Justine
_**Sol's Landing, amid the wake of night among Khisfire. A market open under the pretense of exotic goods and sightly performances, one stray Illusionist caught her chance.**_

**A quieter bustle highlighted the night life of Khisfire. No longer did Solaris watch with her keen gaze, but invited Lunam to reach those solemn heights. Yet below their sibling feud, sighted a particularly intriguing market within the Capital, Sol's Landing. Crowds lessened, locals far more present as the familiar market space shifted to offer more exclusive goods and sights. Among the stands managed one with no goods to sell, but a small crowd managed around all the same. The night lights that would be stars seemed to have found their way among this particular stall, hovering stationless and brightening up the stage with a purple hue encompassing them. Illusionary magic, and all manner a spoiler for those foreign to this particular performer.**

**To be ignorant of her wasn't so uncommon, however, as who stepped atop the stage seemed a sightly figure rarely ever seen in the Capital. A woman local to the border regions of Khisfire, earning her spot in the Market by a particularly handy favour from the Loxodon incharge of the set up. An origin of Adventurer, a nature of entertainment! A performer trained under the blood of her family Lineage of Sorcerers. Vayra Vakara, and she would seek to find her groove in the Capital that she so rarely ever visited.**
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**Purple orbs hovering closer to the makeshift stage and set, further illuminating this curious figure. Dark horns and tail clad, a Tiefling woman of Grey skin and long raven locks, loose and draped over her shoulders. A delicate set of jewelerry dangling at her neck and along her Khisfiran-styled attire, offering the faintest of tunes once she swayed and offered her movement. And of her attire, ever loose and free to her form. Styled in the familiar angles of a Khisfiran dancer, her skin as much a feature of her attire as the silk that followed it!**

**Eyes among the crowd, her thoughts rested on the illusions that danced around her and in her thoughts. - It was time to perform, and her casting would lead her through it. No words required for her channeling, instead the soft dance-like motions that invited her forward. Heel raised, arm twirling with a hue of purple that fluttered around her. And behind the slightest darkness in the night, lay her golden gaze observing the crowd ahead. And that, a fang-like smile to showcase her confidence!**
Cheri
*The swirling sensations of nighttime were embedded into the atmosphere of the capital. Scents of spices and incense wafted through the streets as the hiss of oil in pans and the bustle of local conversation filled the streets with the hum of life. Stirred by the promise of new luxuries, The Madam of the Lion's Den made an excursion out this fine evening. The sky, clear as every desert night, stood above, filled with glittering starlight.*

*Wrapped in scarves, the woman set out among the locals to observe what was available. This evening was quiet in the Den, it being a work day and all, allowing the succubus a chance to do a bit of window shopping. Markets such as this, although not uncommon, were mainly present for the locals, providing a more affordable alternative to activities such as the Den's. Sheer material just obscured her gold-coated horns just enough to ward off unwanted attention as she moved through the evening air. The deep cerulean color of her hair nearly blended into the shadows that outlined her visage. The nighttime stillness, however, permitted her face to remain uncovered. Kohl-lined eyes flickered between vendors, their deep brown color reflecting the flickering warm lantern light.*

*The sound of music piqued her interest as she moved through the marketplace, navigating the small crowd with ease. The lingering haze of what she knew was magic caught the woman's eye more than any local musician. Weaving her way to a place just beside the stage, her eyes fixed themselves on the dancer. Watching her move, Kallista surveyed the performance with an analytical gaze. A soft smirk rested at the edges of her full lips. The Madam was known to spend her time scheming when not indulging herself in the splendor that came with her line of work. This tiefling woman was good. Not* ***Kallista's*** *Level, no, but good indeed. Coming from the succubus, that was quite the compliment for a stranger.*

*A soft whisper in infernal escaped from between her parted lips.* "Not bad, pretty one~"

*It was the raven-haired woman's confidence and magical ability that sold her performance. She had good style yes, and moved well enough, but the combination of her demeanor and the illusions that enhanced her features were the aspects that Kallista respected the most. As the resident choreographer and teacher to the newer generations of dancers, the Madam had an eye for natural talent. She could teach anyone to dance, but the confidence seen here was inherent. There is no teaching that. A rarity such as that is worth investigating.*

*Kallista stayed throughout the whole dance, hand resting on her hip as she watched. In moments where the dancer's golden glance fell upon the crowd, the succubus made sure their gazes met. Her careful surveillance studied the attributes of the magic being used as well, noting that how exactly this dancer was casting her spells didn't seem obvious. Not too bad huh? This girl must have been new to the Capitol or ventured from elsewhere. If she were a local, she would have easily been employed and not spending her time outside- not to mention the fact that Kallista would have at least known of her. She continued to linger as the final echoes of music ceased, offering slow, calculated applause with the rest of the more enthusiastic crowd. It seemed now an appropriate time to make an introduction.*
Justine
**The final actions of her little performance caught more than the simple crowds, it seemed. Her left arm gently slithering from her side to the sky, reaching far as her other arm followed suit. A flutter at her fingers, a sway at her hip. - Every motion and gesture seeming to cause her Illusions to react. A Dashing sparkle, further illuminating her stage and scenery. Lunam's light offering ample ambience. Eyes temporarily closing as the motion of her casting rang out mid dance, finding that piece of her imagination as she picture the orbs above the crowd. The final climax of the music behind her, matching the tune and pattern as the Orbs started to raise further and further toward the night sky. Slowly, following the descent of the musical track that followed her, would they slowly dissipate. Then.. A colourful bang of varying colour and light!**

