The Absalom Calistrian Temple: Pleasure Salon of Calistria


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Elves and half-elves are common among the temple prostitutes of the Pleasure Salon of Calistria in the Ascendant Court district of Absalom. Elves are otherwise relatively uncommon in Absalom, mostly consisting of adventurers or outcasts; more common are their half-elven descendants. The temple prostitutes are clean and well-educated, and offer their services on a sliding scale; they can develop a high social status in the city.
The edifice is constructed in the colonnaded style of a classical Azlanti temple to match the architecture of Absalom rather than elven cities. Its exterior is covered with bas-relief sculptures of hedonistic humanoids, and it is rumored that the interior contains blasphemous sculptures of Calistria herself engaging in salacious activities with other deities. Although Calistria's priests play a significant role in the operations of the temple, the salon is managed by the ranking sacred prostitute, Dyrianna of House Avenstar.
Additionally, the temple supplies a unique wasp honey used by the city's mead brewers, as well as a public baths that has become a meeting-place for distrustful factions due to the requirement for nudity.

Here, those of the temple (Formally or otherwise) and can mingle and interact. Official clergy can be an ear for the weary or simply provide as their client's needs (Hopefully keeping it clean and just suggestive or subsumed). Enjoy.

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A slender elf, wearing tidy, black robes of silk sits leisurely in a chair of red cotton cushions lined with gold embroidery near the entry of the temple. His head rests neatly with his chin to a closed fist of his hand upon the backside.
His skin was fair, akin to many elves who came from Kyonin. His eyes possessed crystal blue hue that seemed to swirl and shimmer lightly. His hair, though mostly covered by a hood was black with silver strands running through it. although not particularly muscular, he did possesses a modest health in his form, albeit a bit lanky.

The temple clergy offer services to any who are willing...and can pay.

Having just returned from a trip on duty with the society, Ery merely wanted to relax with the relative safety and joyful simplicity of his duties as a priest of Calistria. Nothing brought more peace then his work within the temple.
Often he provided light healings for those that needed it, but occasionally he would listen, massage and encourage those that seemed to need such things.

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Paging Dr. THUNDERLIPS!

Sovereign Court

A somewhat weathered tengu bearing a silver tri-dagger symbol in the middle of her chest atop well-crafted lamellar leather armor makes her way into the Salon, and with a polite nod to the slender elf heads almost immediately to the 'Assistance Requested' Bulletin board, concealed in a tasteful alcove out of the sight of the average patron of the Salon's wares.

"Have any aspirants come seeking the guidance of the Savored Sting on setting matters aright?"

The tone is both formal and casual at the same time, in a disturbing blend that might put one into the warning wisdom of 'Beware a chaste Calistrian...'

Sovereign Court

A lean elf with a shock of white hair glides across the threshold. His grin widens as he passes several aspirants, complementing their dress. From time to time his clothes shimmer adapting to the whims of fashion.

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After a moment, Ery joined the tengu woman at the request board. There, he folded his arms behind his back and looked over the pages and notes that stuck upon it.
"Depends." He said simply. A small smirk forming a his lips as an eye darted over the woman.
"There are always those who seek us for mundane acts on their behalf. Some are among our flock, if you will... Others... not." he gave a shrug.
"I would advise that you consider something within your comfort and pride."
Eryzule took a bow and began to walk back to his station only to catch the sight of a fashionable gentleman walking about the aspirants. With a raised brow, Ery's curiosity piqued and an intercepting he doth go.
"You! You strike me as a man of fine taste and enduring patients."
Ery called out toward the elf, approaching with his hands folded neatly at his back. "What brings you here on this day?"

Sovereign Court

Black robes in Calistria's temple..my dear sir, my adherence to the faith is a mixture of excitement and pleasure.. whatever are you here for?

Sovereign Court

My own reason for attending is an upcoming mission for what remains of dear Taldor. Although I promised the last mission was the end of it, my colleague Lefty tapped me for duty and I fear I cannot turn him down... Marquis du Ruum at your service.

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"Although hardly a noteworthy priest, I am ordained thusly."
The elf said with a smirk. He lifted a hand toward Righty in introduction.
"My name is Eryzule. Lord of Tea was a title I held as a joke during my time in Kyonin...Good times. Since my arrival here, in Absalom, I have become a wandering priest..."
Ery took in a breath, shaking righty's hand before stepping back.
"I'm here mostly during my down time, as it were. I frequently head out with the society. A common group of fellows I keep company with as well."

Sovereign Court

Yes, .... but all black (Righty shimmers to match an all black ensemble then shudders and shifts to the more common yellow and black bands)

Surely our dear Calistria prefers a little color.

