<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Drow_by_Nythande2.jpg)</div></div></div>Vesz'tyrr had been sulking in his room when the Druid had first arrived, and hence had not seen him until now, as he lingered in the common area beyond the bedrooms where he now emerged. The elf eyed him casually, before his attention diverted elsewhere. He was leaving Rain's room, so the drow paid him little heed for now, figuring he had already gotten his money's worth and wouldn't be interested in him. He lounged on an elegant divan, flicking idly through a book that didn't actually interest him, eyes flicking to the guard beside him occasionally.<br/><br/>Beside him stood a human, a man larger than himself, arms crossed as he regarded the elf, ready to spring into action if he tried anything. The drow had attempted to escape more times than most living in the brothel could count, and these shenanigans had earned him a personally appointed guard to keep an eye on him at all times. He hadn't thought he brought in enough money to pay for something like that, but then again, he wasn't allowed to handle his own fees, so he had no idea what people were paying to see him. Apparently enough to keep one of the guards supervising him at all times. Plus the guards were apparently being paid at least partially in free brothel visits, which he knew from the fact that one of them insisted on seeing the drow, specifically, because Vesz'tyrr hated him, and he knew the drow hated being dominated.<br/><br/>He casually licked his index finger, turning the page of the book he was looking at with deliberate slowness. Though he'd been quite feral when he first arrived, and hadn't known how to read a single word of any language, he'd been in the brothel long enough to have picked it up. In fact, he'd been there so long by this point, he'd learned smatterings of many different human and elven languages, even becoming fluent in a couple of them.<br/><br/>Doing his best to ignore both his guard and anyone clients in the building, he focused his attention on the book, which was apparently a collection of erotic stories. He wondered if he'd be allowed paper and pens to write some of his own, because the book was terrible. He could certainly do better, but he wasn't allowed to have anything that might be used as a weapon or escape tool.