<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Ah~" she let out a husky moan, trying to sound as needy and impressed as she could while making sure her breath was hot against his tool. "Master Tavin, your sword is so big and strong~! You must be a mighty slayer if you traveled so much!" She gave his tip a small kiss after carefully wetting her dark, seductive lips. "You make me jealous of your adventures~" she let her gaze slip from his face and onto his mighty flesh spear he intended skewering her with later no doubt. She tried her best to look completely enamoured with the cock. "My name is Sabal... and I've been someone's slave for as long as I have my name... None of my masters ever took me anywhere they just kept me in their abode."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">With a nasty slurp, she released the warrior's weapon from her hungry mouth and gave it one more slow, throughout lick from base to tip while looking him in the eye once more.<br/>"Ngh~ Such a mighty man... There is nothing more a woman could ask for in a mate! I'm a *very* lucky girl~" she purred, stroking his ego further. That's right sucker, this drow bitch was falling in love with you, slobbering over your giant cock. "I don't do this for anyone you know... you're special, my mighty hero..." she whispered lovingly a she rose somewhat, running her slender hands over her generous bosom, squeezing them lightly but just enough for him to get a sense of their fullness and softness, teasing his imagination of what they would feel like around his impatiently pulsing rod... then she gave it to him, taking hold of her midnight colored orbs and wrapping them around his manhood, moaning loudly as she did. She smothered him, rubbing her dark flesh against his powerful, tanned rod from both sides, her fingers pressing hard into her breasts as she kept them firmly wrapped around Tavin! <br/>"Oh, why would such a mighty man work for anyone but himself! With your strength, you could make your own way in the world, my Tavin!" she moaned, panting then kissed his tip as it rose up in her dark elven cleavage.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Tavin fell for Sabisstra's charms, happy that of all the girls in this brothel, he chose<em>her.</em>Being raised as a sheltered slave-girl made her crave adventure, to one day leave with someone like him.  Every lick, every pause, made him want her more!  Hearing her words of admiration planted thoughts in his head.<br/><br/><em>I could have her,</em>he thought.<em>She'll give herself over to me gladly, but I can't risk taking her away as long as she's owned by another.  Yes, after my next job, I'll spend the coin to purchase her, and she'll be mine!</em><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">As much as fun it was to have him squirm and moan under her caresses, Sabisstra was getting tired of being the one performing the service. Luckily, her 'beloved' warrior was also getting more and more aroused and pulled her up, only to push her to the bed and lean over her, his hands running wild over her body. "Ahn, yes! Touch me Tavin!" she giggled, playing the part that would get him completely wrapped around her fingers she hoped. "My breasts... touch... kiss them more!" the assassin moaned, adding yet again to the count she kept in her head of missed opportunities to execute the male.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He wanted her so badly, as she took his hard member and rubbed his head against her lips.  He took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it gently as he massaged the other one with his hand.  It was a shame that he'd have to leave soon, if he could he'd stay here forever, all day, every day, alongside her.  He prayed to whatever god was watching over him to let him survive the next battle, if only to return to Rivenheart.<br/><br/>"Please," he moaned.  "I want to be inside you."<br/><br/>Tavin let out a gasp of relief as she obeyed, and whispered in his ear to let him know that now he could finally take her.  Without thinking he plunged into her pussy, working fast as his throbbing member rubbed against her slick, wet walls.  Even as a slave she was nice and tight, the insides pushing against him.  The desperation, the eagerness, finally being achieved; it was enough to send Tavin into a realm of bliss, guided only by his basest desires and nothing else.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She put her slender hands on his cheeks, making him look at her disheveled visage as she panted her request. "You mustn't spill your seed inside me, Tavin... We're not equals... I want it... I want you to paint my breasts white with your cream... dirty me with your human load and cum on me like a good little slut deserves~!"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Yes, that sounded nice, but there was no better feeling in the world than to blow one's load inside a woman.  