<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/DgxiYXY.jpg?1)</div><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=297308.msg14566905#msg14566905">Quote from: Autocad on 13-12-2018, 17:12:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>"Nicely done, Cutie-pie," Marcius returned whistling, having watched the whole show with satisfaction. "How about I show you what a <em>real</em> cock looks like?" He made some crude pelvic thrusts, but perhaps more arousing was how heavily laden his... purse was, jingling with coin.<br/><br/><em>OOC: Profession check again, this time to earn more tips!</em></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>YAZHU'S CURRENT STATUS: INSPIRED</strong><br/><br/>Marcius returning was the highlight of Yazhu's day, making her already-radiant smile positively beaming. She half-wanted to kiss him but restrained herself, knowing what she said in front of all those witnesses earlier.<br/><br/>"I also can't wait for you show show me how a<em>real one tastes</em>either," she replied with a wink and a whistle at his heavier-than-normal sack. "I haven't forgotten our last conversation, honey."<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Taking him somewhere more private, Yazhu didn't hesitate in getting to work. She decided to mix things up by wearing black-laced bra and panties initially, giving enough to tantalize Marcius while also allowing for the opportunity of their removal later. Thanks to his generous donation she decided to break out the oils for her new client, covering his chest and back in a thin sheen in addition to the more classic regions, the last of which she slowly, delicately handled in a manner even longer and more erotic than their first time.<br/><br/>To excite him further and play to his ego, Yazhu broke out some more small talk. "So as a sellsword you probably travel around a bit," she said. "Seeing the many wonders of the world, as well as the beautiful diversity of its women. A guy with your looks and money, it's rather obvious..."<br/><br/>In keeping with her coy courtesan angle she gave a half-embarrassed giggle and smile while looking away. "I bet you been with lots of prostitutes, cute mercenary girls, and more than a few innkeeper's daughters. Got any stories to share in that regard?"<br/><br/>At this point Yazhu went down on him, timing the intensity of her shaft-sucking with that of Marcius' erotic tales, starting out slow and building up to a faster pace interspersed with moans for his benefit as he regaled her with all the hot, sweaty details of his love life.<br/><br/>Regrettably Yazhu broke away, her lips parting with a well-earned breath as she looked out over her clients' masculine expanse, straight up to his eyes with which she locked a smoldering gaze. "You have enough for the Blower's Alley special, but..."<br/><br/>Lifting herself onto the massage table with a single graceful pull-up, she straggled her still-underwear-clad lap on top of Marcius' own. "You have enough to<em>go all the way</em>if you want."<br/><br/>Grinding against him for some stimulated encouragement, she added one more thing to seal the deal. "I'm actually a virgin where my lower lips are concerned, you lucky devil. It's entirely up to you, but feel free to come whenever, and wherever, you like..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Profession "Masseuse" 21 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=127634)</div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A few days later...<br/><br/><em>Chunhualou</em>, translating to "Pavilion of Spring Blossoms" in Common, was the largest Tien pleasure-house in Blowers' Alley. Its owner, Madam Jung, was the unofficial leader of the sisterhood of sex workers in Tientown. So, it was only natural that when a meeting of all of Blowers' Alley's ladies of the night needed to be held, that her establishment was the location to host such a gathering. <br/><br/>"Ladies, I have good news and bad news," the heavily made-up Madam Jung, hiding the wrinkles of middle age, announced. "First, the good news. Fat Choy has seen the error of his ways, and as a gesture of good faith, has agreed to sell us the shipment of oils and lotions with a ten percent discount." There was much cheering and applause, which Madam Jung allowed for a minute before raising her hands for silence again. "But, the bad news. There is still a shortage until the next caravan comes in from the north. In the interest of fairness, we will ration the lotions to each business according to its size." Though less enthusiastic than before, this decision was begrudgingly accepted as fair. "And now, to the next order of business. Miss Vashti?"<br/><br/>Sandra stood up. "I am Sandra Vashti, masseuse at the Purple Dragon, and acolyte-in-training of Abadar. Our line of business - not just at the Purple Dragon, but everyone in Blowers' Alley - depends on not just our skill, but also on imports to differentiate ourselves from the cheap whores in the rest of the city. But our reliance on these goods makes us vulnerable to disaster and exploitation, as the past few days have shown. It's not realistic to stop using oils and lotions and incense... but we need to take more control over their procurement."<br/><br/>"Well said," Madam Jung said, "to that end, I have decided to invest in a share of the caravan to Kalsgard. With it we will have a steady source of supplies and cut out the middlemen like Fat Choy which will lower our prices in the long run. For at least the first few trips though, we will need to send a few of our own with the caravan to make sure everything works smoothly."<br/><br/>All eyes turned to Ameiko, whose ex-adventurer experience apparently made her the most obvious candidate. Finally she agreed, "Alright I'll go. But I can't do it by myself, I'll need a few more volunteers..."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Yazhu never visited<em>Chunhualou</em>before, although she did not turn down the opportunity when it presented itself. Being the outgoing girl that she was, she spent the initial free time making small talk and mingling while the various workers and representatives poured in over time. Not one to bring up her work life in her free time, she instead talked about other things such as the weather, upcoming mahjong tournaments, exercise self-perfection techniques with the girls who looked more...fit and monkish, for lack of a better term.<br/><br/>She was more than happy to to join in the victory over Fat Choy, knowing that even though she did a good job herself that many women here likely had their own equally-epic stories to tell of their collective war against overweight price-gouging merchants. The discussion of rations and shortage lowered her spirits a bit, although it wasn't enough to be a total shock considering the earlier conversations she had with Ameiko and her own coworkers.<br/><br/>Yazhu raised her hand as Ameiko brought up the subject of volunteers for the caravan. "I'll go with you, boss. You've been there for me at my worst and through thick and thin; here or in Kalsgard, I'll honorably serve you."