Sovereign Court

Kyonin is unfortunately unfamiliar to me. I've wandered amongst the humans of Taldor and Varisia these past seven score years. It is said I favor humans overmuch and have little patience.

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"I think that comes with exposure over time. Humans tend to be in a greater hurry then we are...as are many races. So its to be expected."

Ery gave a nod as he looked around at a few of the other patrons.
"Any stories worth telling, Righty? Adventure rarely has a dull moment."

Sovereign Court

Well, my most recent tale was an impromptu archery contest. Having not used a bow in ages, I was selected as the archer in my group. I borrowed a stock bow, ensorcelled my aim via true strike and hit seven bulls eyes in succession. The astonished crowd was somewhat shocked at the outcome... I bet on myself of course, perhaps they chose poorly.

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"You entered a contest of skill and yet you used magic to cheat? Well played."
Ery rubbed the back of his head with a chuckle.
"I'm surprised you were not caught."

Sovereign Court

The rules did not exclude magic.

Sovereign Court

"As a noble, I am very lawful I follow all the rules that I make."

Righty notices an intriguing gown of a passing elven woman and shifts into it, glancing to a mirror.... then returns to his silver, black, and gold lounge wear.

But do tell me something of Kyonin, Lord of Tea, my own tales must bore you.

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"Bore me? Non-sense sir. Not at all."
Ery motions toward a simple along the side of the saloon's wall. It was lined with soft padding a thoroughly polished. Taking a seat, the elf kicked up his feat, taking up the entire side he sat at.
"What would you like to hear of our people's home land?"

Sovereign Court

Anything, I have never ventured there and although I have an interest my background could cause strife as I do not suffer insults well.

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"I wont even pretend that I know what your referring too... However, The people of Kyonin's woodlands...our people... Do not insult kin. However, being a foreign persona, they may be cautious."

Ery rests his head on a n open palm, braced on the table he sat.

"Its a beautiful place. Vivid green forests surround the capital. The architecture is a beautiful blue/green crystal glass, imbued with living trees and vines..."

He smiled gently to himself, briefly lost in a memory. He shook his head then continued.

"Their a proud people, but prefer their isolation. A fog that seems to disorient the unprepared can leave many lost and wandering forever away from them."

Sovereign Court

Of course you do, I am one of the forlorn. I never lived in an elven community. The forlorn are less than elven in many minds. That would invariably lead to an insult on my person, to which I would take offense. Depending on the nature of the offense, I would offer up to a lethal response. I may be elven, but I am intrinsically Taldan. Both the good and the bad of it.

Which is why I prefer to hear about Kyonin, the magical and dreamlike preserve. It may only ever be a dream to me. Crystal buildings... I woukd very much like to build one, but I expect the local Lords would take it as a sign of weakness and begin a siege.

Magical fog would be nice, but my merchants would get lost even more than they do now. Id be broke in a fortnight. Ha ha ha, no more coins to chase just me and a good dagger or three. Id miss the parties, so I guess no fog either.

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"Parties, trade and political issues a plenty."
Ery responded simply, listening to Righty's words carefully.

"I'll admit I feel a kind of pity toward many of our Forlorn cousins...but I'd barely strive to insult them. Besides, in many ways, you're much better suited for the world then our home stationed people can some times be."

Ery took to his feet, holding a hand up to signal 'wait here'. He left, venturing down a hall only to return a moment later with wine and a a couple cheap glasses.

"I normally handle tea, but I've enjoyed our conversation so much, wine seemed appropriate."
He laughed, sitting back into the bouth and pouring he and Righty a glass. The bottle read: Kyonin, Red 4702.

"A poor year, in my opinion. A lot of strife. But non-the-less, aged well over the last decade or so."

He mused, smirking lightly as he recorked the bottle.

Sovereign Court

You seem nice enough, but I dare say pity is unwelcome. Were the comment from a lesser being, I would have my seconds dispense a beating. Were it from someone of noble birth, my gauntlet would be thrown... yes the fault is mine, my pride runneth over and here within my goddess' temple I am pacified.

Wine - you pour yours. Righty withdraws a fine bottle of rum marked by a black tree. I present Absolom's finest, Eben Glade Rum my 10th vintage. Try this..

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"Ha. Rum. No, sir. No thank you. I lack the fortitude to withstand the mind numbing and altering affects of liquor."

Ery smirked, sipping his wine whilst looking around the common area, nodding to passerby's.

"A few of my regular traveling companions are stout and capable in drinking... I have found that only luck allows me to compete just enough to supply a false sense of hope."