That, and he was going too fast, too hard, to have full control anymore.  It would be so much easier to not pull out, to continue thrusting as her cunt squeezed out every last drop of cum.  She might get pregnant, have his child...<br/><br/><em>And then she'd be less valuable as a courtesan, her owner more willing to part with her.</em><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Sabisstra's thoughts were lost when she finally lost herself in the pleasure, and raised her voice as her muscles tensed, her entire body shuddered, her dark elven pussy spasmed and drowned with proof of her bliss, her back arching and toes curling, her entire being quaking in the experience! Her eyes rolled back and she nearly blanked out from her powerful orgasm and for the moment she didn't even process if her lover bothered to pull out even, or was pumping his fertile goo in her damp, contracting pussy, defenseless cervix and ultimately fertile womb...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Tavin buried his cock in her, holding her body tight against himself as he emptied himself between her legs.  Somewhere within his mind he remembered her request, and so with his quickening, flaccid member he pulled out with the last drops of cum and rubbed his bulbous head across her stomach, up to her breasts.  If anything, it would look as though he pulled out a little too late at best; hopefully she wouldn't realize his betrayal.<br/><br/>He laid there for a while, making out with her as she slowly came back to her senses.<br/><br/><br/>"Sabal," he said sweetly into her ear.  "I've had many women, free and slave, elf and human, but there is truly no one like yourself.  If I could I'd take you from here, but alas I do not have the money yet.  Some day I'll return, ideally after my next mission, and buy you."<br/><br/>He stayed silent a bit as he contemplated his future.<br/><br/>"Do not worry, my love, for I'll be staying in town for a few days before leaving.  I'll be sure to visit you now and again."<br/><br/><br/>Tavin stroked Sabisstra's cheek, rose from the bed and dressed himself.  Unbeknownst to him, yet spotted by Sabisstra, fell a tiny green emerald from the folds of his garments.  It would be difficult to conceal, especially as the drow had no clothes to hide it upon herself, but there were ways.  Women had more hiding places than men, after all...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sleight of Hand</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll a Sleight of Hand to hide the gem upon yourself.  Alternatively, you could swallow the gem and regurgitate it at a later time.  As an assassin you gain a +5 bonus to do so, and can take 10 due to your experience with concealing small, potentially dangerous objects in little to no clothing.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Detect Magic</div><div class="spoiler_body">The gem radiates strong conjuration.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcraft DC 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">This gem is a Planar Charm, keyed to a single plane upon the Great Wheel.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcraft DC 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">This gem is keyed to the plane of Pandemonium, the realm that Tavin was talking about earlier.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcraft DC 25</div><div class="spoiler_body">This gem's powers are activated only during a certain period of the day.  Ideally, this time will be around your next sleep cycle.</div></div><br/><br/><em>Gain 500 experience for successfully tricking Tavin.</em><br/><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Free Time</span></div><br/>"You did quite well for your first client," Madame Lemaire said.  "I suppose you've earned the right to have a brief respite before your next client.  You should clean yourself up in the meantime, the bathing area's that way."<br/><br/>The spacious bath is large enough to swim in.  The water is warm to the touch, and other slaves groom themselves with soap, lotion, and fragrant shampoo.  A set of toilets along with toilet paper are located the next room over, separate from the water source.  The other drow slaves brought in with Sabisstra were here as well, cleaning themselves from their respective encounters.  Terniss was scrubbing Nazura's back, telling her that she'll get used to things in time.  Alvudri was by herself, cleaning out what appeared to be semen from her hair.  Gelzana was still impaired, lazily alternating between swimming and floating in the pool.<br/><br/><br/>At this time Sabisstra was allowed to survey the Amaranth Palace, although she was not to disturb any rooms where clients were being entertained.  The brothel was very well-appointed, as the prostitutes were expected to live there as well as doing their appointed tasks.