**Eyes soon reopening, a shameless snicker calling out to the crowd as she heard some measure of applause. Vayra was certainly not scared of performing infront of others, her greatest tool being the enjoyment of her casting mid performance! Regardless, she would earn the reaction with a playful bow and an ease back to some way of balance. Eyes flickering closely at the crowd and many eyes, finding nothing in particular until those Kohl-lined eyes demandingly stared right back.** 
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**Atop the stage, Vayra's smiles sparked a distinct look of intrigue at this particular fellow. She didn't quite understand why, but that stare was practically begging to be noticed. Caught up in a trance until the applause heightened to its climax, her gaze managing to flicker back to the center crowd and with a final bow she would allow the audience to disperse.** 

**Offerings of coin and the like naturally found their place, a few drunken remarks earning an awkward acknowledgement and careful words to ease them away. But, soon, she would find her calm and peace amongst her little stage. Eased down to collect her earnings, and catch her breath from the casting triggered by her dance-like motions. The perfect time for introductions, and ever did her mind keep falling back to the stare of that particular woman. One with such an effect had quite the talent, and skills to follow it! Perhaps she had gone with the crowd?**
Cheri
*Continuing her applause, Kallista sauntered over to the tiefling. Her steps matched pace with the claps, strategically slow as she allowed the rest of the other onlookers to filter away. The click of her heeled sandals reverberated softly through the street as she made her way toward the makeshift stage. As the ladies' eyes met again, her expression remained strongly intact, her gaze piercing in its nature. Kallista's presence was crafted to be innately known, known to cause a shiver down one's spine. The succubus prided herself on this, it was, of course, her fountain of youth. Capturing the attention of those around her, avoiding it when necessary, all was a day's work. As she got close, the illusionist in her own right produced a golden coin from seemingly nowhere. A deep berry color painted her lips to glassy perfection, highlighting the shape of what appeared to be the hint of a smirk.*

"Well, wasn't that quite the spectacle? You brought in quite the crowd, darling~", *A smooth deepness carried Kallista's intonation. Taking her time, she only offered the money once she was within an arm's length. Despite their height difference, this stranger seemed to hold her own under the Madam's arguably domineering stance. Her eyes picked apart the dancer in front of her; good posture and style, but could use more work on some aspects of choreography, and the woman could go on forever. However, in this matter of fleeting seconds, she simply offered a more... 'friendly' smile.* 

"What brings a fresh face such as yourself to Sol's Landing?"

*Intricate tattoos decorated the skin underneath the sheer scarves wrapped around her shoulders and arms, their ink looking fresh despite their true ages. They covered the whole of the left side of her upper body, extending onto her hand and exaggerated by her long, polished nails. Resting again on her hip, her motions too, were precise. The corset beneath her clothes too, even seemed to regulate the rise and fall of her chest to the perfect beat. Eyes never breaking contact, Kallista curiously searched deeper into the other woman's body language. Such details always provide the most reliable source of insight in her line of business.*

*Kallista clicked her tongue, her opposite hand flicking upwards to adjust the edge of the scarf surrounding the waves of her hair.* "Ah, apologies for such a *Forward* Question. It is not every day I run into someone of decent talent, lest someone I don't already know". *This tiefling's origins, however, did interest her. Having grown up surrounded by the low rumbles of infernal spoken by tiefling slaves, Kallista acknowledged holding a certain remaining intrigue toward anyone of the race. This one too, presented more than just intrigue. Curiosity shimmered behind her more serious exterior. The succubus allowed herself a moment to straighten herself to her full height, her hand falling lightly to her chest as she gave a small bow out of polite custom.* "Kallista, The Madam of the Lion's Den. Pleasure to make your acquaintance miss...~"
Justine
**That supposed lonesome betrayed by the looming click of a Khisfiran heel. A flex at her devilish ears, an approach apparent as she turned to face this sudden stranger. Not one lost in a drunken stupor nor seeking a chance with the Tiefling dancer, but those returning Kohl-lined eyes. A trance that caught at her breath and struck at her confidence, though fortunately so her words wouldn't need to be first.** 

**A clench at the material at her hip finally found her composure, eyes darting upwards at the taller woman clad under heels. A compliment from her no less, as her eyes finally managed to linger down from that gaze and over to the offering of coin. A smile would return on Vayra, the notable fangs of her kind present as her hand reached forward with a formal yet playful bow of her head to follow it.** 

"Ah, thank you so much!" 

