[TW: Sexual Content, Predatory Seduction]
The letter is left for her at the tiefling slum bar "Devil's Own" which she frequents, on paper so fine that old Iados is almost afraid to touch it; it's heavy and scented with rich vanilla and musk.
When the wax seal is broken, the letter reads: "If you are interested in paying your debt, we may come to a beneficial arrangement for us both. The seventeenth of this month, Heavenly Delights Inn, at first nightwatch. Dress appropriately. Give my card at the door." There is a calling card in the letter, the kind used by high society members: a card with the name 'Veshti Selmer' drawn in the style of a cursive red ribbon. It is an elven name, but not one she recognizes.
There is also a single platinum piece, possibly for her dress; the Heavenly Delights Inn is a high class place just inside the Sun District. Fine enough for a dress code and expensive courtesans; not so fine that it loses the appeal of "slumming" for rich citizens who wouldn't step outside their safe comfortable district for all the tea in Stormdale.
Old Iados is not pleased to hand over the letter to Sunrise. "I don't like this, Sunny. What does a fancy elf want with you? And in a place like that? Lucky she wasn't stabbed coming this side of town just to deliver the letter. She was wearing rubies at her neck! Rubies, Sunny! In this neighborhood! Elves."
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"I've told you a million times, it's Sunrise, not Sunny," she murmurs absently as she opens the letter. "I haven't been Sunny since I was a chi-" Her voice trails off as she reads the message. Color drains from her delicate features, but other than that her expression doesn't change.
She reads it a second time, then puts it back in the envelope, looking thoughtful. "Iados," she begins, "can you tell me more about what she looked like?"
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"Rubies," he repeats, rubbing a rag over the bar. "Red hair. Like. Scarlet red. Wore a cloak and I saw the hair and thought she was one of us until she reached the bar and I saw her eyes. That red. Light brown skin. Expensive clothes, big purse. Flirty smile." He snorts disapprovingly. "You wear perfume like that, with red hair loose like that, men gonna get the wrong ideas. Especially when you smile like that. Be careful, Sunny. Madams recruit from the slums sometimes, you know. You're a good girl."
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She laughs at this, shaking her head. "I'm not going to be a courtesan. There's money in it, but you know I want so much more than that."
She leans on the bar and sips her wine. "Ever heard the name Veshti Selmer?"
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"Sounds like a courtesan," Iados offers, perhaps unhelpfully. "When I was a boy, back when you were just a song in your mama's pretty voice, we used to pool money on elven women with names like that. Hey, Kaider," he calls down to the end of the bar at his youngest son, a strapping bouncer in his prime. "You heard of Selmer? One of your expensive district girlfriends maybe?"
The man shakes his head, looking amused at the accusation, then pauses at the sight of the letter. "Wait, that redheaded elf? No, but one of the patrons swore that she looked the spitting image of some fancy politician who dips into the Nightdocks now and again." The black market district services almost everyone in the city, including corrupt politicians.
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Sunrise nods, thoughtful again, and drains her wine. "I should head home," she tells Iados, leaving her payment on the bar. "Thanks for delivering this."
Over the next couple days she asks around, including at various temples, to see what can be learned about Veshti Selmer.
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Most people do not know who she is, but perseverance pays off: she is an elven politician, and a woman--a combination which is not rare but not terribly usual either.
She faithfully visits the temple of Lastai, she is young by elf standards if not by Brilight standards, and she is bucking for the position of Redport commissioner: a political position which carries very little direct power but from which a savvy holder can make friends and skim money to further their career. The last three Redport commissioners went on from their position to much higher political offices on the council.
She also, or so it is rumored, visits the Nightdocks to support her habit for poppyweed smokes--a lightly addictive pleasure drug which can only be gotten on the black market due to piracy hiccups in the supply line.
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Sunrise tucks all this information away.
On the night in question, she wears a simple sheath dress, its ivory color creamy against her skin. At the bottom it shades to pale gold; embroidered vines in the same shade climb up the skirt. Her jewelry continues the theme: silver vines with small gold leaves spiral up her forearms, and clips made to look like delicate branches dipped in gold hold her hair in an artistically pseudo-messy up-do. All in all, it's an only very slightly upscale version of what she would normally wear to perform, and by candlelight she seems to glow like a flame.
She enters the upscale club as if she belongs there. In fact she has visited similar establishments - but only as the entertainment. Back straight, looking cool and unbothered, she presents the card at the door as instructed.
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The gentleman at the door is too well bred to raise an eyebrow but his expression changes from faintly skeptical at the appearance of a tiefling, to surprise at the presentation of the card. She is led after a short delay to a beautiful circular booth in the far corner of the lower level of the inn, a spot with a curtain to pull for privacy or to leave open to look upon other diners. For the moment, the curtain is half-closed, providing a window onto the dining floor but veiled privacy within the booth.
The woman waiting for her inside the curtain is gorgeous by any reasonable measure. She looks to be in her late 20s or early 30s, which for an elf could mean anything. Her hair is a blazing crimson that stands out against olive brown skin and the slightest smattering of freckles. Her ears are long and delicate, her fingernails painted and dipped in jewels, and her dress is cut low to show cleavage which would make a man weak in the knees. Emeralds dangle from her ears and nestle between her breasts, matching the green sheen of her dress.
