Rhen answered the door in an outfit pretty much like Cinder had been expecting.  A nice professional looking high collared shirt with sleeves that extended almost to his elbows, crisply pressed and buttoned up to his neck.  An elaborately and intricately tooled leather belt that bore very stylized dwarvish runes with a gilded buckle.  Shoes that were of a very modern design, shined to a nearly mirror like sheen. With just a slightly too gaudy bracelet on his wrist made of golden chain that bore a single gold charm.  He looked, for all intents and purposes like a very successful and moderately wealthy man of business or industry.  At least until you saw what he was wearing from the waist to the ankles.  For Rhen's 'pants,' if you could call them that, while as intricate and exacting as the rest of his outfit were actually nothing more than chaps.  The entire center where his crotch and ass were, completely cut out before resuming at the waist where his belt held them in place.  Over the chaps he wore a silken loin cloth that hung to about his mid thigh.<br/><br/>Cinder wasn't surprised of course.  Fick hated to be constrained and threw a holy piss fit if Rhen put on anything too restricting.<br/><br/><strong>"Cinder my darling,"</strong>Rhen said as he opened the door and invited the elf in,<strong>"So wonderful to see you again my love.  How is,"</strong><br/><br/>A voice deep and booming cut off Rhen from beneath his loincloth, shouting in a voice that was far too loud for such close company,<em><strong>"Cease your pointless prattling you muck-spouted pillock!  Witness the obviousness of the fact that the slattern before you seeks not your company nor empty platitudes.  It should be clear to even a lickspittle mooncalf like yourself, in the deepest depths of your sciolism, that yon strumpet seeks to winnow a nugget of my unbounded erudition."</strong></em><br/><br/>Rhen let out a vast and long suffering sigh as he let Cinder into his home.  Rhen was unfortunately well used to such long winded insults from Fick at this point.  He'd grown used to his own sentient dick's verbal abuse over the few years since he'd made the mistake of donning a sentient and cursed cock ring, one containing the soul of a long dead archmage who fucked up the spells to become a lich.  There might have been some one powerful enough to remove the curse, but Rhen hadn't found anyone yet, and quite frankly had simply learned to live with a roommate that lived in his dick.  There were some advantages, as Fick was actually very intelligent, and could still cast some spells from time to time, when it suited him.  But learning to live with Fick had made Rhen a much more patient man.<br/><br/><strong>"Come on in Cinder, he's in a mood today," </strong>Rhen said as he invited Cinder into his living room, a casual affair of low tables and dozens of scattered cushions and blankets, arrayed in pleasing shapes that would allow for conversation between many or just two partners.<br/><br/><em><strong>"If I happen to be in a mood boy, it is only because I am forced to deal with the ineptitude of your daily triviality.  You do nothing right without my guidance.  Were it not for me even wet cunnied whores like this slut would..."</strong></em>Fick shut up with a startled yelp as Rhen flicked the tip of his own dick with his finger.  An action that likewise caused him to wince in pain.<br/><br/>Rhen flopped down onto a set of cushions and gestured for Cinder to make herself comfortable,<strong>"So what brings you by Cinder?  No Maeryll today, that's a shame."</strong>