**Vayra would simply listen after her quick reply, the scent of her Khisfiran accent apparent. Now was the perfect time to watch and inspect the taller woman draped in far finer clothes than she had seen. Her beauty wasn't lost on her, afterall, the flavour of tattoos and the matching colours that painted her face marking the sign of a woman experienced with looking her absolute best! - And so demanding that attention when needed, hence the trance at her eyes. Unknown to Vayra, was her own quiet assessment by ever inch of her frame and character.** 
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**And in their closeness, the full style of the Tiefling seemed on display. As of now, she was the far less.. Equipped of the two! A dancer's attire, distinctly Khisfiran yet its origins lingering elsewhere to the border towns rather than the sizeable cities. Black and gold would be a most familiar theme with Vayra, and the greyish hue of her complexion a shameless part of her design. Her outfit starting at her neck, dark material draping down then split between the folds of her chest-area. Covered, yet the center exposed and revealing a playful management of cleavage. Her stomach otherwise exposed, snaking down further to the further assortment of dark and sprinkling of gold jewelerry along her waist. A loincloth dashed between her legs, the sides of her form otherwise free and revealing her keenly curvy nature. A colourful brooch sat at the center of her waist. Non-heeled sandals at her feet, and of her arms small bands of that familiar dark colour. A tail playfully swinging from her rear, and a golden hue emanating from the shadow of her eyes. Her lips, untouched and naturally dark.** 

**But regardless, introductions were so clearly required. Allowing Kallista the chance to finish her words, her time to find composure so clearly achieved as she managed her signature smile, if not, turning to surprise at the reveal of this Impressive Concubi.**

"I- Vayra. Vayra Vakara, Miss. I mean, Madam, heh! The Lion's Den, did you say..?" 

**The Lion's Den. While not local to the City, it was not an Establishment you could so simply miss. A place to serve the higher echelons of Khisfiran society. A fancy Lady this one truly was, quickly reminding her not to forget her earlier question.**

"Oh! What every aspiring performer wishes to do, Miss! Perform, heh. I.. I mean, you must know all about that. I don't know anyone who doesn't know what the Lion's Den is.. What are you doing out here? If I could be so bold.."
Cheri
*How cute~*

*The succubus shifted her weight from side to side, her smirk returning with a flash of white teeth behind her lips. Kallista found Vayra... Endearing. There was a certain naivety to her that, though effectively masked with her confidence, the woman noted. Looking at her closely, she couldn't have been older than about a quarter of a century. Her manners were good, at least. An "Aspiring performer". Fascinating. As much as talent was uncommon, women entering into this career by choice was all the more rare, especially when it came it its implications. Perhaps only a small portion of dancers in the world may partake in the 'activities' so widely associated with the profession. But here, the two were nerely synonymous.*

"Boldness is a good quality when used wisely, dear. Fret not, I do not bite pretty young ladies~", *Kallista's voice shimmered with a hint of teasing, paired with an inquisitive eyebrow raise. How quaint, flustering someone like Vayra always stroaked the woman's ego.* "It's one of the few nights I may excuse myself, I've just come to scope out the vendors". *Pausing for emphasis, the succubus's eyes passed over the woman before her.* "I do belive I have found something much more worthwhile than a new addition to my collection, though".

*Eyes lingering, Kallista used her hands to demonstrate as she talked, a stack of bangles circling her wrist gently jingling together.* 

"With an act like that, it surprises me that you're still 'aspiring'. Not many here have your innate gift. Mm, work may be done..." *Her hand flicked about vaguely,* "... Here and there, but it is not bad". *Smile widening just slightly, the judgemental looks ceased and were replaced by something else. The girl before her presented an interesting situation, and Kallista's mind whirled with the potential. The confidence, playfulness, her methods were different to much of the 'standard' dancer in the business. This was an opportunity, in her mind, for the both of them.* "Not bad at all. I might even dare to say good, but that would ruin my image~"

*It took quite a bit for one to be recognized by Kallista, nor was it common for her to find someone worthy on the street. Keeping a hawk-like gaze on the business world nearly all hours of the day, she made it a priority to maintain the Den's reputation. With that, the Madam made no offer yet, but maintained her stance, standing over Vayra. It would take a better understanding of the new tiefling woman's character before she'd dare make any kind of inclination toward an offer. Her attention was expensive, to say the least. But this girl, she could be worth something.*
Justine
**The Tiefling dancer didn't quite grasp the attention she had caught! No less an expert of the industry her thoughts found interest in, and now one she so fortunately stumbled upon mid performance! Trying best to ease any nerves, Vay would stick to her signature smiles and reply when best, confidence truly tested. Unfortunately for her however, Kallista didn't seem to make keeping her composure so simple.**

"..Ooh?" - Vayra's eyes practically lit up at first surprise at hat tease. Shamelessly falling into a look ever coy, the friendliness of her smiles curved ever more into her smirk as she considered her path of reply. Little time to think, her playfulness fell in first! Glance shared between the two, and giggling as she did.** "Then, I'm ever so lucky, Madam Kallista!" **A tease of her own measured more in playfulness, Vayra cleared her composure with a further smile as the topics moved from that successful attempt to fluster.. To even more subtle teases. Gods, Vayra would have a challenge on her hands!**

**Vayra had never been the most gifted in her intelligence, but she sure understood the subtle meaning behind those next words. It flattered her, for sure, yet she knew better than to show off some way of an ego. Truly, arrogance was never on the mind of the Tiefling. Taught from humble beginnings, her mind had always been set on making a name for herself by use of those skills.**

**A look of intrigue as she listened intently to the taller Madam, her telling reveal of flattery soon explored itself with a light glance down. Eyes down to her feet, before that smile and gaze trained back on Kallista as her words came to an end.** 
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"I'm still getting used to the reactions of the crowds, but the way you flatter me.. I doubt I could ever imagine that, heh. Thank you, Miss Kallista!" - **Once again offering a small bow of her head, one could say she was quite overwhelmed from the flattering remarks of a seasoned Veteran like one might imagine a Madam of an Establishment.** 

"Well, I've never been so lucky to have a stage! When I performed before, it was smaller cases. Family, friends and the like! Somewhat a tradition from my Sorcerer's side of the family. To cast illusions by the motion of ones' form, mmh! Though.. I'm getting carried away."