Her eyes flick over Sunrise with playful hunger and she pats the cushion beside her with a smile. "Welcome, dear. Come sit with me. Have you experienced Heavenly Delights before?"
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She nods with a smile, sliding into the offered seat. "Ms. Selmer, I presume? I see rubies have been switched for emeralds."
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Delicate fingers touch her jewels and she smiles warmly. "Do you like them? And please, dear, call me Veshti. If we are to be better acquainted, I would have it be on a first name basis with you."
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"Are we to be better acquainted?" she asks seriously. "Your letter raised more questions than it answered."
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Veshti's smile gentles. "I would like that, yes. I think perhaps you might like it as well," she adds with a hint of amusement. "I'm informed you're well on your way to making a name for yourself in politics. You know, I hope, that you will need a sponsor." She gives Sunrise an appraising look over her wineglass. "Idealism and the impoverished huddled masses will only get you so far, I'm afraid."
Eyes still glinting with laughter, she tilts her head. "And you haven't answered my question. You are a follower of Hamity, I think? Do you like them," she repeats. She brushes a hand over the jewels at her breasts, eyes dancing as she studies the tiefling girl.
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"They're very good quality," she says with a slight nod after only a moment's hesitation. "Well-cut, and they suit your coloring."
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Veshti grins and reaches up to cup Sunrise's cheek affectionately.
Leaning back in her seat, she makes a gesture and a waiter instantly appears. She orders a dizzying array of seafood: delicate fish in white wines, scallops, and oysters. She also orders spirits for herself and her companion. The man takes down her order and disappears, drawing the curtain behind him.
"I wasn't born in Bright-Light-on-the-Water," she observes, turning back to Sunrise with an appraising eye. "I came from an elf clan to the north. Wretched, filthy place with a lovely name no human--or tiefling, I imagine--can pronounce. I came to the city when I was very young, seeking escape." She grins wolfishly. "I ended up working the beds in this very inn, believe it or not. These jewels, excessive though they may be, serve to communicate to the regulars just how much it would cost to have me: a king's fortune, lost to the night. No one has yet taken me up on the offer, which is just as well."
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Sunrise relaxes a marginal amount. "Do the regulars often assume that any woman in the inn is on offer? Perhaps I should have worn more jewels myself."
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Vesti grins again and pats Sunrise's knee. "You're exquisitely decked. No one will bother you. Especially if you remain by my side. Ah, our first course has arrived!"
She eats lightly and sparingly, saving room for more, and her hand has a habit of lingering affectionately on Sunrise's knee. "Have you run into a concept called a life debt, dear?" the woman asks as she eats. "The bards love to romanticize it. It's a barbarian custom."
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Sunrise makes no sign of wanting or not wanting food, but she doesn't eat until invited to.
She nods at the question. "I've sung of such things," she says with a little smile. "It makes for lovely stories. In real life, of course, no one is bound by a debt they didn't enter into freely." Her tone is light and casual, and she punctuates her words with a very small sip of the expensive liqueur Vesti has provided.
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Veshti grins and heaps the girl's plate fuller from the spread served to them, and refills her glass with more wine. "Yes! Yes, ah, a bard who understands! How rare! What a jewel!" Her eyes soften and seem almost smitten for a moment. "A debt is like a marriage: It is only worth as much as the parties involved say it is worth. If only one party says a thing is owed, their belief may be true but it is meaningless. Each must agree."
She sips at her wine, studying Sunrise with bright eyes. "You answered my letter, which means you believe you have a debt--or you are curious enough to meet someone who believes you to be in debt to them. Let us settle that right now, dear. Yes, I paid to have you raised at the Lastai temple last year. No, I will not hold it over you. I have no desire for an indentured servant or unwilling accomplice. You may, if you desire, consider the debt null. Or," she adds with a grin, "if your conscience compels you not to accept charity, we can barter a token of repayment. A kiss, if you like. Or something more," she adds with playful stroke of Sunrise's knee. "You see? I'm perfectly willing to wipe the slate clean in whatever manner you desire."
Leaning back in her seat, her eyes hood with shadows but her smile is warm and amused. "Or. If you please, we can parlay this so-called debt into a relationship which could be mutually beneficial to us both. A marriage, if you will, of convenience. I have been seeking another protege for some time, and you have caught my eye as a worthwhile candidate."
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She takes a scallop and chews it slowly, allowing herself to savor it while also buying a moment to think.
"You delivered the letter," she says a moment later. "You saw the neighborhood I grew up in." Her tone grows dry for a moment. "The city has its own myths, but the truth is that where I come from, anyone too proud to accept charity never leaves. I meant it: I don't consider myself bound by debts I didn't enter into."
She takes a deliberately slow sip of wine, then sets the glass carefully down. "But a relationship of equals, free of obligation? Yes, I would like to discuss that. What sort of 'protege' are you envisioning?"
