<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rain</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9c/SaerraEWRain.png)</div></div></div><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Myrrdin</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/71/SaerraMyrrdinDruid.png)</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>"If you plan on paying me with sticks and stones, I'm breaking your neck, human."<br/><br/>"Sticks and stones?"<br/><br/>"You don't exactly look like you can rub two coins together."<br/><br/>"Accurate. Hence I brought diamonds. They would do, yes?"<br/><br/>"...they would do nicely, good sir. How may I please you?"<br/><br/>"You could start by calling me by my name. It's Myrrdin. Not 'sir'."<br/><br/>Rain, the High Elf turned street rat, was more than sore. However, flicking the three diamonds -one of them was pink- from one hand to another made him feel all the better. The strange red haired human male had warned him, something about it being mating season for his 'kind' -whatever that meant- and the like for certain kind of males just before they had started their business. He had been warned, but had paid no heed. He was a professional, after all. Or, at least he had thought so. In the same manner he had thought to have to serve on his knees like nearly every other human male wished their elven meat to serve them. He was surprised by Myrrdin but hadn't objected and even had thought this job to be easy when the human had told of his desires. Nothing could have prepared him for the draining exercise, though. Even if the redhead had wished to receive, he had not been sated easily, nor had shied away from demanding every last bit of Rain's energy.<br/><br/>Exhausted he had dropped himself backwards on the bed again when the human had left. He had a short, unpleasant memory of his life before when he had been a slave and not a whore; this feeling had been a daily thing, then. Being a whore wasn't as exhausting as being a slave had been. He'd not even tried to escape the brothel, and that was saying something. For that, he knew, he'd better not come knocking back at his race's proverbial door. Though they hadn't sold him into slavery without due cause -in their eyes- in the first place. Going back wasn't an option. Going forward, maybe. For now, he was reasonably content.<br/><br/>Myrrdin, when exiting the whore's room, could not recall the last time he had bedded an elf. They had always held some fascination and, when he had learned about this particular brothel, he had not fought the fire in his veins. That on itself was a hard thing to do in the months of the mating season. He felt calm now, though, but knew it wouldn't last. In this calmness he pondered if those who had not been born as druids fell victim to this season. He doubted it.<br/>Had he been unlucky to have been near a populated area when the season had hit him? Now that was a topic worth pondering. In all other years it would have been the time to seek out the festivities and join in without second thought. Now, he would have to be more careful, but he was no child, he could do this.<br/><br/>Pulling the cloak of furs from animals he had hunted himself more tightly around his form, he wandered through the brothel with a small smile curling his lips. Maybe he should head to the inn next, see what kind of people washed through this town. Though, granted, the elves here that could be bought for the precious stones he carried were highly distracting indeed.