<div class="floatright">(http://i00.i.aliimg.com/wsphoto/v0/494522342/Free-Shipping-Black-Sexy-Teacher-Costume-Lingerie-Sets-Hot-Girl-Sexy-Office-Lady-Uniform-Intimate-Women.jpg)</div>If nothing else, Dwalin never failed to disappoint Velma.  She grinned at his gruffy derision, 'good morning' an unnecessary greeting now, and made her way towards the back.<br/><br/>"Yes Father.  Wouldn't want you breaking a hip putting me over you knee," she responded with amusement, adjusting her glasses as Jakob met her in the doorway. "Oh?  Thank you Jakob; you're so<em>very</em>reliable!"<br/><br/>She knew what it was, as she'd gotten plenty of them before.  Lirdylene Teken'urden, or Ylene as most called her, finding the Drow-name with Undercommon-inflection to be harsh on one's tongue, always made sure her live-in wizard sent her alchemical requisition forms to her home instead of to her academic underlings.  Made for a decently steady bit of income for her, and for more opportunities to meet the slave-turned-high-profile-escort that seemed to have taken a non-romantic liking to her father.  Sadly she was only getting busier and busier, making for less opportunities as days passed...<br/><br/>But onto business, and a bath.  She scanned the list as she enjoyed the lukewarm water as best she could, calculating how much more she'd need to purchase supply-wise to fill these orders.  Those Shonite twins kept her busy too; standing order for prophylactics for both sets of reproductive organs?  Between those two and Ylene she figured they'd bedded the entirety of the city's residents between them.  Well, not quite, there was still that blue-scaled-<br/><br/>*KNOCKS*<br/><br/>"Was just thinking of that woman too..." Velma muttered to herself, shifting in the bath to face the door. "Tell the runner to have a seat, a drink, and wait!  If he tries to get you to rush me, tell him I'll be ready when I'm ready and to sit his arse down!"<br/><br/>Shopping and brewing apparently would have to wait; her<em>other</em>job was calling for her assistance.  What did the paladin-woman need now though?  Regardless, she had to finish her morning rituals: finishing her bath, drying off, drying her hair (otherwise it wasn't getting dry in Laelith's humidity), dressed, and finally loaded up with gear, including plenty of daggers she'd tucked this way and that, including a scarf more for show - and naturally for hiding things - than for any semblance of warmth in this climate.  A tight top that held her impressive bosom, with a neat tie to lay atop the cleave betwixt her healthy globes, a similar style of skirt, knee-high boots, her gloves and magical bangles, bands, and earrings, scarf across her waist over her belt and alchemical supplies, and her additional satchel over her shoulder...<br/><br/>Last but not least, upon doing her hair up once more, she put her favorite glasses on - a gift from her father of course - and finally was ready to go.  She'd hurried best she could, but she did not cut corners.  Still, they'd caught her in a bath, so it was only to be expected.  Now it was out to the front once more, a kiss to her father's bearded cheek in farewell, and then it was off she would go with the runner...