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Palace Rooms</strong></div><br/><em>As I assume that you'll try checking out every unrestricted area, I'll lay out details below:</em><br/><br/><strong>Atrium, 1st floor:</strong>This spacious room has many chairs and tables for people to wait.  Those not currently picked by a client serve various drinks to people as they wait.<br/><br/><strong>Bathing Area, 1st floor:</strong>See above description.<br/><br/><strong>Private Rooms, 1st and 2nd floors (restricted when in use):</strong>By looking in areas not taken, you can tell that they range from simple bedrooms to private baths and massage parlors.<br/><br/><strong>Living Quarters, 3rd floor:</strong>Each slave is assigned a living space which they share with their fellows.  In your case, you have a 5-bed room.  Now that you're not currently linked via chain, you can choose to put on some clothes.  All of them are very skimpy and revealing.<br/><br/><strong>Offices (restricted area), 2nd floor:</strong>Off-limits to slaves.  Apparently this is where Madame Lemaire handles the day-to-day operations of the Amaranth Palace.<br/><br/><strong>Basement (restricted area):</strong>Located in one of the back rooms, this area is heavily padlocked and guarded.<br/><br/><strong>Back Rooms (1st floor):</strong>These are private areas for staff and slaves, intended for miscellaneous tasks not covered by the above rooms.<br/><br/><strong>Outdoor Balcony, 3rd floor:</strong>This area reaches around the entirety of the brothel's front.  It is a comfortable little patio.  Apparently you can go out, but an invisible wall of sorts prevents you from reaching beyond the ledge.  If further tested there seems to be something preventing you from physically leaving the Amaranth Palace...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcraft DC 11</div><div class="spoiler_body">Your slave collar's responsible for preventing you from leaving.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spellcraft DC 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">The collar's generating an <em>antipathy</em> spell on the outer area, preventing you from crossing the threshold.</div></div><br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Gathering Information</strong></div><br/>Clients and slaves who aren't busy are more than willing to chat with you, although inquiries into the Amaranth Palace itself need to be taken with care and discretion.  You can also find out general information about the Abyss, Rivenheart, and Shendilavri.  You can only roll a check a maximum of 8 hours (1d4 hours each check).<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy DC 10</div><div class="spoiler_body">The Amaranth Palace is a very old establishment, dating back at least a thousand years.  It's ownership has changed rapidly amid the Abyssal power struggles, and Madame Lemaire came into possession of it around 20 years ago.<br/><br/>Rivenheart's a trade city favored for its relative lack of violence.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy DC 15</div><div class="spoiler_body">The Amaranth Palace drives a steady trade in slaves, although it almost exclusively buys slaves in non-larval (trapped souls which are Lower Planes currency) form.  The various pimps and madames who owned the place want slaves who can pleasure others.<br/><br/>The lack of demons in Rivenheart has been noted upon by many residents.  The town is advertised as a playground for mortals, albeit run by ones loyal to Malcanthet.  Apparently the demons are satisfied with this arrangement.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy DC 20</div><div class="spoiler_body">Slaves who are obedient and do as Madame Lemaire asks are treated more or less fairly.  Clients, however, can be as rough as they want as long as they don't leave any lasting scars, and must pay for any damages.  As Rivenheart's pleasure slaves are premium, people are generally mindful of these rules.  However, those who cross Madame Lemaire or disobey her suffer; slaves who cannot be reformed are given over to various high-ranking demons as soul fodder and worse.  Fellow slaves tell you that being owned in the Amaranth Palace is an overall good deal, as most other Abyssal slavers are prone to torture their property at a whim.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy DC 25</div><div class="spoiler_body">Nobody can really confirm this, but there are rumors that demons in humanoid guise (or elvenoid from a drow perspective) roam the streets of Rivenheart, pretending to be fellow mortals while doing whatever business brought them here in secret.</div></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Talk with your Fellow Drow</strong></div><br/>You and they are the only dark elves in the Amaranth Palace, as far as you can tell.  If you want to further inquire about each of them, feel free to start up a conversation with any of them!