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Veshti grins at the answer, clearly pleased by her philosophy. "A woman after my own heart. Can I speak plainly? Right now, you are at best an aspiring demagogue. A rabble rouser. A nobody from nothing. The powers-that-be in this city will, when you become popular enough to notice, turn their wrath on you. Not because you are a tiefling or a woman--though those things will not help--but because you are an outsider. You rail against the system, demand changes and cures and results, without being part of it."
She sips at her wine and leans forward. "Outsiders are dangerous. This is basic animal instinct, not politics. The crowd you play for, they will get you how far? A tiny corner of Westside to rule over as elected postmaster or a civil court judge? Maaaaaybe a mid-level position in the district governor's office? Though it's said the Westside governor prefers boys to girls, dear, and that's a problem for you, I daresay."
Chuckling, she leans back again. "But here I am. Established, known, and with a tiny corner of power I've carved out for myself. An insider who paid her dues and knows the value of a friend. Trusted. I need allies within the system too, dear. Proteges who watch my back--and I theirs--because we rise or fall together as a group. I have two girls already; you will be my third. I only take in girls and I only take in certain... kinds of girls. But if you pass my tests, and if you want this position, you will have a suite of rooms in my Sun District home of your very own and you will be brought into the inner circle of politics in this city as my personal ward. I will mentor you, and help you, and in return you will help me."
Her grin turns wolfish. "This is not a sinecure position I am offering. You will work hard and you will think terrible things about me. But you will rise, and if you are the woman I think you are, you want that shot at power."
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She swirls the wine in her glass, studying it dispassionately while the woman talks.
"I do want power," she says after a moment. "I'm not ashamed to admit that. This city needs changes." She looks up; passion in her golden eyes makes them seem to glow. "The plague is the most immediate and most urgent problem, but it's only one symptom of a corrupt system. Yes, I want power, real power, the kind that lets you make real changes. I'm willing to work and to fight to get it. If that's what you're offering a shot at, I'm interested. But too many people speak of 'power' as something one uses to line one's pockets and reward one's friends." She shakes her head. "If I just wanted money, there's easier ways to get it."
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Veshti laughs again, a silver bell of a laugh that fills the closed space. "An idealist. I love it. You're everything I expected from your performances."
Eyes hooded, she studies the girl with amusement. "It is no secret that I am currently seeking the position of Redport commissioner," she says affably. "It is a stepping stone to more and greater things and, yes, it is a lucrative position. But I do not seek power to line my pockets, dear; I line my pockets in search of power. If all I wanted was money and friends, I'd have stayed a courtesan." Sipping at her wine, she chuckles. "I daresay you could make the same career choice. That you have not tells me volumes."
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She nods slowly, not reacting to the courtesan comment. "So. Let's talk. What 'certain types of girls' are you looking for, and what sort of tests are we talking about?"
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The elf woman chuckles again. "Let me ask you a question, dear. How adverse are you to favors of a sexual nature? Have you ever, to be blunt, paid rent on your back?"
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She takes a deep breath, then another. "I've been fortunate enough not to have to," she says quietly. "I would prefer to continue being so fortunate. I accept that that may not be possible."
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The elf woman studies her for a long moment, only cold appraisal in her eyes.
Then, it is as though a switch has flicked. She withdraws her hand from the girl's knee and she relaxes in her seat. The earthy lust she's been projecting for the entirety of the conversation simply... vanishes, as though it were never there. Her expression turns businesslike, with only the faintest softness about her eyes to indicate friendliness. "I am not a madam," she says easily, leaning back in her seat and swirling the wine in her glass. "I have no interest in recruiting courtesans, either for my own use or others'. However. There will be times in your political career when your body will be needed for use. If I do my job properly, those times will be few and far between, but they will exist and they are part of paying your dues. The kind of girls I recruit are the ones who can accept that reality and turn it to their own advantage."
She lays her purse on the table and withdraws two keys--each embossed with a room number along the length of the metal--and a little resin token which resembles a red autumn leaf wrapped in a ribbon. "I have only one test for you, and it will be my only test. There will be no future tests of your loyalty; I want trust and faith between us, and neither can flourish when being constantly questioned. So here is your assignment: There is a man at a table there."
She flicks a discreet finger and Sunrise sees an elderly human in his sixties waiting at a table alone and looking unhappy. "He was expecting a leggy blond and is disappointed she has not shown. You will go to his table and seduce him in her place. It will not be difficult to do so," she adds with a snort. "He will assume you are a courtesan and will offer to pay you. You will not take his money," she says, giving the girl a sharp look. "Do you understand? No money under any circumstances. You will refuse it, politely. You will take him up to this room--", she hands her the first key, "--and you will treat him with all the respect you would give your father and all the affection you would give your lover. He is old and boorish and predictable, and you can probably get away with using only your mouth," she adds, thinning her lips in mild distaste.
"When he falls asleep after, you will leave this resin token on the pillow beside him and you will let yourself out. Do not harm him, wake him, or steal from him. I want him happy and healthy. Come to this room--", she touches the second key, "--and let yourself in quietly. Quietly. If I am alone, or when the gentleman leaves, you and I will speak and I will tell you why I have asked all this of you."