**Briefly showcasing a slight awkwardness by what she perceived as her own rambling, Vayra quietly snickered and reached back to grab at the nearby cloak resting by her belongings. Cloak quick to drape over her form, suiting the growing cold of night amid Khisfire. Afterwards, attention returning quick back to Kallista.** 

"I would so love to accompany you through the rest of the market, if you'd take me. Always nice to have company, no..?" **Vayra poked fun with her last remark, perhaps taking the opportunity so clearly thrown at her. Improvement was set on her mind, and this woman seemed key to getting better and better.**
Cheri
*Dark eyes traced Vayra's figure, continuing her surveillance. A bit of training and she held more promise than Kallista had seen in a long time- not to mention, this tiefling seemed willing to learn, which was shockingly rare as well. Her lips remained fixed in their soft smirk, observing the woman's mannerisms. Body language never lied, as words so often may. However, Vayra seemed to be nothing but a fountain of truth. The succubus listened to her without interrupting, allowing one to ramble was a tactic she often utilized on clients. People always seem to reveal more than they realize that way.*

 *That being said, Kallista's eyebrow raised slightly as Vayra mentioned her family's line of Sorcery. Now, that held more than just the potential for a skilled dancer. Although she didn't question it further, her interest was indeed piqued. A sorceress herself, the Madam hadn't come into contact with many so naturally gifted in magic. Such a technique was new to her, and the concubus fought the urge to glance down at her hands. Although nothing was visibly wrong with them, the gloves she was forced to wear as an adolescent still continued to plague her. Whatever they were cursed or imbued with, it had poisoned her connection to her sorcerer abilities.*

*Bitter wind ruffled her scarves as the cold of night began to set in. Kallista pulled them closer to her as she glanced up at the stars. The night was still young, filled with the remains of day. Looking back to Vayra, she dipped her head slightly, obliging the woman's request.*

"Mmm, indeed it is". *Turning to face the bustle of the market, lights from lamps above illuminated Kallista's face.*

"Tell me, Miss Vayra, where is it you hail from?" *Motioning for her to follow, the Madam began to make her way toward the more bustling part of the market. Scents of incense and spices filled the air as they moved, and the ambiance of the marketplace provided a lulling hum surrounding their words. Heeled sandals clicked against the stone-paved streets as they moved.* "I find that one's origin so often plays into their person- perhaps not on the surface, no. But as you'd know, Khisfire is *Quite* The place. I simply wonder what brings you into this profession". *Without moving her head, Kallista's eyes flickered over Vayra once more, studying her features for another moment as the pair moved. Her pace was peaceful, but the motions of each step were calculated, her feet never falling anywhere near a crack in the fortification of the streets. The stalls surrounding them were filled with all sorts of goods, primarily expensive spices, and ingredients for all kinds of niche crafts.*
Justine
**The confidence of the Tiefling was not only reflected by words or actions, but in the very figure that the Madam quietly observed. Her Khisfiran attire left little to the imagination, form fitting and showcasing much of her grey complexion. Of black material and jewelerry, the rest showcased a curvy form with especially a shapely nature to her hips. Suited to her dance, she held little shame in that regard.**

**Now cloaked to face the nightly walk, Vayra's expression quietly beamed at Kallista's acceptance. Subtly done upon the realisation, the Tiefling swallowed her eager nature to try and relax in the moment. And thus, she'd accompany the true talent of Khisfire by suggestion of Kallista's motion.**

"Oh? A smaller town bordering Alynthi, Nacuzar, Madam. At this point, it's more traveller than local, heh!" - **The Tiefling was tempted to offer more, even a question of her own before the looming continuation of questions to answer. This one, in particular, causing a clear ponder. She wasn't unsure about her answer, but clearly had her questions in mind. Collecting them, Kallista would earn the spark of a smirk within Vayra.** 

"I've.. Always been a social creature, Miss! Dance, is one way I've learned to reveal it best. Something I've explored ever since I was young, with my magic so closely tied to it. Performing infront of others, well.. I grew over time to realise that some people like the way I dance. Why not show it? And well, find some place to hone the craft, heh." - **Vayra offered in full, as truthful as she could! It was hard for her to hide things, only when it was ever so blatant that she had to. For now, she seemed to truly trust this Madam. Simply, it was hard for her to lose such trust for others.** 
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**Sandals of her own stepping against the Khisfiran streets, lacking in heels and further betraying her height against the Concubi. The stalls caught her eyes clearly, a fun little decoration in their trek through the market. The ambience, offering her the courage to finally question herself.** 

