Melanie
Ehkan opened the door to the Sinful Rose with a frown, and he rarely did that when entering a place filled with joy. The people there laughed away their sorrows with drinks in their hands, reminiscing about the day they had.

 Some sang beside a bard with terrible voices, but the smiles on their face were undeniable. Yet Ehkan, even with all this, wore a stern expression as he strolled to a chair and plopped down on it. 

 He stood out here like a handsome but sore thumb. It was Lazaroth, the kingdom of the Drow, and though he was elf blood, his Sun Elf mother had blessed him with dark skin. 

 It was the same Elf mother he had been searching for today, but that had been futile because despite being a century into the tracking game, his mother seemed to be a master of evading his skills. He has been around the realm, save for the more civilized parts of Gantrick, and nothing. 

 So now here he was, sulking in a... He looked around and tried to understand where exactly here was. He had stormed in here in a mood, and though he was still grumpy, he still wanted to know where he just walked into. 

 There were beautiful people here, though to be fair, most Drow were blessed with stunning features, and then there were people being led around by their pants buckle or collars. 

 Oh. 

 Ehkan leaned back, and a grin came to his face. His instincts had led him to somewhere that perfected getting rid of bad moods.
Serena
Feylindra had set her eyes on him the moment he came storming in. And she was far from alone. Though few turned their heads to stare plenty side eyed the newcomer. A Non-Drow wasn't necessarily unusual, there were workers for the more adventurous and not all of the sisters were of drowish blood. However, as a patron it was odd, those were largely the same. 

Naturally, Fey had to know just what he was up to. Someone new and different always piqued her interest 

Untangling her arms from a drunken customer she floated her way through the crowd to him. Hands brushed over exposed freckled skin as she moved but nothing seemed to deter her. 

It was no wonder why the drow men she passed spared her more than a glance, the fabric draped over her body could scarcely be called a dress, the black satin covering only the essentials but leaving little to one's imagination. It put her curved form on display and the ever so envied white speckled spots that graced nearly every inch. Just like many of the other workers here she carried an ethereal beauty about her, tainted so perfectly by the environment she placed herself in. 

Before any others could lay their claim Fey quickly snaked an arm around his neck pulling him closer and away from the door. This one was all hers. 

"And just what is someone like yourself doing here?" Fey purred fingers dancing up his arm, manicured nails lightly scratching across his skin. A sly smile spread across her face as she looked up to him, dark eyes studying his features. He was not her normal type, but she would remiss if she said he wasn't handsome. Not in the same elegant way as a Drow but more, impish. His eyes spelled the best kind of trouble. 

Painting him would send her brush to colors it so rarely touched. Would he stay long enough for her to be able to memorize each one?
Melanie
Ehkan grinned at the beautiful drow that draped her arms across his body. He could not take his eyes off her because what good reason did he have to ever do so? Skin like the night itself, dotted with small stars. Any anger that lingered in the elf's heart dissolved as her fingers climbed his arm, dancing across his muscles and up to his neck.

 There was a thrill in this. Ehkan could see the glares some men sent his way. He could see the customers were jealous of this stunning woman who had taken an interest in him, and to deepen the wound, he took her hand in his and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles. 

 He smiled at her again, his deep brown eyes focused only on her. "I was searching for someone, but that led to nothing. I got lost, and I fear I have gotten more lost in your eyes. Though I believe I can find myself if I am graced with your name. I am Ehkan."

 It was slightly unwise to reveal such in a place like this because these were not his lands, but he was unbothered by whatever threats came his way. He was the Son of the Sun, and this woman deserved to be embraced by him.
Serena
Feylindra watched as he graced his lips across her skin. As their fingers brushed together Fey took note of the callouses that grew across his hands. A stark contrast to her lotioned skin.

So quick to give his name. An outsider making himself right at home. Readily laying his claim. He was a bold one for sure. 

"Feylindra, most call me Fey." Fey wrapped her fingers around his leading him further inside. As it became clearer to others that she was sticking herself to him most lost interest focusing instead on the more available women. "I find myself rather glad you found yourself lost here of all places. It's not often someone new and so, fascinating walks in." 

Fey sat herself down a top of the many plush couches tucked away in a corner of its own. Candles sat burning at the tables serving as the only light source of light. As she settled she pulled on their entangled hands encouraging him to join her as she sunk further into the cushions. 