She leans back in her seat and studies the girl. "I know I am asking you to take a leap of faith. I can promise you this: if you decide to work with me, I will never lie to you, nor will I withhold information without an extremely good reason. I will not ask you to do things without having very good reasons for what I ask, and I will usually even share those reasons in advance. You could say tonight is an anomaly with a purpose: I need to know if you will trust me when you don't know my reasons. I am throwing you into the sea, Sunrise, to see if you can swim. Or you can walk out that door and back into your old life; I will not stop you or trouble you in any way. I am offering you my friendship and patronage, but there is no shame in deciding my ways are not for you."
This speech done, she pauses and arches an eyebrow. "I suppose I do have to ask: you're not a virgin, are you? I'm assuming not, but that would change things ever so slightly."
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She turns her head when Veshti indicates the man, her expression unchanging. When she turns back, only a keen observer would notice the slight tremble in her hand as she reaches for her wine glass. "I assume you want this done sooner rather than later? If I'd known, I'd have eaten more quickly; seems a shame to let all this go to waste." She sips her wine and takes a breath. "And no, I'm not. I suppose I've got time for a comfort break first?" she asks, using the genteel euphemism for something her childhood neighbors would have expressed in much cruder terms.
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Her smile is warmly amused. "If you're hungry afterward, I'll have more food sent up to my room. I treat my wards well, Sunrise, and you're welcome to partake of whatever is offered. I'm not trying to ensnare you. Though I do realize," she adds with a grin, "that's what they all say."
"As for the comfort break," she says, moving to rise from her seat, "take as you need. The ladies' room is there on the right. He will wait another candlemark or so, I'd wager; she really was supposed to show and it's quite odd that she didn't." A ghost of a smile crosses her lips but quickly fades. "And now I must go offer my body to someone far less... pleasant," she adds with a sigh. "So now you know I will never ask anything of you that I'm not willing to do myself or worse."
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She responds with a grateful nod. She doesn't exactly gulp the rest of her wine, but she does take a long sip before rising and heading in the direction pointed out.
In the privacy of the ladies' room she lets herself shake, hot tears falling from a riot of competing emotions. Then she wipes her face with a cool, wet towel, takes a deep breath, and composes herself.
When she emerges, it's with the confident walk and dazzling smile of a true performer. Without hesitation, she approaches the old man and slides in next to him, her arm going around his shoulders. "Well hey there," she purrs. "Why so sad?"
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He jumps in surprise at her touch, but his smile is warm when he recovers. "Ah? Oh, I... P-pardon my... Well, you see, I was... waiting for someone," he explains, his smile turning profoundly embarrassed. "She hasn't... Well, I mean... I suppose she... Isn't coming."
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She pouts. "Your friend stood you up? That doesn't sound very friendly." Her other hand, in an echo of Veshti's earlier movements, comes to rest on his knee. "Maybe you need a better friend."
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"O-oh!" Startled, but not displeased, he peers more closely at her, smiling warmly now that he understands the situation. "You know, I've never... You're a tiefling, aren't you? Remarkable eyes. I, uh." His eyes flick to her jewelry as math occurs with long and easy practice. "I, ah. Well. She really should have arrived by now, if she were... Well. Yes. F-five platinum, I think?"
It's as astounding amount for a single night's work, even for skilled bed work, but he tosses it off the cuff as though the price were nothing to him.
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Her eyes crinkle. Leaning in, she kisses one wrinkled cheek. "Don't worry about that." Offering him a hand, she adds, "Shall we?"
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He blinks at her, thoroughly confused. "But I. No?" Studying her with fresh delight, and entirely puzzled, he lets her lead him upstairs to the room. "I. I'm. Marcon," he offers almost shyly, as they step over the threshold. "You're. You're beautiful. Your eyes really are. Well. Stunning."
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"Thank you," she says, smiling. "Call me Honor." She kisses his hand. "It would be my honor to please you tonight."
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"Oh, gosh, I." Stunned and smiling, he sits on the edge of the bed and looks up at her with warm eyes. "Honor. Your hair is just." He reaches up a hand to reverently touch a lock. "I, uh. I'm not as young as I used to be," he warns with a chuckle. "But I. And those horns are just. Exquisite. May I touch? It won't hurt you if I?"
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"Not at all," she murmurs. She ducks her head - then sinks into a deferential kneeling position, ostensibly giving him a better angle to examine them.
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"Oh. Oh my." His breath catches and she can feel the desire on him, the way his body heat increases instantly when she kneels. His hand reaches out to stroke her horns with infinite gentleness. Slowly, his fingers gain confidence and trace down to the root of her horns, touching her hair and the silken skin.
"Honor?" His voice chokes slightly in the semi-darkness of the room. "I, ah. If you. If you really do want to. Ah." Papery hands fumble at his belt and heat rolls from the core of him. "Ah, I. I wouldn't say no to. Well."
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Willing warmth into her smile, she lifts her eyes to meet his as she reaches for his belt.