"How about you..? Where are you from, Miss? What got you into this position..?"
Cheri
*The Madam's stride remained steady, each step rhythmically reverberating along the street. Eyes remaining forward, she acknowledged Vayra's words with a slow nod, allowing the other woman's words to fill and escape the air surrounding them before her final question caught her by slight surprise. Previously, her silence was a calculated measure of deduction, but that question caused more to swirl in Kallista's mind. The tiefling did nothing wrong, or rude, but the dark-eyed woman's gaze narrowed slightly before relaxing. These days, not many questioned her origins. Either the general public knew the tale of the slave who worked her way to the top (though the gossip mongers of the city likely phrased that differently), or her current status scared off anyone from questioning her. It was not a particularly painful thing to admit, it was a source of pride. Still, it took a bit of an explanation to understand everything that went into her tale, which always seemed tedious.*

"I was similar to you. However, a long time ago, I was a slave". *Kallista allowed the words to resonate fully before she continued, her demeanor cool.* "My so-called 'owners' attempted to stop me many times. I danced in secret and only grew strong due to the support of my fellow slaves. Then, they tried to take my magic. But, here I am, darling". *Her eyes then returned to Vayra, a flicker of satisfaction highlighting her gaze. Remembering the gloves always seemed to light a fire in the Madam's stomach. Never again would she touch a pair of the horrific accessories, not after they stripped her of her sorcery.* "I was bought and sold, but I carved my own path to freedom, girl. That is what it means to utilize a gift".

*The pair came upon a booth filled with all sorts of antique-looking objects. Relics and long-lost artifacts dug up from the sands of the desert, none seemed particularly eye-catching. That being said, Kallista paused there, perusing the goods. The merchant simply smiled and kept to himself as she peered at the rather grimy and sandy objects.*

"Diamonds in the rough, darling, are as rare as one may imagine," *Her tattooed hand moved over the objects as a distant shimmer amidst the pile caught the succubus's eye.* "But with a trained eye," *There.* "The treasures here are worth more beyond compare," *With a swift flick, she pulled what looked to be a metal bracelet of some sort from within the pile. It appeared to be a cuff of some sort, tarnished and dirty. However, as Kallista wiped the face of it with a gentle swipe of her thumb, an engraved surface was revealed. In its swirling pattern, laid several arguably small but glittering black stones. A smile caught on the edge of the woman's lips as she held the piece up to the lanternlight that illuminated the stall.*

"Hmm, too bad I've got too many". *At that, she turned to face Vayra, offering the cuff.* "Seems it would suit you much better than I, don't you think, love?" *Her smile remained, though her eyes seemed to burn at the edges. The woman was always intense, but there was an uncommon honesty to her tonight. Though she wouldn't outright say anything to Vayra now, she enjoyed speaking between the lines.*

*Placing the now obviously gold onto Vayra's wrist, her smile widened just enough for the other woman to catch a flash of her teeth.* "Not bad, pretty one~," *The succubus murmured in infernal, studying how the jewelry sat against the other woman's grey skin tone. After all, it* ***Did*** *Match Vayra's outfit.*
Justine
_At first, the shift in Kallista's tone spelled some regret in the Tiefling's pace. Her gaze evidently observant, her words perhaps not as refined as she'd liked. Yet, the trouble all the more revealed as Kallistas' answer came a tone more serious. Slavery, a fate ever horrid. Vayra seemed to frown upon the retelling, a look of pity and surprise to find the Madam hosting quite the origin. Gently as she listened would Vayra's own pace seem to link well with Kallista. Not nearly as controlled or precise, but off she sauntered beside the Succubi who came to be quite the intriguing company._

_Vayra, often the talkative type, knew better than to interupt. No simple lines to reassure, more clearly would she use her expressions to highlight such reaction. And of the faint pity, soon swarmed by a shared smile after seeing Kallista make her own amends. From rags to riches. Slavery to Madamhood. Kallista was clearly quite the role model, and by her looks, Vayra too took quickly in admiring her history. The flow of conversation worked perfectly with the Succubi, her smooth delivery perfecting the unique timing that was this sudden stall ahead of them. Jewelerry, oh how it fitted so superbly upon the diamonds in the rough. The double meaning was clear, Vayra all too absorbed by Kallista's clever wit to hide the fluster of those charms._
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_Eyes narrowed by intrigue at the cuff that the Madam pilfered, evidently drawn in as she stepped forward and watched the brief dusting, and the engraving hidden within! A playful scoff rang out from the Tiefling, utterly brought to disbelief then flanked by ever more as Kallista offered it to her instead. Of course, by her toned down intensity, it was more like she was directed. Struggling to decline, a nod came in response to her words, then her wrist offered as those eyes glanced from Madam to the cuff in quiet inspection. The golden flicker of her eyes soon looming back to Kallista, whose words played like a soothing tool. Gods, was it difficult to hate the woman before her. - Not that she ever desired to._

