<br/><div align="center">Arania  (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=88715.msg3885645#msg3885645)<br/></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Myrrin smiled shyly when the... merchant, as she herself put it, mentioned how nice it was to not have an explanation demanded of her. "Mistress Tiffany would throw me out for questioning a customer like that. You have come to the right place, mistress. Do make yourself comfortable. I will be right back."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Arania nodded in relief<strong>"Oh I don't mind questions, just they have their place after a drink or some rest preferably during. When some demand it before you can say anything well, it sometimes makes me think none are interested in new questions, your mistress must be wise"</strong><br/><br/>Soon gongs sounded and a statement that an orgy would be organized and quite simply how much participation would be. So the place was a brothel, she should have pieced it together with the demoneour of others about and how pretty those serving the place was still Arania didnt think bad of herself for missing such things, she wasn't exactly worldly and she had been travelling for miles before finding a place she could simply rest.<br/><br/>At news of the orgy many of the clientele perked up interest and attempted to negotiate circumstances in their favour. Like all things trade was trade,<br/>the most ancient of professions knew this backwards. In a way it was relieving had a calm predictability about it one could get used to as background musings.<br/><br/>Arania had hoped for a place to stay for a few days to get her barings on things, a station she could return to until she foudl a place she could purchase to set up a store for the vanity balms she could produce but the sight of the women made her own mind race. Each time she had tried romance ended in disaster before anything happened for the same reason. One look at her privates revealed she not only had what only a stallion should but one that was itself very endowed - for a horse. why shouldn't they run, why shouldnt they hate her for thinking she was tricking them or worse.<br/><br/>Arania sighed, strange how many wanted their larger. Ironically if it had happened their own privates would be restored to a state before they had anything or anyone. All stretching, hymen and all back as if they lived a live of a nun. But none lingered long enough to hear it and if they did who would believe her. How ridiculous a trick it must sound. Only something like reputation of it or proof it happened to another could thaw such assumptions, but so far reputation hadn't exactly helped, one had to be the first before there was a first to speak of it after all.<br/><br/>Arania moved to a corner in the sitting room where many rugs were piled, likely for a different reason and say on it slowly as a horse would sleep when not standing - both sets of legs side on to the main area. She adjusted her cloak as best she could but the bluges would be an obvous outline even to untrained eye. Besides simply walking akwardly several steps to get there would have made any looking know that some things so large couldnt be hidden.<br/><br/>Either way it seemed the girls had their hands full with others they were attending, and why shouldn't they.<br/><br/>Arania produced a gem pouch, opened it on the ground nearby her and shook it gently to loosen the top most gems from its keep-space.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://www.yoursiteshoppingcart.com/CartImages/diamonds.jpg)</div><br/>To almost no-one in particular Arania coughed then said airily<strong>"I'm not sure who runs this place, I feel tired in a manner I probably <br/>may not know even if they had a sign about their neck saying "owner" who was right in front of me, but it seems fate has found me here and perhaps for reasons that will come to me later. I am an merchant who knows the secret to fine-exclusive magical salve's in need of place to call my own, ideally with neighbors or company that may think me more a welcoming than something to point and streak strange comments at nor dare others to throw things at. "<br/></strong><br/>None it seemed were listening as all were having fun but Arania felt so drained from the jounry she thought it best to just speak the words she had in her mind regardless.<br/><strong><br/>"I am Arania, some may have heard of me but it doesn't matter if you don't, Im sure you all have more important things to think of than rumours villagers nearby tell each other to pass the time. This bag of diamonds however I have for the moment but if I start selling salves I may have more. If it is enough to purchase a room here for residence I would be open to discussions."</strong><br/><br/>The place certainly looked nice, the guards recommended it meaning they didnt plan on knocking it down, more to the point the women were so beautiful new comers would gawk at them and not at Arania's rear calling her a monster or a freak every time. More than workable, if such assumptions were true this could be perfect.<br/>