Sovereign Court

You simply lack the diplomatic methodology of strong liquor. Make a show of ordering stronger alcohols, with ice. Contemplate the mixing of the melting water with the concentrated alcohol. Smell the delicate aromas inherent in the aging process..then take small sips or none at all.

Your companions will be pounding beers , and marveling at your constitution....when you are really drinking far less than them. My rum wasn't made for tumblers, but I sell it to any who have ready coin.

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"I see."
Ery smiles casually as he sips further on his wine.
"May I ask, are you an ordained priest?"

Sovereign Court

Sorry, I took a route of evangelism. I chanced upon the faith in Riddleport with a Tiefling Priestess who was very generous to me. She raised a member of the Society fallen during an investigation of the Cyphermages.

Just to say I know a paladin raised in a brothel, was worth the price of admission. I sometimes collect debts and run off the riff raff as a way to pass the time. I did join the temple officially, but I couldn't recall my title. It just helps to get a freebie, healing spell of course.

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"A priestess that inspired you into evangelism? She seems like quiet that woman."
Ery pondered briefly, considering his own contacts to match a tiefling.

"The boons of being a temple hand are fine enough. I enjoy the social aspect of simply being an agent within the temple myself."

Ery cracked his neck as he watched a few people leave out, a priestess near by giving a nod.
He turned back to righty.

"Well friend, This has been fun. Ill be taking my place at the entry hall once more. Enjoy."

Taking to his feet, the lithe elf twirled from the booth, taking a flourishing bow. Taking the wine with him, it simply disappeared into his cloak.

Eryzule took his seat, once again, at the entry way. The chair was a hard wood, sturdy seat lined with gold trim that boarded deep red padding. His elbow rested on the chair's arm, as his head leaned into his hand.
"Fun times." He smiled, simply waiting.

Sovereign Court

Stop by my local tavern if you ever get the need to sample top brand rums. Out the front door turn left, stay to the right and look for an elven rune inset on the doors, it says "spirits"

Dark Archive

A smiling young Taldane man strolls in to the temple, draped around him are two young women, one human one elf, wearing the calistrian garb, "Yea, the Society is a real hoot I'll say. Plenty of money to keep the booze flowing for you girls. Nothin' beats it," he jokes as they move through the front hall.

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"And that's when we found out, it was a clone," Jaune laughs, along with the two courtesans, as him and his companions continue on their way.

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The Pleasure Salon:

Elves and half-elves are common among the temple prostitutes of the Pleasure Salon of Calistria in the Ascendant Court district of Absalom. Elves are otherwise relatively uncommon in Absalom, mostly consisting of adventurers or outcasts; more common are their half-elven descendants. The temple prostitutes are clean and well-educated, and offer their services on a sliding scale; they can develop a high social status in the city.

The edifice is constructed in the colonnaded style of a classical Azlanti temple to match the architecture of Absalom rather than elven cities. Its exterior is covered with bas-relief sculptures of hedonistic humanoids, and it is rumored that the interior contains blasphemous sculptures of Calistria herself engaging in salacious activities with other deities. Although Calistria's priests play a significant role in the operations of the temple, the salon is managed by the ranking sacred prostitute, Dyrianna of House Avenstar.

Additionally, the temple supplies a unique wasp honey used by the city's mead brewers, as well as a public baths that has become a meeting-place for distrustful factions due to the requirement for nudity.

Here, those of the temple (Formally or otherwise) and can mingle and interact. Official clergy can be an ear for the weary or simply provide as their client's needs (Hopefully keeping it clean and just suggestive or subsumed). Enjoy.

A fair skinned elven male sits calmly on a red satin covered chair placed against a stone wall near the entry, rays of light glowing around him from a window opposite of where he positioned himself.
His hair, alive with subtly shifting grasses, gives off the scent of spring fields. His eyes, A deep, swirling blue, scan the entry as people come and go with a variety of intents. Several clergy members make their way through the halls.

Eryzule, a true priest of the Salon, sips tea from a kyonin imported, ceremonial cup. His slurping seemingly out of place causing some to shake their head in passing as if used to the slight oddity.

Sovereign Court

The ever changing Taldan elf returns. His hat of disguise has gone, replaced by a diamond ring that shinmers whenever his clothes change. He looks around and settles on Eruzule.

"Lefty sure had a zinger of a mission set so far. Wandering in deserts, hoboing in lakes, and then off to Cheliax next. Can't say I'll be enthused about that venue those folks are just plain nuts."