"..Not bad, huh?" - _Vayra seemed to repeat, a playful tune. Easing a moment back to extend her equipped arm and get a far better look at the newly acquired cuff, Vayra couldn't help but try and prod at Kallista's approval. Arm gently raised amidst the market square, the flutter at her fingers as she offered a quick little twirl similar to her earlier performance, tail accompanying her. The gold cuff meshed well with her darker attire, syncing perfectly with the golden accessories at her lip and navel. All in all, a snicker would follow her movements and a notable glance back to Kallista. A tilt, expecting some way of reaction with that fang-filled smirk of hers. It truly had some effect on her._

"Oh, I love it! You do have a trained eye, Madam! Thank you."
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_Whether some reaction from Kallista came or not, she had much more to reply to. Formerly silence during Kallista's retelling, Vayra took the moment to approach with a softening smirk. Her glance forced ever upwards due to closeness and height, tail softly curling around her own leg._ 

"A trained eye, that's seen so much. To hear of your origins, and to see you now! Dare I be bold and say it's quite inspiring? Not.. That I'm a slave or anything. Just. - You've come so far!" _Vayra mustered, quieter than her formerly playful twirls. The words she spoke brought a realisation of her own, an understanding of the potential this interaction truly had. This Kallista was a Master in the trade, and none would dare insult that in Vayra's mind! That fact, causing her to muster whatever words came next._

_Perhaps more coy than ever, Vay's words came to a quick pause as she clearly started pondering. A question soon to reveal itself, mustering up that courage._ "Do.. Do you teach others, Madam? Would you.. Help teach me, heh?"
Cheri
*The Madam's eyes traced the outline of Vayra's form again, studying her approval. Allowing her a moment to accept the gesture, but not enough to stop her, Kallista turned to the merchant in a deceptively quick motion. In a few heartbeats, she produced the necessary payment from a concealed pocket inlaid on the right side of her corset. Another beat and she fished out the appropriate amount of coin, plus a bit extra, from the small pouch that jingled in synchronicity with her bangles with each movement. Once the exchange was finished, her attention returned again to the tiefling.*

*From her stature above, the shadowed edges of Kallista's eyes relaxed slightly as she listened to the girl's joy. The Lion's Den took pride not only in the quality of their business but also in how they treated their employees. Leovyr himself had practically made it his life's mission to do so long before Kallista came along. It was this that truly gained her respect, and that alone was a feat worth bragging about. Leo became not only Kallista's superior but a friend more than anything. Business partners with a close relationship and the Madam would have it no other way. Due to this, she didn't hesitate in this instance. If she were to introduce any girl into this profession, it should be done with the respect that they were so often deprived of.*

"You flatter me, darling. I appreciate that you see what I have accomplished and understand its value".

*A hum escaped the older woman as she accepted the girl's praise. One may not be able to tell from her appearance that the succubus was nearly a century old, but at times like this, she felt her age creeping in at the back of her mind. Only here did she truly understand how it felt to be a longer-life species, like the elves. This was what charmed her about Vayra. Her innocence. Her youth, the naivete that comes with it. Both were now rather distant feelings for Kallista- though she dared not state that aloud. After all, the world would be quick to prove otherwise, sending her on some karmic spiral of self-discovery again or another unfortunately self-inflicted outcome.*

*That being said, Vayra's suggestion posed as a question invoked a response from the woman, resulting in a quick raise of her brow. Does she teach? Hah, that was practically all she did these days. From managing maids and behind-the-scenes to choreographing routines and coaching both the dancers and the girls of the house, Kallista rarely seemed to get a moment in the limelight herself lately. Vayra indeed had broken the metaphorical wall separating both of their intentions. It took guts, even if she had stuttered her way through it. Good, she quite liked that spark of not just confidence, but action. Fire in a girl was necessary in this profession. Reservations were useless, to be timid, in this industry, is to be weak. Smile twitching further upward, Kallista's teeth were slightly exposed as she spoke.*

"But of course, I teach, why do you think the Den is so renowned for dancing these days? Among its many other superior qualities, it is now said to be a place of *Artistic* Entertainment beyond its other activities",

*Throwing in a wink and slight pause for effect, she moved on, taking a step back from the stall and moving toward the street once more to continue their walk.* "Now, you wish for me to teach you..." *As with all other instances of dramatic flair, Kallista offered Vayra intense eye contact, Deep brown irises collided with the gold peering up at her.* "Oh, don't look so flustered, love, of course I can. I would be most *Elated*, truly. However, I wonder if you know what you may be signing up for". *A light laugh filled the air between them as she praised her own remark.* "We may be demonic creatures yes, but do not be so careless as to mistakenly sell your soul~"
Justine
_The urge to contest the kind payment for the cuff clearly overtaken by Kallista's words, it truly didn't seem like she'd stand a chance to insist any other way! All there was now, to relax under the intense but welcoming company. To prepare, for the question she raised with her faltering courage. The Succubi started off well, notions of her teaching causing a sparkle in that golden gaze following her. Playful flattery, that Vayra seemed to run with as she chuckled at such a remark._ 

"I wouldn't doubt it was your talents responsible!" - _Vayra added quickly, cheery for the moment as their pace returned and the Tiefling followed. A passing smile at the merchant at the stall before her attention returning to Kallista. One, who so evidently teased the poor girl. That pause afterwards, her recounting of Vayra's wants. Was it too fast to ask? Was she good enough? Silence spelled more concern, an answer that she grew more and more impatient to hear. And that eye contact, ever intense and spelling doom. All she could do was wait for the Madam, feeling the fluster until her truth finally revealed!_

