<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/2b/d1/9b/2bd19bd81a57fb0de26d8bed7d5edf13.jpg)</div>Olly stood outside the imposing double doors to his Master's manor with jitters in his rotund belly and the shakes all up and down his limbs. He'd been summoned by the mistress for business unclear. Olly had never spoken to Mistress Amarla for longer than fleeting moments, quick hellos and goodbyes and how do you do's. But he'd always admired her from afar, lust after her, as everyone did. She was a marvel, a goddess waltzing amongst mere mortals brought low by her seductive stare and supple figure.<br/><br/>Releasing a heavy sigh, Olly reminded himself this was probably nothing. It was probably just a simple meet and greet since he would have to be dealing more directly with Amarla now that Master Gilbert was gone. Olly wasn't sure how he felt about that, about the man who brought him up from the streets being dead. He was a decent man at a time, but he'd grown fat, greedy, and lecherous with age. As the years waned, Olly grew tired of being a servant but knew there was really no escape from it, and he knew he had it better than most of those who started where he did.<br/><br/>The door finally swung open, revealing a human man of extreme age, a glassy eye, and a balding u-shaped hairline of milk white tufts of stringy follicles. Petyr, the butler of the manor and a servant of Gilbert's family for over six decades. The man was decrepit, but he was loyal to the owner of the estate and knew well his place in life.<br/><br/>"Ah... Young Master Ollysander," he drawed out slowly, a feint, congenial smile on her cracked lips. "I am so... terribly sorry for the loss of Master... uhm, Master uh," Petyr lost his train of thought a moment. "Master Gilbert," he finished finally with a chuckle.<br/><br/>"Of course, to you as well," Olly nodded back and extended his hand with the letter of his summoning. Petyr took the letter and held it close to his face. He retrieved spectacle from his waistcoat pocket and placed on his brow with trembling hands.<br/><br/>"Yes, yes of course. The Mistress did mention a business associate would arrive this morning. Come in, I shall inform the Mistress of your arrival," the old man said as he made way and waved for Olly to come inside. Petyr gingerly shut the door behind the Gnome and urged him to take a seat before shambling off down a hallway.<br/><br/>Olly sat fidgety, his foot bouncing rapidly, and his hands fiddling with the small wrapped gift he'd brought with him. A few moments later, Petyr returned.<br/><br/>"Master Ollysander, the Mistress shall see you in the study. If you would be so kind," Petyr informed Olly, and Olly needed no further direction. The study was a frequent place of meeting for Master Gilbert and it would seem that Amarla had taken the space for herself. With so trepidation, Olly made his way down the hall and slowly pushed open the cracked doorway into the study. There, sitting in as regal a manner as one could in front of the desk that was Gilbert's, and somehow appearing even more imposing, was Mistress Amarla.<br/><br/>"Mistress," Ollysander gave a little bow and smiled, stepping forward to juxtapose the noblewoman across the birth of the desk. "I hope you do not mind the gesture, but a gift. To help soothe the pain of your loss," the Halfling muttered, reaching across with stubby arms to slide the small wrapped package across to Amarla.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Package</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inside of the package, which is wrapped in a soft fabric and tied with a red ribbon, is an oblong milky glass egg shaped object that has a skinny handle on side that curves around. Inside of the bulbous "egg" itself is a feint blue, arcane light suggesting some form of enchantment had been placed on the object. Upon little inspection, it can easily be seen that this object is meant to provide sexual stimulation to a woman's lady parts, allowing her to remain in a comfortable laid back position as she pleasures herself. </div></div>