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Smirking, Ery chuckled, nodding to Righty.
"Welcome back, Sir. I do not believe I've met Lefty, but non-the-less I am most sure that he'll be most amused by their political systems." Shaking his head, the foliage haired elf takes to his feet.
"What brings you into the Salon today?"

Sovereign Court

Half relaxation and half business. No doubt there are an ecclectic bunch coming through here. I was going to browse local chelaxian fashion. So I can fit in when I head into a region. The heavy armor look is all I know from a long ago venture.

Righty pauses and assumes the form of a heavily armored Chelaxian knight. Yet this form draws too much attention. Id prefer a more merchantile persona. Noone cares whatever the merchants do ao long as the prices are not too egregious.

Sovereign Court

Lefty isnt one for politics. Unless he's lifting some gems from a politician. He a right smart halfling, a bit on the blood thirsty side. I prefer to sap and let live...they might be a steady customer.

Grand Lodge

A walking wall of green scales tromps into the room, their shoulders scraping up against the delicate bas relief sculptures on it's way through the narrower sections of wall. The various activities interest them about as much as the carvings it carlessly scraped and making a bee line for where the alcohol is served.

"Good. Strong. Not Strongest. Drinking remember. Not forget" mawangi accented elven echos from inside the helm as it pushes on the complicated locking mechanism to disengage the helm, revealing a face that matches the cover. A chain of bent, bashed, broken, and chewed chunks of copper is reverently pulled up over the head. He mumbles a prayer and runs a finger along each medalion until he reaches a silver one, which is placed at the base of the nearest statue of Calistria.

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A Varisian half-elf enters and heads for an unoccupied priest.

"Greetings. I wish to submit a donation in return for some short-term company."

The priest replies, "But of course. Was there anyone in particular you had in mind?" as he ushers her towards the "show floor".

The half-elf runs an appraising eye over the assembled individuals of negotiable affection before making her pick. "Those two."

"That will cost double..."

"I'm aware." The half-elf forks over the required sum, bringing a smile back to the priest's face.

"Zeljka, Variel," he calls, summoning the selected persons - a muscular half-orc and a lithe elf. "This lady has requested your company for the next hour. I am sure you leave her satisfied."

"Oh, I'm certain they will," the half-elf replies with a grin, before heading off to a more private location with her new companions.

Scarab Sages

A drunken, middle aged, disheveled man with a bottle of strong wine in one hand stumbles in. He mumbles things under his breath about 'damn water kineticists' and 'harpy of a sister.' At one point he trips over himself but manages a full forward roll and finds himself upright once again.

Uuuh, hostess? Proprietor? Madame? Whatchamacall it? I need, I need something, er, someONE tah take muh mind off. . . things."

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@Pyrite
A tender from the bar, a woman who seemed more human then elven quickly, greeted the green scale who entered. She gave him a kind smile and lead him to the common drinking area by taking his claw gently. "We have a variety of liquids sure to make their way into even the most fortified gullet... It seems your southern... Not a common site here. Drink well friend, I'll tend to your needs." She mused as they arrived. She slipped away from the tall Idyllkin and returned to face him on the other side of the bar. She placed a dark brew within a pint before the man she agreed had to be strong. "Here, perhaps this?"
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@Cathran
Sliding in to the entry hall from a previously occupied 'meeting' bath, The vine infused elf grinned as the Half-elf made her way with two of the other concubines. "Good choices." Ery smirked as he continued on.

The two men to whom Cathran took operated as one would expect...and as If they had worked togather numerous times before in such fashions...
Perfom Duty!: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (5) + 7 = 12
They performed with expected perimeters, though not with the renowned excellence that the Saloon's rumor mill suggested.
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@Vamp
Looking to the man who seemed off put, Ery approached with a simple cloth robe around his lithe form.
"My dear friend, you strike me as a man who's story is something worthy of bardic tales... Why not have a seat with me?" He motioned to a vacant booth along one of the walls beneath dimmed lamp.

Ery slid into the booth, holding his robes lightly to gather. He snapped his fingers gaining the attention of a youthful tender wearing a simple black dress. She approached and exchanged elven words with the verdant elf.
A nod was exchanged. Before long the young woman arrived with a kettle of tea, steeping with two cups on a small platter accompanied with a few saltines, cheeses and berries...

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Eryzule, Lord of Tea wrote:

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@Cathran
Sliding in to the entry hall from a previously occupied 'meeting' bath, The vine infused elf grinned as the Half-elf made her way with two of the other concubines. "Good choices." Ery smirked as he continued on.