"Oh..! Really?" - _Surprised that these looks were little but trickery, Kallista's words brought her to grand relief. Confidence renewed, her smile growing at the thought of it all. The Tiefling considered closely what else she could say, perhaps more thanks at the opportunity. More flattery, more motions. - Yet her expression revealed it all. She seemed excited, happy with the idea of learning more of performance and the trade! Nothing seemed off-limits with Vayra, no intolerance to follow the Horned one._

_Kallista's next words would sprout a perk at her brow, the laughter causing an awkward snicker of her own at the soft warning. Playfully she scoffed, the closeness of their walk allowing her to lean and murmur more quietly with a fun little smirk. The Infernal tongue apparent._ 

"Oh, I'm not losing the chance to learn from a Master like you. I'll be careful, mhm!"
Cheri
*Drinking in the younger woman's praise and attention, Kallista allowed her eyes to close momentarily. The woman's shadowed lids glimmered in the lamplight, though her steps again, never wavered. The feeling was all too familiar, bathing her in the delightful sensation of her version of everlasting life. A low hum escaped her lips, praising both Vayra for her choice and her godly makers for their gifts. Opening those dark brown depths again, she peered at the tiefling beside her, wondering to the lengths at which this woman would follow her. She would not use her powers to convince her, no, that was most immoral, and she respected her employees' boundaries with that kind of prospect. Still, this industry had a reputation for a reason, and the succubus couldn't help but ponder if that was something the pretty grey-skinned girl was up for.*

*Vayra's actions so far... Have indicated a mixed result. Kallista chose her words carefully, her hair fluttering under the edges of the scarf around her head.* "Careful yes, that is part of the deal...~" *Eyes met as she continued, tongue smooth as ever.* "But are you willing to also be more... Daring? Bold? Forward?" *Her hum returned with a lighter, melodic sound.* 

"Tell me Vayra, do you wish only to dance? Or do you wish for a life like the one at the Lion's Den? You're no fool, love, you know what that may, or may not entail~"

*As they ventured through the shadowed streets, more stalls thicketed the curb as they made their way through the busiest sector. More crowded here, it seemed as though people parted ways for Kallista's entrance, never impeding her way as she sauntered along, Vayra in toe. Often, there were stolen glances from residents, and hushed whispers in a variety of tongues and accents. The Madam was a figurehead of luxury, protected by the industry. What most also had yet to learn, which amused the woman, was that she too was now protected by the crown- courtesy of Leovyr's new position. As much as this wasn't public knowledge, the image Leo had so carefully crafted often weighed upon her shoulders. It wasn't a bad thing, quite the contrary as it was an honor to hold. However, this was what held the Madam back from speaking frankly. As of now, only she and Leo were aware of this new position and were not exactly keen on sharing it. Still, caution, among her thirst for luxury, was a top priority for the golden-horned woman.*

*Still, Vayra's playfulness continued to catch her attention.* "Oh darling, you simply *Must* Tell me what you wish for~ Only then can I make your dreams come true~" *Her voice was softer now, still holding its sophisticated tone of grandeur- but softer nonetheless. As much as she would like to recruit the woman here and now, a few questions needed answering. So, she continued to play this little game of words, stringing the tiefling along as the two women made up their own minds. Kallista respected her hustle, truly. She saw her own self in that- and she couldn't deny the woman's gifts.*
Justine
_Ever ignorant to the Succubi's quiet feeding, it would seem that question carried the majority of her focus. Trailing beside the Madam, Kallista's subtle change of tone wouldn't be lost on Vayra. The Tiefling listened as she did, realisation apparent at the true meaning of her earlier words. More than simply care, but boundaries that some likely would never wish to break. The Den and its performances, ever carefully strung by the notion of being daring, bold or forward as Kallista cleverly offered. Their gaze locked once more, and Vayra forced to face the grand music of those intense and flustering stares._

_Of course, Vayra would hold her tongue in contemplation. A passing distraction being the growing crowds that seeemed to disperse upon the attention of Kallista. The company she followed, of a level of importance rarely imagined that the Tiefling Illusionist could get to meet, and now an opportunity present. A choice, that the Madam made very clear what risks it could pose. An entertainer of the Lion's Den. A profession for the most skilled of such talents, yet troubled by the many eyes that often focus upon them. To learn from her, would not simply entail the fun styles of a Tavern dance. Her movements would have to attract, and attract well. Vayra's look seemed to tell it well, her understanding growing ever more clear now. Not just recognised for her talents, but her attraction, too. The perfect blend for a Succubi like the Madam, who so often devoured such adoration. For a Tiefling who so admittedly dresses light, the thought truly puzzled on her decision._
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_The softness of her later words would ease Vayra away from her thoughts in the clouds. Still at Kallista's side, keeping up pace in those precious moments of decision-making. She knew better than to stutter her words. The Tiefling had to be confident with her answer, one ever important and potentially life changing. The days as an adventurer and part-time performer seemed idle, upon this meeting with the Madam. The Capital of Khisfire was an imposing force, and often changed many._

