<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/EYdfR77.jpg) (http://i.imgur.com/WBtVnX1.jpg)</div><br/>The stairs were indeed narrow leading up to the landing on the third floor, not so uncomfortable for Miyuki of course, but she could see why the forged, Vii, would say so.  A short pause on the second floor landing and she stopped by a tiny window to cast a spell of cleansing on her body.  Prestidigitation never felt quite as good as a true bath, but it was very convenient.  She took the time to make sure she abolished all traces of sweat and cum from her body and clothing alike before continuing upwards and knocking on the door.  It was a full minute before she heard the sounds of a lock being turned on the other side.<br/><br/>The door opened and a pretty elven woman looked back at her with gleaming white hair in two braids that reached all the way down to her knees.  Certainly if it were unbraided it would brush the ground, Miyuki could not help but think.  The rather noble looking elven woman was wearing an outfit that exposed more skin then it hid, yet had a strange quality to it.  Between the gilding and the gems, she suspected it might be magical in some way or another.  The blonde eyed her in the light cast from the home up and down and finally sighed,<strong>"Well I don't know you and rarely do strangers knock on my door looking for me.  You want Ylene I assume?"</strong><br/><br/>She listened to what Miyuki had to say before sighing,<strong>"Well your timing is good.  She hasn't gone out for the night yet.  She's saying her prayers on the roof.  Follow me I suppose."</strong><br/><br/>The elven, no, Miyuki reminded herself that this must be Miss Thereos, who Vii had described as an 'eldarin' though looking at her, she looked like an elf.  The eldarin woman led Miyuki into the home and locked the door behind her.  Then up a staircase that continued inside. She gained a brief glimpse of the home as she went up the stairs.  This first level, which was actually the third floor of the building seemed to be dominated mainly by the central living space.  A comfortable cushion lined living area, beyond that a dining area, a small kitchen, and past the kitchen a small room that she guessed might be a privy or small bathroom.  The next two floors were passed by so quickly that she had little chance to get the sense of anything other than a hallway before they were climbing again until they reached the rooftop.  The door was open, letting the warmer air of the home, which had collected during the day, vent out.  Miss Thereos gestured to the rooftop garden and the sole figure there.<strong> "Ylene, you've got a visitor,"</strong>she called before turning and unceremoniously stomping down the stairs, leaving Miyuki alone in the garden with the vision before her.<br/><br/>When she had first entered the rooftop garden she had been struck by the beautiful sight before her.  The woman, black skinned so dark it looked almost purple in the moonlight, danced without a stitch of clothing on save a silver linked belt about her waist.  Her movements were graceful and exotic, ever flowing, and somehow supremely erotic without actually intending to be.  She couldn't help but notice gleams of gold at the woman's inky black nipples and at the apex of her cleft between her thighs, piercings.  Golden bracelets adorned her forearms, tightly hugging her skin as well.  But these ornaments were only a small dot of ink on the greater canvas that was Ylene.  The drow's eyes flashed towards Miyuki when the eladrin called, but her dance didn't stutter by one step.  She continued flowing, moving, softly singing in a language that Miyuki did not understand.  Her dance contained leaps and twirls that made the bard wonder if she was watching a mortal creature or a spirit of air.  Then, suddenly, it was done.  The drow was kneeling on the ground, her face towards the moon as her chest rose and fell from the exertion of the dance.  Her skin lightly shimmering with sweat in the moonlight.<br/><br/>Miyuki took a deep breath, not even having realized that she'd been holding it.  Then the drow turned and gestured to a tiny table with two metal chairs next to it.  It was only then that she would notice the pitcher of water and glass atop the table.<strong> "Have a seat,"</strong>she'd say, only lightly out of breath.  Then the drow would move to the table and pour a full glass of water, drinking it down before taking a seat and reaching for a small pile of garments and beginning to dress.<strong>"I was saying my prayers to Eilistraee, which I do every night after the moon rises.  I don't take such prayers lightly, so I will not apologize for making you wait." </strong>She was pulling on white garments that clashed with her inky black skin but were so revealing that they might as well be invisible,<strong>"I regret to inform you that I have a client to meet later, so will not be able to take on anyone new tonight.  So what brings you to my door this evening Miss..... ?"</strong>