<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">The gemstone has a good bit of value, but Tera is a rather high class as far as mercenaries go. I'll leave it up in the air, could go either way. She'll appreciate a large gift, but she'd also be willing to use it to bribes and what not as necessary. Regardless, moving to the posting then.</div></div><br/>Angelique had done her share of packing, the clean clothing and necessary supplies well organised and put into a waiting bag at ready in his room, and a set of fresh clothes for the morning had likewise been laid out to wait for him. A bit of wine with a notecard waited near the bed,  the note reading 'for sweet dreams' upon it. All that had to be taken care of that evening seemed to be, and the bed's siren call was calling.<br/><br/>The night's shadows seemed to pass swiftly, giving him a chance to rest at night. Somewhere along those dreams at the night came one of a woman's lips on his own, and the lips of a lady's sex against his shaft. The dream held him down, kissing him ravenously, the light weight rising and falling on top of his form the slick heat of a welcoming slit bathing his scepter in that dream's embrace. The light illuminating the shadowy figure briefly, showing a bit of fair skin and rosy nipple, a shaky breath as those hips rocking drove forth, riding on him in that dream-state, devouring his passions with that greedy slit seeming to be pulling on his rod demanding for his seed, fingernails scratching on his chest, and warm kisses laid on his lips and his neck, a nip on his shoulder, a brush of warm bosom to his chest. The tremors of a lady's peak, that rush of hot fluid splattering to his lower stomach, demandingly clenching for his seed.<br/><br/>The night's shadows seemed to eventually fade, the dawn's light reaching out to touch him warming him and calling for him to awake. The air was fresh, a windows slightly parted somewhere in the early morning hours it seemed. Despite the dream at the night, there was no evidence of either his seed or a lady's scent upon him, though a faint lavender scent lingered present at the time. It was still quite early, dawn had come but it would stil lbe a bit before the city would truly come back to life.<br/><br/>There was a light knock on his door after a while, and the familiar voice of Angelique rising up. "Master Tehr? If you are awake, I am serving breakfast in the diningroom today, lady Christina is already up and hoping to see you before you have to leave." She didn't step in on him that time, giving him the privacy a locked door warranted, despite her morning routines.