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The letter is left for her at the tiefling slum bar "Devil's Own" which she frequents, on paper so fine that old Iados is almost afraid to touch it; it's heavy and scented with rich vanilla and musk.
When the wax seal is broken, the letter reads: "If you are interested in paying your debt, we may come to a beneficial arrangement for us both. The seventeenth of this month, Heavenly Delights Inn, at first nightwatch. Dress appropriately. Give my card at the door." There is a calling card in the letter, the kind used by high society members: a card with the name 'Veshti Selmer' drawn in the style of a cursive red ribbon. It is an elven name, but not one she recognizes.
There is also a single platinum piece, possibly for her dress; the Heavenly Delights Inn is a high class place just inside the Sun District. Fine enough for a dress code and expensive courtesans; not so fine that it loses the appeal of "slumming" for rich citizens who wouldn't step outside their safe comfortable district for all the tea in Stormdale.
Old Iados is not pleased to hand over the letter to Sunrise. "I don't like this, Sunny. What does a fancy elf want with you? And in a place like that? Lucky she wasn't stabbed coming this side of town just to deliver the letter. She was wearing rubies at her neck! Rubies, Sunny! In this neighborhood! Elves."
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"I've told you a million times, it's Sunrise, not Sunny," she murmurs absently as she opens the letter. "I haven't been Sunny since I was a chi-" Her voice trails off as she reads the message. Color drains from her delicate features, but other than that her expression doesn't change.
She reads it a second time, then puts it back in the envelope, looking thoughtful. "Iados," she begins, "can you tell me more about what she looked like?"
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"Rubies," he repeats, rubbing a rag over the bar. "Red hair. Like. Scarlet red. Wore a cloak and I saw the hair and thought she was one of us until she reached the bar and I saw her eyes. That red. Light brown skin. Expensive clothes, big purse. Flirty smile." He snorts disapprovingly. "You wear perfume like that, with red hair loose like that, men gonna get the wrong ideas. Especially when you smile like that. Be careful, Sunny. Madams recruit from the slums sometimes, you know. You're a good girl."
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She laughs at this, shaking her head. "I'm not going to be a courtesan. There's money in it, but you know I want so much more than that."
She leans on the bar and sips her wine. "Ever heard the name Veshti Selmer?"
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"Sounds like a courtesan," Iados offers, perhaps unhelpfully. "When I was a boy, back when you were just a song in your mama's pretty voice, we used to pool money on elven women with names like that. Hey, Kaider," he calls down to the end of the bar at his youngest son, a strapping bouncer in his prime. "You heard of Selmer? One of your expensive district girlfriends maybe?"
The man shakes his head, looking amused at the accusation, then pauses at the sight of the letter. "Wait, that redheaded elf? No, but one of the patrons swore that she looked the spitting image of some fancy politician who dips into the Nightdocks now and again." The black market district services almost everyone in the city, including corrupt politicians.
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Sunrise nods, thoughtful again, and drains her wine. "I should head home," she tells Iados, leaving her payment on the bar. "Thanks for delivering this."
Over the next couple days she asks around, including at various temples, to see what can be learned about Veshti Selmer.
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Most people do not know who she is, but perseverance pays off: she is an elven politician, and a woman--a combination which is not rare but not terribly usual either.
She faithfully visits the temple of Lastai, she is young by elf standards if not by Brilight standards, and she is bucking for the position of Redport commissioner: a political position which carries very little direct power but from which a savvy holder can make friends and skim money to further their career. The last three Redport commissioners went on from their position to much higher political offices on the council.
She also, or so it is rumored, visits the Nightdocks to support her habit for poppyweed smokes--a lightly addictive pleasure drug which can only be gotten on the black market due to piracy hiccups in the supply line.
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Sunrise tucks all this information away.
On the night in question, she wears a simple sheath dress, its ivory color creamy against her skin. At the bottom it shades to pale gold; embroidered vines in the same shade climb up the skirt. Her jewelry continues the theme: silver vines with small gold leaves spiral up her forearms, and clips made to look like delicate branches dipped in gold hold her hair in an artistically pseudo-messy up-do. All in all, it's an only very slightly upscale version of what she would normally wear to perform, and by candlelight she seems to glow like a flame.
She enters the upscale club as if she belongs there. In fact she has visited similar establishments - but only as the entertainment. Back straight, looking cool and unbothered, she presents the card at the door as instructed.
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The gentleman at the door is too well bred to raise an eyebrow but his expression changes from faintly skeptical at the appearance of a tiefling, to surprise at the presentation of the card. She is led after a short delay to a beautiful circular booth in the far corner of the lower level of the inn, a spot with a curtain to pull for privacy or to leave open to look upon other diners. For the moment, the curtain is half-closed, providing a window onto the dining floor but veiled privacy within the booth.
The woman waiting for her inside the curtain is gorgeous by any reasonable measure. She looks to be in her late 20s or early 30s, which for an elf could mean anything. Her hair is a blazing crimson that stands out against olive brown skin and the slightest smattering of freckles. Her ears are long and delicate, her fingernails painted and dipped in jewels, and her dress is cut low to show cleavage which would make a man weak in the knees. Emeralds dangle from her ears and nestle between her breasts, matching the green sheen of her dress.
