<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTKzJMnSPjD6tv2dAvsEbavXDVcbjLGtCDM6cEan7VPuG1RREQk.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Tyger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=282404.msg13953626#msg13953626)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Just entering.<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Day 3 evening<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Shadow armor, and dark purple cloak, Katana at his waist.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Lyric<br/><br/><hr/><br/>So surprised by what he saw upon entering the cottage Tyger did not realize his hand was still hovering over the hilt of his sword. The first thing he really noticed was the main room was bigger than the cottage appeared to be from the outside. The second was the décor which was followed closely by the women. Oh yeah, he noticed the women. Still fearing a possible trap and this being just an illusion he inhaled deeply closing his eyes trying to smell the scents of the place. He was quite happy that what he got was the scents he would expect from a brothel, for the most part. In his long life he had yet to run into an illusion that accurately included the olfactory sense especially with him blocking out the visual aspect of it. As he opened his eyes a smile was starting to form on his face and his eyes had changed from the charcoal gray they had been to the vibrant violet color. This place was clearly a brothel, but yet it was unlike any other brothel he had seen, and he had seen quite a few.<br/><br/>The first sight that great him as he reopened his eyes was that of a very lovely woman with some very large feathers. Gold seemed to be her theme color, he caught glimpses of it in the sheer dress she showed slightly through motives of her feathers. This matched her hair as it was golden almost as if it were spun gold. She moved through the room going from table to table but it was very much like fan dances he had seen before. She seemed to have finished her passage through the room and then stopped when she saw him. As she then approached him he checked her out from head to toe and his smile got brighter. He had never seen shoes like she as they quite clearly sent the message, “Fuck me” and he liked the look. Their eyes met and it was only when she mentioned violence that he realized his hand was still hovering over the hilt of his sword and he quickly let that hand drop to his side and he gave a slight bow. “No, not looking for violence, M'lady. I have however come to almost expect it when entering a new place especially one so clearly trying to draw me in. Expect the best but prepare for the worst. I am sorry.”<br/><br/>The beautiful, sexy golden haired woman invited him to sit with her and walked to a table. For an instant the half-elf did not move just watching her walk away. While the sight was good with those shoes walking towards him it was glorious with her walking away from him. He absolutely loved the way those shoes emphasized the curve of her legs and up to her ass. When she folded the feathers and set them aside he then moved. As he joined her he flipped his cloak back and to one side and shifted his sword and scabbard so that he could sit with her on the cushioned seat where she had patted. He sat at her side finding the seat more comfortable than he had expected, this place truly was a wonder to him. “Thank you.” As a waitress, or at least a girl he assumed was a waitress, passed nearby he asked for some wine. He turned back to his gorgeous hostess. “This is a very interesting place you have here. I've never seen any thing quite like it.”