiko's initiative, merely that she part of it."
"Date? It's just a hiking trip," Ameiko says.
Hrunndalf nods with mock gravity. "We barbarians don't believe in dates. We prefer to conquer mountains, and strangle wild boars with our very hands for snacks on the way."
"Anyway, thanks for your goodwill, Melinda. I shall start with the preparations, then. Melinda. Ameiko." He nods them goodbye and starts walking away.
Myri's eyes glance down, she is still very conscious of her breathing, deeper than normal she thinks. She pulls back and looks up at the slim, pretty, light skinned girl across the table, noting the twitch of her antennae the redness of her hair. "Umm. Rice? baby bok? at least I think it is. I really need some tea." She licks her lips again. "May I?" she lifts the tea pot and gestures towards Buttersnips cup, pours her own as well. Her heartbeat has quickened a pace. She begins to sip a little too much, a little too fast, burning herself painfully but not seriously. She makes a face as she's brought back to reality. "'scuz me" she swallows her remaining water quickly.
Buttersnips smiles, her eyes glinting a little, and sips her tea. "To answer your earlier question, I have a fondness for spicy foods. You?"
Lio didn't know it was possible to feel any more embarrassed, yet so sensually excited at the same time. "Yes." She whispers, as her fingers run over her skin, cupping her breasts, lifting them, then, thumb and index fingers meet to pinch her nipples. She exhales sharply. Her eyes wide, she watches you, watching her, then drops her gaze to her traitorous hands, who really seem to enjoy touching herself. Biting her lower lip, one hand releases an unaccustomed large breast, and runs down her taught stomach muscles, past her belly button, and lower, curious, just as to how sensitive she could be. The fact that you're watching her, exciting her.
Shalelu ...
keeps watching.
At some time during their meal, Myri asks their waiter if there is a butcher or somewhere that she could still purchase a large quantity of raw meat and could be delivered to the caravan at this hour.
Your waiter seems surprised by the question, but gives you directions to a place that might still be open.
You think Zaiobe would like you to say something to her, whether it be advice, comfort, or even meaningless soothing words.
Lio probably isn't that good at meaningless soothing words. But she does want to comfort Zaiobe. She wants to help. Her mental voice is quiet, if such a thing is possible. "What you wanted, did not work out. But that does not mean that you did anything wrong." She says gently, yet with an authority that indicates she knows what she's talking about. Quite possibly from experience. She wonders how much she should tell you about herself, when this should really be about you. "I faced death, went through torture, and left everything I knew. And it wasn't until after that, that I met Shalelu." She thinks that's probably more than enough information for now... "Perhaps you just need to give yourself a little time." She continues to hold you.
"I won't tell you that it will be easy, or that you will not second guess nearly everything you do. Life is... so hard. You cannot allow yourself to be dragged down into despair. So what you do, is you take as long as you need, then you pick yourself up, and you live."
"And maybe that means we invest in some fun sex toys for you, so you don't feel like you need to throw yourself at the next hot available guy." The last bit is added a little more lighthearted.
"I won't tell you that it will be easy, or that you will not second guess nearly everything you do. Life is... so hard. You cannot allow yourself to be dragged down into despair. So what you do, is you take as long as you need, then you pick yourself up, and you live."
She nods, listening.
"And maybe that means we invest in some fun sex toys for you, so you don't feel like you need to throw yourself at the next hot available guy." The last bit is added a little more lighthearted.
There is a burst of mental laughter at that. <Excellent idea. I'm not sure if there's anywhere that sells what would be most useful to me in that line, though.>
"Thank you for being here. Even if he still didn't listen to me, just said what he needed to in order to get you alone. At least I didn't yell at him...."
Shalelu ...
keeps watching.
The hand that has wandered between her legs, discovers just how sensitive Lio can make herself. She inhales sharply, releasing the breath in a ragged gasp. "I... oh..." She's really quite wet, as a couple of fingers, slick with her moisture, emerge from between her legs, and run back along her skin, to her breast, to join the other hand, which has not been idle, but rather has discovered how much fun teasing a nipple can be. "I... I want you so much." She is nearly pleading. But she stands there, continues to touch herself, to watch you watching her.