Her eyes flick over Sunrise with playful hunger and she pats the cushion beside her with a smile. "Welcome, dear. Come sit with me. Have you experienced Heavenly Delights before?"
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She nods with a smile, sliding into the offered seat. "Ms. Selmer, I presume? I see rubies have been switched for emeralds."
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Delicate fingers touch her jewels and she smiles warmly. "Do you like them? And please, dear, call me Veshti. If we are to be better acquainted, I would have it be on a first name basis with you."
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"Are we to be better acquainted?" she asks seriously. "Your letter raised more questions than it answered."
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Veshti's smile gentles. "I would like that, yes. I think perhaps you might like it as well," she adds with a hint of amusement. "I'm informed you're well on your way to making a name for yourself in politics. You know, I hope, that you will need a sponsor." She gives Sunrise an appraising look over her wineglass. "Idealism and the impoverished huddled masses will only get you so far, I'm afraid."
Eyes still glinting with laughter, she tilts her head. "And you haven't answered my question. You are a follower of Hamity, I think? Do you like them," she repeats. She brushes a hand over the jewels at her breasts, eyes dancing as she studies the tiefling girl.
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"They're very good quality," she says with a slight nod after only a moment's hesitation. "Well-cut, and they suit your coloring."
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Veshti grins and reaches up to cup Sunrise's cheek affectionately.
Leaning back in her seat, she makes a gesture and a waiter instantly appears. She orders a dizzying array of seafood: delicate fish in white wines, scallops, and oysters. She also orders spirits for herself and her companion. The man takes down her order and disappears, drawing the curtain behind him.
"I wasn't born in Bright-Light-on-the-Water," she observes, turning back to Sunrise with an appraising eye. "I came from an elf clan to the north. Wretched, filthy place with a lovely name no human--or tiefling, I imagine--can pronounce. I came to the city when I was very young, seeking escape." She grins wolfishly. "I ended up working the beds in this very inn, believe it or not. These jewels, excessive though they may be, serve to communicate to the regulars just how much it would cost to have me: a king's fortune, lost to the night. No one has yet taken me up on the offer, which is just as well."
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Sunrise relaxes a marginal amount. "Do the regulars often assume that any woman in the inn is on offer? Perhaps I should have worn more jewels myself."
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Vesti grins again and pats Sunrise's knee. "You're exquisitely decked. No one will bother you. Especially if you remain by my side. Ah, our first course has arrived!"
She eats lightly and sparingly, saving room for more, and her hand has a habit of lingering affectionately on Sunrise's knee. "Have you run into a concept called a life debt, dear?" the woman asks as she eats. "The bards love to romanticize it. It's a barbarian custom."
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Sunrise makes no sign of wanting or not wanting food, but she doesn't eat until invited to.
She nods at the question. "I've sung of such things," she says with a little smile. "It makes for lovely stories. In real life, of course, no one is bound by a debt they didn't enter into freely." Her tone is light and casual, and she punctuates her words with a very small sip of the expensive liqueur Vesti has provided.
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Veshti grins and heaps the girl's plate fuller from the spread served to them, and refills her glass with more wine. "Yes! Yes, ah, a bard who understands! How rare! What a jewel!" Her eyes soften and seem almost smitten for a moment. "A debt is like a marriage: It is only worth as much as the parties involved say it is worth. If only one party says a thing is owed, their belief may be true but it is meaningless. Each must agree."
She sips at her wine, studying Sunrise with bright eyes. "You answered my letter, which means you believe you have a debt--or you are curious enough to meet someone who believes you to be in debt to them. Let us settle that right now, dear. Yes, I paid to have you raised at the Lastai temple last year. No, I will not hold it over you. I have no desire for an indentured servant or unwilling accomplice. You may, if you desire, consider the debt null. Or," she adds with a grin, "if your conscience compels you not to accept charity, we can barter a token of repayment. A kiss, if you like. Or something more," she adds with playful stroke of Sunrise's knee. "You see? I'm perfectly willing to wipe the slate clean in whatever manner you desire."
Leaning back in her seat, her eyes hood with shadows but her smile is warm and amused. "Or. If you please, we can parlay this so-called debt into a relationship which could be mutually beneficial to us both. A marriage, if you will, of convenience. I have been seeking another protege for some time, and you have caught my eye as a worthwhile candidate."
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She takes a scallop and chews it slowly, allowing herself to savor it while also buying a moment to think.
"You delivered the letter," she says a moment later. "You saw the neighborhood I grew up in." Her tone grows dry for a moment. "The city has its own myths, but the truth is that where I come from, anyone too proud to accept charity never leaves. I meant it: I don't consider myself bound by debts I didn't enter into."
She takes a deliberately slow sip of wine, then sets the glass carefully down. "But a relationship of equals, free of obligation? Yes, I would like to discuss that. What sort of 'protege' are you envisioning?"
