<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Nys Vendatti</span><br/><strong>Location: Dorm <br/>Tagging: Na'ima Dragonbait</strong><br/><br/>Nys nodded sadly at the sardonic tragedy of her countrymen, pretending to miss the sarcasm.<strong>"My condolences for their sad fate; I shall strive valiantly to save you from demise as dragon bait by calling you Na'ima, or other short appellations.  For your own good only, of course."</strong>He rifled through the soaps; she hadn't exactly given permission, but as he'd asked he didn't feel it was rude.  He took a light sniff of each one in turn, then rearranged things to leave his preferred scents on top and more likely to be used.<br/><br/>He was prepared to wait patiently for her to finish her religious obligations.  He was young by elven standards, but certainly old enough that a few minutes of idleness didn't bother him unduly.  However, when he turned to face her the sight of the lovely young woman kneeling in submission and displayed so entrancingly dismissed any concerns of boredom.  Smiling, he leaned back against his desk and drank in Na'ima's charms as he considered whether it was ironic or telling that her prayer so closely matched positions taught to pleasure slaves.<br/><br/>When she finished and spoke, he asked his own question before answering.<strong>"Do you do that often?"</strong>He waved a finger at the mat to indicate her prayer.<strong>"Do you have to face any particular direction?  I hear some do."</strong><br/><br/>He noticed her eyes move over his body and paused artlessly for a moment to allow her enjoyment while she answered.  It wasn't intended as a vain gesture; it simply seemed selfish not to allow her the same pleasure she'd given him.  After a moment, he pulled his chair over and took a seat with her at his feet.<strong>"It usually works best if you tell me your issues, rather than the other way about, but your way has a certain charm.  Well, you are a young woman of, shall we say, adventuresome age - I think you're young?  Humans are always so hard to tell, a couple decades makes such a difference - who discovers a pretty boy in her room and looks dismayed.  You immediately seek a clerical out, and then use that adorable defensiveness about a servant.  Here, give me that and sit still,"</strong>he reached out and plucked the brush from her hand, then set about her hair himself.  It was a bit shorter than his own and much thicker, but familiar enough that he felt competent about it.<strong>"You didn't know my name, so it was nothing personal.  Possibly you're racist.  I don't think so, so the most likely reason is that you have some mistrust of men.  Is it because you're a virgin?"</strong>He paused and regarded her curiously.