The two men to whom Cathran took operated as one would expect...and as If they had worked togather numerous times before in such fashions...
[dice=Perfom Duty!] 1d20 + 7
They performed with expected perimeters, though not with the renowned excellence that the Saloon's rumor mill suggested.
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Only the elf was a man. Zeljka is a female name. And yes, Cathran was quite pleased with her hour of company.

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Quote:

@Vamp

Looking to the man who seemed off put, Ery approached with a simple cloth robe around his lithe form.
"My dear friend, you strike me as a man who's story is something worthy of bardic tales... Why not have a seat with me?" He motioned to a vacant booth along one of the walls beneath dimmed lamp.

Ery slid into the booth, holding his robes lightly to gather. He snapped his fingers gaining the attention of a youthful tender wearing a simple black dress. She approached and exchanged elven words with the verdant elf.
A nod was exchanged. Before long the young woman arrived with a kettle of tea, steeping with two cups on a small platter accompanied with a few saltines, cheeses and berries...

sorry, I posted this under my normal account, instead of the character I intended to use, this is the right character

"I, oh, thas- thas nice o ya. It's, itsh mah sis. I'm a Goldhirch ya see. Muh family's bloodline's known fer producin' kineticists. But only the women. Muh sis is one, and she doesn't let me ferget it. According to her I'm nothin,' since I didn't produce no female heir to carry on the bloodline. I mean, I own muh own brewery, I'm a successful man! Buh' the worst is muh boy. See he's a kineticist, darn good one too, makes me proud, but she treats him like an abomination 'cuse he's not a she. In her head, women are kineticists, not men. And she torments me an' me son so.

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@Cathran
Sorry about that. I don't know why I missed that info. Still team work was affective!

The Half-orc and elf, once finished with their hour, dress and offer suggestive praise before they leave their temporary mistress. Though not a regular occurrence, the elf pauses, placing a hand on the orc turning to face Cathran in the door. "Join us for a bath? On us." She offered a wink. The orc shook his head giving a smirk before making his way onward. "Variel approves as well. He's just a little more...routine oriented then I am." She smiles, waiting.

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@Vincenet

Listening closely, the woman's eyes never lifted or wondered away from the gent who's attention she gave. Her head nodded as he spoke and her expressions seemed to bare sympathy and understanding of his plight.
"She's a strong woman...but it seems she's allowed the pride of her lineage to cloud her judgment. So what is it you seek my dear?" A soft hand gently placed upon his. "My name is Sarah. What is yours?"

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Eryzule, Lord of Tea wrote:

@Cathran

Sorry about that. I don't know why I missed that info. Still team work was affective!

The Half-orc and elf, once finished with their hour, dress and offer suggestive praise before they leave their temporary mistress. Though not a regular occurrence, the elf pauses, placing a hand on the orc turning to face Cathran in the door. "Join us for a bath? On us." He offered a wink. The orc shook her head giving a smirk before making her way onward. "Zeljka approves as well. She's just a little more...routine oriented then I am." He smiles, waiting.

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FTFY

Upon considering her current state, Cathran gives a laugh.

"I certainly could use a wash after all that. Count me in."

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@Cathran

With a nod, the elf waited on Cathran offering an arm upon them headed toward the bathing pool. "A woman like you strikes me as one who could have easily acquired companionship elsewhere. Dare I ask why you came here? Surely it wasn't just for our finery." Variel chuckled as he opened the door to the bathing pool.

This particular pool was located down stairs. It possessed a black marble floor with several gold striped columns depicting blades and bees against the walls. The water was a crystal blue, an imposing female half-orc sat confidently naked within its clear waters, relaxing with her head leaned back out of the water.

"You got comfy fast." the elf said before removing his clothing once again to join Zeljka. The half-orc remained silent, giving a wave of her large hand in a dismissive fashion.
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"If it was your finery I was after, I'd have had you keep your clothes on," she replies with a bit of snark.

Cathran strips and takes her own seat in the pool as she talks.

"No, it's more a matter of ensured quality. I have a poor track record when it comes to finding satisfying company, so I prefer a place where I know I'm getting what I paid for.

"There's also the fact that the temple makes sure to keep you all clean. I'd rather not have to waste any of my hard-earned gold clearing up an infection resulting from a one-night stand."

With a smirk, she adds, "I'd much rather waste my money on more enjoyable endeavors."

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Cathran with Variel and Zeljka:

"You think We'd bath with cloths?" the elf scoffed.

Listening to Cathran, Variel smirked giving a nod.

Zeljka leaned foreword. "Cleanliness is important." She spoke, looking to Cathran before getting splashed by her aloof partner.
"She's obviously aware." He laughed.

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