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Veshti grins at the answer, clearly pleased by her philosophy. "A woman after my own heart. Can I speak plainly? Right now, you are at best an aspiring demagogue. A rabble rouser. A nobody from nothing. The powers-that-be in this city will, when you become popular enough to notice, turn their wrath on you. Not because you are a tiefling or a woman--though those things will not help--but because you are an outsider. You rail against the system, demand changes and cures and results, without being part of it."
She sips at her wine and leans forward. "Outsiders are dangerous. This is basic animal instinct, not politics. The crowd you play for, they will get you how far? A tiny corner of Westside to rule over as elected postmaster or a civil court judge? Maaaaaybe a mid-level position in the district governor's office? Though it's said the Westside governor prefers boys to girls, dear, and that's a problem for you, I daresay."
Chuckling, she leans back again. "But here I am. Established, known, and with a tiny corner of power I've carved out for myself. An insider who paid her dues and knows the value of a friend. Trusted. I need allies within the system too, dear. Proteges who watch my back--and I theirs--because we rise or fall together as a group. I have two girls already; you will be my third. I only take in girls and I only take in certain... kinds of girls. But if you pass my tests, and if you want this position, you will have a suite of rooms in my Sun District home of your very own and you will be brought into the inner circle of politics in this city as my personal ward. I will mentor you, and help you, and in return you will help me."
Her grin turns wolfish. "This is not a sinecure position I am offering. You will work hard and you will think terrible things about me. But you will rise, and if you are the woman I think you are, you want that shot at power."
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She swirls the wine in her glass, studying it dispassionately while the woman talks.
"I do want power," she says after a moment. "I'm not ashamed to admit that. This city needs changes." She looks up; passion in her golden eyes makes them seem to glow. "The plague is the most immediate and most urgent problem, but it's only one symptom of a corrupt system. Yes, I want power, real power, the kind that lets you make real changes. I'm willing to work and to fight to get it. If that's what you're offering a shot at, I'm interested. But too many people speak of 'power' as something one uses to line one's pockets and reward one's friends." She shakes her head. "If I just wanted money, there's easier ways to get it."
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Veshti laughs again, a silver bell of a laugh that fills the closed space. "An idealist. I love it. You're everything I expected from your performances."
Eyes hooded, she studies the girl with amusement. "It is no secret that I am currently seeking the position of Redport commissioner," she says affably. "It is a stepping stone to more and greater things and, yes, it is a lucrative position. But I do not seek power to line my pockets, dear; I line my pockets in search of power. If all I wanted was money and friends, I'd have stayed a courtesan." Sipping at her wine, she chuckles. "I daresay you could make the same career choice. That you have not tells me volumes."
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She nods slowly, not reacting to the courtesan comment. "So. Let's talk. What 'certain types of girls' are you looking for, and what sort of tests are we talking about?"
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The elf woman chuckles again. "Let me ask you a question, dear. How adverse are you to favors of a sexual nature? Have you ever, to be blunt, paid rent on your back?"
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She takes a deep breath, then another. "I've been fortunate enough not to have to," she says quietly. "I would prefer to continue being so fortunate. I accept that that may not be possible."
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The elf woman studies her for a long moment, only cold appraisal in her eyes.
Then, it is as though a switch has flicked. She withdraws her hand from the girl's knee and she relaxes in her seat. The earthy lust she's been projecting for the entirety of the conversation simply... vanishes, as though it were never there. Her expression turns businesslike, with only the faintest softness about her eyes to indicate friendliness. "I am not a madam," she says easily, leaning back in her seat and swirling the wine in her glass. "I have no interest in recruiting courtesans, either for my own use or others'. However. There will be times in your political career when your body will be needed for use. If I do my job properly, those times will be few and far between, but they will exist and they are part of paying your dues. The kind of girls I recruit are the ones who can accept that reality and turn it to their own advantage."
She lays her purse on the table and withdraws two keys--each embossed with a room number along the length of the metal--and a little resin token which resembles a red autumn leaf wrapped in a ribbon. "I have only one test for you, and it will be my only test. There will be no future tests of your loyalty; I want trust and faith between us, and neither can flourish when being constantly questioned. So here is your assignment: There is a man at a table there."
She flicks a discreet finger and Sunrise sees an elderly human in his sixties waiting at a table alone and looking unhappy. "He was expecting a leggy blond and is disappointed she has not shown. You will go to his table and seduce him in her place. It will not be difficult to do so," she adds with a snort. "He will assume you are a courtesan and will offer to pay you. You will not take his money," she says, giving the girl a sharp look. "Do you understand? No money under any circumstances. You will refuse it, politely. You will take him up to this room--", she hands her the first key, "--and you will treat him with all the respect you would give your father and all the affection you would give your lover. He is old and boorish and predictable, and you can probably get away with using only your mouth," she adds, thinning her lips in mild distaste.
"When he falls asleep after, you will leave this resin token on the pillow beside him and you will let yourself out. Do not harm him, wake him, or steal from him. I want him happy and healthy. Come to this room--", she touches the second key, "--and let yourself in quietly. Quietly. If I am alone, or when the gentleman leaves, you and I will speak and I will tell you why I have asked all this of you."