Here in the dark corner, her deep-colored skin nearly blended into the shadows the dance of the flames making her look only that much more like the night sky. Deep red eyes looked up from that sky studying the man before her. 

"May I ask who it was you were searching for?" While Fey was certainly curious, the thought also crossed her mind as to whether or not he was looking for the sisterhood. She rather hoped not, Fey was not interested in taking care of anyone in that way tonight.
Melanie
"Feylindra," Ehkan said the name in his Elvish tone, giving it the pronunciation it deserved. He smiled as he was led further inside the building to the more shady parts of this fine establishment "I like that name, it suits you in a way I cannot fully grasp. And I am glad I found myself lost here as well, for there are a lot more unkind places one can wander into in this Kingdom of yours. I already had to deal with a pair of unfortunate men on my way here."

 By men, he meant slavers, eager to have someone of such "Fine stock" As they had called him in their collection. Unfortunately for them, Ehkan had yet to set eyes on this incredible woman, so he was in a bad mood, and for their transgressions, he made them regret their decision, for the short time they were alive to do so, that is. 

 Now, here he was, being pulled by a woman as beautiful as the night itself. It was so funny how life worked in this world. If he walked a building further, he might have ended up in some boring old pub. 

 When they sat, Ehkan slowly pulled her closer till her perfume slightly choked him, which he did not mind at all. "As to who I was searching for. Well..." He paused, unsure of whether to start spilling his guts to someone he just met. He was not drunk enough for that, nor did he want to ruin whatever was about to occur by speaking of issues he had with a mother he never met. Instead, he took a deep breath and leaned back a bit.

He could speak on something else. Just recently he had come this way for a set of killers, ravaging the countryside of an old friend of his. 

 They had stolen loot and killed a set of people that led a resistance against them, Yes, that was more interesting than having to explain why he came all this way for the woman who abandoned him. 

 "I was searching for some killers out by Revanor. But I have been having trouble finding them. They seem to vanish every time I get close enough. I don't understand how, but it might just be a coincidence that it led me this far into the Kingdom."

 A lie. Well, half a lie. He had come further into the kingdom to get answers for that matter, but people kept slamming doors in his face while others whispered about some hidden group. Shrouded in mystery and danger, but he never pried further.
Serena
She liked the way her name sounded coming from his lips. It sent a shiver down her spine. It was so unlike the drowish accent that she was used to yet still smooth and alluring. 

"I can't say I am surprised, this land is filled with many unfortunate types." It was not hard to guess just what he meant, a man like him would be a top prize for any slaver. He would do well anywhere, with his looks though Fey would place her bets on him placed within a seedy brothel not unlike the one she was born in. 

Fey allowed him to pull her close readily draping herself across his lap and hooking her arm around his neck. Her free hand guided his to the bared skin of her waist, her skin was cold to the touch but the parts free to feel were soft and unmarred. The keen eye may have been able to spot the lightened lines of scars peeking from beneath the flowing cloth. She smelled of jasmine and the sea, the scent drifting between them as they drew close together. 

Here, even in the dim light, she could study him as she pleased. The gold undertones of his dark skin spoke a sun elf heritage though there was something else in there. Something closer to the earth. He reminded her of a contract some time ago. Some bastard son who had to go before he could try and lay his claim. Typical noble squabbles. 

Nimble fingers played with his hair, twirling the locks through her hands. There was the slightest hesitation, an almost imperceptible pause, at the mention of killers possibly originating from Lazaroth. 

"Mmm, likely, we drow like to keep to ourselves here." Fey had caught no wind of any sisters coming in from Revanor, it was uncommon for them to travel so far from their home. Yet, the thought still crossed her mind. The dagger pressing against her calf pushed to the forefront of her mind. It would be a pity to have to kill such a handsome face, but that did not mean she would hesitate if the need came. "Who is it they killed that caught your attention so?"

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Raising her hand from his she signaled over a passing server to their secluded spot as he spoke his answer. Even that small movement was graceful, methodical even. Manicured fingers curling in the most beautiful way, painted nails brushing across her palm. Leaning away from him she whispered into the server's ear before sending them off. Never once did her gaze leave him, red eyes constantly drifting over his face. Seemingly enraptured with him.