There is a burst of mental laughter at that. <Excellent idea. I'm not sure if there's anywhere that sells what would be most useful to me in that line, though.>
"Well, this is a big city, you never know. What are your thoughts?" She asks, completely non judgmental. And kind of curious as to if she can find something fun to get for Shae.
knowledge local for sex shops?
The hand that has wandered between her legs, discovers just how sensitive Lio can make herself. She inhales sharply, releasing the breath in a ragged gasp. "I... oh..." She's really quite wet, as a couple of fingers, slick with her moisture, emerge from between her legs, and run back along her skin, to her breast, to join the other hand, which has not been idle, but rather has discovered how much fun teasing a nipple can be. "I... I want you so much." She is nearly pleading. But she stands there, continues to touch herself, to watch you watching her.
"I want you, too," Shalelu says, inching closer to you, not touching you.
"Very badly." Closer still.
"So badly." Even closer. Still not touching you.
"Keep going."
"I know this probably isn't fair, but it is him doing stuff like that which pisses me off. I even said that to him yesterday, if I can't do him a favor, he doesn't bother talking to me." Mel says turning to Ameiko. "Thank you for being here. Even if he still didn't listen to me, just said what he needed to in order to get you alone. At least I didn't yell at him...."
Ameiko sighs and rubs her temples.
"I don't know what to do," she confesses. "He's pissed off at least half the group at one time or another. I'm his friend and he's pissed me off. We really only just got back on speaking terms a few days ago. It seems to have been getting worse lately. I have no idea why."
"I want you, too," Shalelu says, inching closer to you, not touching you.
"Very badly." Closer still.
"So badly." Even closer. Still not touching you.
"Keep going."
She whimpers. It is more pleasure than distress.
But she does what you say. Breathing hard, her chest rises and falls, her hands roam over her body, evoking sensations, one hand, insistently moves back between her legs,darting into very sensitive, hot, flushed, moist territory. She moans, lowly, her expression frantic with need. Looking to you for direction, a complete reversal of when she was on top, confidently having her way with you.
"Well, this is a big city, you never know. What are your thoughts?" She asks, completely non judgmental. And kind of curious as to if she can find something fun to get for Shae.
<Honestly? For complicated reasons, I have a pressing need for something that will allow me to quickly and discreetly bring myself to orgasm in public. I have no idea what that might entail.>
But she does what you say. Breathing hard, her chest rises and falls, her hands roam over her body, evoking sensations, one hand, insistently moves back between her legs,darting into very sensitive, hot, flushed, moist territory. She moans, lowly, her expression frantic with need. Looking to you for direction, a complete reversal of when she was on top, confidently having her way with you.
"More," she says. "Bring yourself as close to it as you possibly can."
<Honestly? For complicated reasons, I have a pressing need for something that will allow me to quickly and discreetly bring myself to orgasm in public. I have no idea what that might entail.>
Lio decides she can be pretty open. For some reason, you are easier to relate to that Lio would have thought. Thanks to a stint at one of the most... S & M oriented whore houses in the known world, She wonders briefly how much you can read into her mind... she isn't sure how else to explain her tenure with owner # 6, but if you are able to understand memories, you get a flash of what went on at the place where she acquired the vast majority of her scars... If not, there is a moment of silence as she ponders how to continue, I can confidently say that there are a number of small discrete objects that will, pleasantly - so I'm told, fit the bill. And thanks to something I overheard in the market during our first day in town, I know just where to go. So... if you have some free time, I'd be happy to accompany you. If that isn't too weird. And maybe I can find some presents while we're there." She leaves the time up to you, if you would rather remain and talk more, she is open to that, if you would rather get your mind off things, and seize the day, she's up for that too.
"More," she says. "Bring yourself as close to it as you possibly can."
She does. She does exactly as you ask. So much longing and lust and love and need in her expression, that she can barely contain it. And she watches you the entire time. So much more encouraged by what she sees in your gaze, than any words you might utter.
"Same, moreso." Rhost shrugs.