She leans back in her seat and studies the girl. "I know I am asking you to take a leap of faith. I can promise you this: if you decide to work with me, I will never lie to you, nor will I withhold information without an extremely good reason. I will not ask you to do things without having very good reasons for what I ask, and I will usually even share those reasons in advance. You could say tonight is an anomaly with a purpose: I need to know if you will trust me when you don't know my reasons. I am throwing you into the sea, Sunrise, to see if you can swim. Or you can walk out that door and back into your old life; I will not stop you or trouble you in any way. I am offering you my friendship and patronage, but there is no shame in deciding my ways are not for you."
This speech done, she pauses and arches an eyebrow. "I suppose I do have to ask: you're not a virgin, are you? I'm assuming not, but that would change things ever so slightly."
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She turns her head when Veshti indicates the man, her expression unchanging. When she turns back, only a keen observer would notice the slight tremble in her hand as she reaches for her wine glass. "I assume you want this done sooner rather than later? If I'd known, I'd have eaten more quickly; seems a shame to let all this go to waste." She sips her wine and takes a breath. "And no, I'm not. I suppose I've got time for a comfort break first?" she asks, using the genteel euphemism for something her childhood neighbors would have expressed in much cruder terms.
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Her smile is warmly amused. "If you're hungry afterward, I'll have more food sent up to my room. I treat my wards well, Sunrise, and you're welcome to partake of whatever is offered. I'm not trying to ensnare you. Though I do realize," she adds with a grin, "that's what they all say."
"As for the comfort break," she says, moving to rise from her seat, "take as you need. The ladies' room is there on the right. He will wait another candlemark or so, I'd wager; she really was supposed to show and it's quite odd that she didn't." A ghost of a smile crosses her lips but quickly fades. "And now I must go offer my body to someone far less... pleasant," she adds with a sigh. "So now you know I will never ask anything of you that I'm not willing to do myself or worse."
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She responds with a grateful nod. She doesn't exactly gulp the rest of her wine, but she does take a long sip before rising and heading in the direction pointed out.
In the privacy of the ladies' room she lets herself shake, hot tears falling from a riot of competing emotions. Then she wipes her face with a cool, wet towel, takes a deep breath, and composes herself.
When she emerges, it's with the confident walk and dazzling smile of a true performer. Without hesitation, she approaches the old man and slides in next to him, her arm going around his shoulders. "Well hey there," she purrs. "Why so sad?"
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He jumps in surprise at her touch, but his smile is warm when he recovers. "Ah? Oh, I... P-pardon my... Well, you see, I was... waiting for someone," he explains, his smile turning profoundly embarrassed. "She hasn't... Well, I mean... I suppose she... Isn't coming."
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She pouts. "Your friend stood you up? That doesn't sound very friendly." Her other hand, in an echo of Veshti's earlier movements, comes to rest on his knee. "Maybe you need a better friend."
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"O-oh!" Startled, but not displeased, he peers more closely at her, smiling warmly now that he understands the situation. "You know, I've never... You're a tiefling, aren't you? Remarkable eyes. I, uh." His eyes flick to her jewelry as math occurs with long and easy practice. "I, ah. Well. She really should have arrived by now, if she were... Well. Yes. F-five platinum, I think?"
It's as astounding amount for a single night's work, even for skilled bed work, but he tosses it off the cuff as though the price were nothing to him.
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Her eyes crinkle. Leaning in, she kisses one wrinkled cheek. "Don't worry about that." Offering him a hand, she adds, "Shall we?"
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He blinks at her, thoroughly confused. "But I. No?" Studying her with fresh delight, and entirely puzzled, he lets her lead him upstairs to the room. "I. I'm. Marcon," he offers almost shyly, as they step over the threshold. "You're. You're beautiful. Your eyes really are. Well. Stunning."
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"Thank you," she says, smiling. "Call me Honor." She kisses his hand. "It would be my honor to please you tonight."
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"Oh, gosh, I." Stunned and smiling, he sits on the edge of the bed and looks up at her with warm eyes. "Honor. Your hair is just." He reaches up a hand to reverently touch a lock. "I, uh. I'm not as young as I used to be," he warns with a chuckle. "But I. And those horns are just. Exquisite. May I touch? It won't hurt you if I?"
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"Not at all," she murmurs. She ducks her head - then sinks into a deferential kneeling position, ostensibly giving him a better angle to examine them.
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"Oh. Oh my." His breath catches and she can feel the desire on him, the way his body heat increases instantly when she kneels. His hand reaches out to stroke her horns with infinite gentleness. Slowly, his fingers gain confidence and trace down to the root of her horns, touching her hair and the silken skin.
"Honor?" His voice chokes slightly in the semi-darkness of the room. "I, ah. If you. If you really do want to. Ah." Papery hands fumble at his belt and heat rolls from the core of him. "Ah, I. I wouldn't say no to. Well."
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Willing warmth into her smile, she lifts her eyes to meet his as she reaches for his belt.
[OOC: fade to black]