_The uncomfortable swirling of her tail finally seemed to ease as Vayra finally found her words for an answer. Instead, lowering down against the dark of her attire. Untouched lips beginning to part, as her wilful silence finally came to a close._ "No, I am no fool, Madam. Your words, I understand them. Your meaning." _Vayra replied as relaxed as she could be, the softest of smiles offered but the Tiefling wouldn't stop there._ 

"Dance is what I've always known, ever since I was a child! The origin of my abilities. The bright spark of my earliest memories. But that side you speak of, that is a trade I hold little experience with. An experience, I'm.. Not afraid to learn from you." - _Some way of an answer, finally, and her last words earning a slight sshyness amongst busy crowds before finding that composure again. Admitting her weaknesses, but an eagerness to learn. And quietly, a far less innocent persona behind that Grey skin._

"As I've said, I wouldn't dare lose this chance! My wish is to learn from the best, and that means learning it *All.* If you think I have what it takes. And, for the Den." - _All spoken in the Infernal tongue, an especially fiery tone struck at her last words. The fang-filled smirk of Vayra apparent as she tried best to showcase her desires, to try and ease that caution from the Madam. Choice made, now only seeking the approval of the other involved party._
Cheri
*Interesting, so very interesting. So, this was the truth of Vayra? Everyone had their secrets, and Kallista intended to keep her own- but she had a nasty habit of collecting others'. Untouched, unsullied, such were some of the* ***Highly*** *Desirable traits of slaves- as much as the common folk didn't like to think of it. Eyebrow arched again, wings of kohl descended upon the tiefling's form again as the Madam reevaluated her based on this new understanding. Slyness crept into the Madam's gaze. Oh, how she could remedy this trouble if permission was granted.*

"Indeed it seems you do," *Her voice slid into infernal as she followed Vayra's proposition,* "Little one~". *In a slick swoosh of motion from her tattooed hand, the succubus slipped off her sheer scarves, exposing her glistening horns to the streetlights. As eyes darted to and promptly from the pair, a low hum of contemplation escaped her as her tongue glistened with the demonic tongue.* "This choice will surely lead to the true beginning of adulthood then, Vayra. You're sure of it then, love?" *She sensed it in the other woman's eagerness. No, Kallista wouldn't allow* ***That*** *Specific selling point of a girl in her vicinity. It was a degrading, disgusting act to sell one's self like that. In her not-so-humble opinion, this industry was far too comprised of individuals participating without having given prior acceptance to it. Such was life, yes, but not a fair one. And in her, and the Den's, case by proxy, such was unacceptable. The Madam's life may be luxurious and full of grandeur now, but not without deep-seated sacrifices made at an age young enough to be more than simply illegal.*

*Eyes met eyes again, and once more, Kallista's interpretation was proven correct. Oil shone slick and shining on the curve of her lips as strands of deep blue waves caught a soft evening breeze. Silence ensued, long enough to tantalize both parties. A deep breath rippled through her chest as she spoke, returning to the common language. With it, she halted their pace, turning to face what she'd assumed to be her newest pupil- of sorts.*

"Well, in that case, my darling, I believe it is much too late in the day to be wandering these streets". *Her pause had allowed them to grow closer in proximity. The faint, intoxicating allure of musky rose and sandalwood surrounded succubus. Scarves surrounded her shoulders, but one could still discern the shapes of her collarbones, the left surrounded by swirling edges of ink.* "Where is it you are staying? Allow me to... Ensure your safekeeping~"

*At this point, winking felt pointless. Both of their expressions encompassed all that needed saying, utilizing the illustrious and fickle language of motion, every detail of one's body included in the message. The hush of unspoken intricacies shrouded the two as if the rest of the world had blurred around them. Kallista's nature was wholly on display, an enchanting aura surrounding her as the intensity of their combined gazes burned an inferno between them. But again, much like the common trope of a vampire, she'd go no further without a direct invitation.*
Justine
_Vayra's decision seemed well recieved, though truly how could she tell with a silvery tongued devil like the Madam? The eyes of which she watched inspect at her shamelessly, pick apart at the Tiefling who mustered all manner of confidence to reveal her wants. Their conversation notably shifted, and Vayra did little but await quietly the movements of the Madam, and soon the notable halt amongst the crowd. _

_Golden eyes forced sheepishly by Kallista's growing closeness, the scent of the soothing smells and perfume decorating the icon of luxury before her. Vayra had a scent of her own, a local smell inviting themes of Desert flowers. Not a bad scent, but not nearly as lavish as Kallista. Almost overwhelmed by it, the Tiefling finding solace in those intense eyes that practically invited her to join in that trance. And there, the question of where she stayed._ 

_Seeking invitation from Vayra, no less! Gaze forced up and longingly focused on Kallista, she couldn't help but remember those well-placed words before. To be bold. To be forward. If she wished to learn, this was the place to start. And behind her coy stares, a mustering of her words and a smile to share._ 

"How sweet of you, Madam. Please, follow me."

_Vayra offering softly, a struggle to be so commanding under the intense aura of Kallista. There, establishing her place as she beckoned and moved to lead the Madam off to the room in question. A local Inn room, no less. Nothing bad, but also nothing entirely luxurious._

_A sweet night this had been, one so surprisingly full of opportunities and intriguing company._