Buttersnips smiles, her eyes glinting a little, and sips her tea. "To answer your earlier question, I have a fondness for spicy foods. You?"
Myri smiles "Me too, but only once in a while." She pauses, thinking for a while. "I'm used to traveling food, just getting what I can from the land, but recently Rhost's cooking has been totally spoiling us, and now this fish with the hot green stuff... I'm sooo glad I saw someone over there just putting a tiny bit on, if I had slathered it on...oh, I would have just died. ... You probably would have had a good laugh though, sorry I deprived you of that." Myri smiles. She seems to be in good humor. "Sorry, regarding your question. I guess I don't really have a favorite right now. I keep coming across all these new and interesting foods. I've gotta say. At this moment, this is really good." Her eyes are watering a little, probably because she got just a little too much wasabi.
"I hope you don't mind if we run by the butchers shop and see if they're willing to make a delivery. I'm sure Sandru and Kalimac have things in hand, but...I'd rather send the wolves something just to be sure."
"What are your thoughts on where to next? I know you mentioned a few places, but my heads been so fuzzy lately."
Alaric gamely explores the food, showing a marked preference for the spicier fare.
She turns a light mint, "I know it's ridiculous, but it I wanted..." She looks over at him from lowered lashes, "I wanted to see that look, the one that tells me that I'm the only thing you can see."
Handing him a tear jerkingly hot piece of food, "Three things that you want to see or do when we traverse the crown?"
Kalimac happily accepts the proffered morsel. He then tries to emulate her technique in picking up a piece of his own meal...
...and does no better than before. "不知怎的，我覺得這些都應該是飲食艾滋病," he says while examining his chopsticks. (At least his Tien is better than his chopstick usage.)
Knowing how little Ameiko has talked about her adventuring past before, and what she has said so far tonight, Kalimac contemplates whether or not to press on for details about her years of being an adventurer.
Ameiko sighs and rubs her temples.
"I don't know what to do," she confesses. "He's pissed off at least half the group at one time or another. I'm his friend and he's pissed me off. We really only just got back on speaking terms a few days ago. It seems to have been getting worse lately. I have no idea why."
Mel smiles, and shakes her head. "I'm glad caravan cohesion isn't my job." Her grin turns a little impish, "I suppose I have to get you to him in time, but would you like my company to pick up your shiny new boots?" A pause, "After all, one of my jobs is to keep you cheerful."
"And did I give you that look?" he asks, managing to unintentionally give her that look.
"Three things... let's see. The top of the world. Some animal I could see nowhere else. And you, naked, on a field of ice."
She smiles, "I got Koya a hot pink fur, so we don't loose her in the snow."
She looks adorably miffed when his tolerant for heat surpasses her own.
Other than his one rather lusty request, Alaric is extremely respectful. He gazes at her longingly, of course. Undresses her with his eyes. But despite the skin of her thighs being clearly visible -- it's drawing his eyes every time she shifts -- he keeps his hands to himself.
"Your turn. Three things."
As the dinner continues, she seems happy but grows more and more confused, which emphases her nervousness.
Coming back to earth, he searches her face. "What's wrong, Mel?"
As she fixes her skirt, "You can't change your answers." Her voice firm, definite. A pause, "But you can always add to them." The tone much softer with promise.
Lio decides she can be pretty open. For some reason, you are easier to relate to that Lio would have thought. Thanks to a stint at one of the most... S & M oriented whore houses in the known world, She wonders briefly how much you can read into her mind... she isn't sure how else to explain her tenure with owner # 6, but if you are able to understand memories, you get a flash of what went on at the place where she acquired the vast majority of her scars... If not, there is a moment of silence as she ponders how to continue, I can confidently say that there are a number of small discrete objects that will, pleasantly - so I'm told, fit the bill. And thanks to something I overheard in the market during our first day in town, I know just where to go. So... if you have some free time, I'd be happy to accompany you. If that isn't too weird. And maybe I can find some presents while we're there." She leaves the time up to you, if you would rather remain and talk more, she is open to that, if you would rather get your mind off things, and seize the day, she's up for that too.
<... Sure, why not. It's better than moping, right? If you're really sure it's not a bother, that is.>