<div class="floatright"><div style="text-align: right;"><sup><em>(Click any image to enlarge)</em></sup><br/>Chunk, warforged bouncer</div>(http://i.imgur.com/N568P2G.jpg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;">The lounge</div>(http://i.imgur.com/fwZY2tR.jpg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;">Lady Jinn</div>(http://i.imgur.com/q9z8rFl.jpg)<br/><div style="text-align: right;">Madam Kirin</div>(http://i.imgur.com/mxV3nh1.jpg)</div><br/>Dawn's reply wasn't exactly a mistruth, they did want to speak with Madam Kirin of course.  If the bouncer mistook Dawn's words as a statement that they were prostitutes looking for employment, well, that wasn't what she had said, was it?  Those glowing blue orbs of arcane intelligence that were the warforged bouncer's eyes scanned up and down both sisters with a slow confident calm.  Certainly the sisters had seen the eyes of men work their way up and down their bodies before, but this wasn't a lustful gaze, or at least didn't feel like one.  This was the practiced and professional scrutiny of a man that took his job as a bouncer seriously.  But would it be more appropriate to call the warforged a thing, not a man?  Certainly their experiences with Vii earlier made it clear that Vii had no gender, but there was something slightly different about this warforged, about this bouncer.  It was a hard thing to put a finger on, but there was a definite sense of masculinity in it's form, it's voice, and it's bearing.  It had an almost palpable aura of masculinity to it's voice which, while still hollow and metallic, was also bassier and deeper than Vii's had been.  Any speculation was cut short as it apparently finished it's inspection and the window in the wall slid shut and the door in front of them opened with an audible click before cracking open to slide in.<br/><br/>The sisters stepped into the next room, a foyer that was a little bit larger than the entry way they'd just come from.  But as they stepped through the door they passed into a large archway inscribed with several glowing runes.  As soon as they did several things happened all at once.  The first and most noticeable was the cool and very refreshing blast of fresh air that seemed to buffet them from all sides of the arch way at once, ruffling their hair ever so slightly and at the same time blasting away any sweat or grime on their bodies.  Both sisters would recognize that secondary effect as being very similar to the prestidigitation cantrip that Dawn used frequently to clean their bodies, though the added effect of the cool breeze was a nice touch.  The second thing that was immediately noticeable was that any weapons they were wearing, or even had stowed in bags, began glowing with a harmless yellow faerie fire.  Any weapons stowed in a container caused the whole container to glow, and the mountain of warforged stood on the other side of the archway with one hand out.<strong> "All weapons must be surrendered before entering the Cat House."</strong>He gestured to his left and the large selection of lockers that made up the wall on that side of the foyer.  His other massive three fingered hand tapped a key on a chain that hung from his belt as he added,<strong>"I personally guarantee the safety of any belongings entrusted to my care."</strong><br/><br/>Only once the sisters agreed to hand over their weapons, and once whatever surrenedered belongings were securely locked inside a locker, would the warforged lead them out of the foyer and into the bothel's lounge.  Of course, the third noticeable effect was really something that only Dawn could feel actively, though Stephanie might again sense it on a subconscious level.  The amount of primal energy flowing through this building, weaving in and out of the floorboards, the walls, the drapery, it was completely saturated.  Every pore on Dawn's now freshly scrubbed skin, thank you magical arch, seemed to drink in the primal energy that suffused this place.  It was an almost giddy feeling, and one that was undeniably arousing to an eros mage.  Despite her body just being freshly cleaned by the magical arch, she felt her sweet sex flush with arousal, moistening with anticipation, her heart beating faster as she licked her lips unconsciously.  There was so much raw untapped primal energy here, there was no wonder that Belle would want to make her workshop in this building and not the academy.  At that moment that she was handing over her weapon, she felt like she could cast the most powerful versions of her eros spells here and barely even feel it.  Stephanie would likely not feel even a fraction of what Dawn was feeling, though she was sensing something else that the primal mana focused mage would be too distracted to sense.  Her keen nose picked up the scents of incense and fruit oils, of sweet wine and of sex.  There was no doubt this was a brothel, a house of pleasure, and while so far the rooms they had seen had been nondescript, the smell, oh the smell, there was no hiding that.<br/><br/>The warforged gestured for the sisters to follow, and the building had a blessed coolness that belied the heat of the day outside.  Once again the sisters were reminded of summer days frolicking in the sun dappled forests of their homeland, lazy swimming in cool spring fed ponds, or the feeling of soft breezes on their naked flesh as they lay half dozing on lush grass beneath stout trees.  It was, it seemed, the perfect temperature.  Even without any magical ability Stephanie would correctly assume that there was powerful magic at play to make it so perfectly comfortable.<br/><br/>The warforged lead them through a thick velvet curtain into the lounge, and here now the smell of sex and comfort was even stronger, to the point where it could reach Dawn's nose, cutting through the almost high that she was feeling from the primal energy.  But even without the smell, this room was obviously one designed for the pleasure of many.  Many couches, lounges, and even a couch that practically looked like a bed, dominated the space in the lounge.  Several tables also were present, all within close reach of whatever couch, lounge, or benches were closest.  Upon said tables were trays of fruit and decanters of wine, and the room was lit primarily by large glass windows with gauzey shades and wooden lattices over them.  They let in a fair amount of Laelith's sunlight, but muted it just enough to coat the room in a soft fuzzy glow.  Several candles stood nearby and hung from chandeliers, though these were not currently lit.  Stephanie couldn't help but notice that despite the comfortable aspect of the lounge, not a single piece seemed to match any other.  Though this random decor almost seemed to work better than any concerted effort at uniformity.  She was also quick to notice that while there were large couches, smaller lounges, love seats, and that one bed against a low wall on two sides, there was actually no single person seating.  It was apparently encouraged to share your space when you were here.  Probably made it easier for the working girls to ply their trade.<br/><br/>There was only one woman in the room, a gorgeous woman wearing what could be described as plate armor, but only in the loosest sense of the word.  Her armor looked as if it barely covered any vital spots of her body, with her arms bearing the large bulk of it.  The rest of her sensual body covered in silken garments that accentuated what could only be described as a body built for fucking, not fighting.  She was pacing back and forth along the far wall of the lounge, near the stairs.  Though she stopped and smiled at the sisters when they entered, a genuine smile of greeting, and not one that seemed to be appraising them as potential clients for sexual exchange.  It was a warm smile, but too quickly faded as the woman resumed pacing with a somewhat anxious look on her face.<br/><br/>The warforged led them through the lounge to the far side and down a short simple hallway to a set of stairs.  Leading them down one level they found themselves on a floor with narrow windows at the very ceiling letting in light.  They were likely just barely below ground now and the warforged again stomped off down a short hallway before coming to a fine looking wooden door.  Pushing it open he stepped inside saying,<strong> "Madam Kirin, there are two girls here who are interested in interviewing for a job."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Very well,"</strong>a voice practically purred from the other side of the mountain of warforged,<strong>"Show them in, I have time right now."</strong>The warforged gestured for the sisters to enter the office of Kirin the madam, and found it somewhat similar to the office of master D'nai.  Bookshelves lined the two side walls, with the others being covered in soft wall hangings, save at the ceiling along the far wall, where windows let in plenty of light.  Dark wood furniture covered with plush cushions dominated the room, and spoke of wealth.  But what really dominated the room was the individual leaning against the edge of the desk.  Madam Kirin was a shifter, a creature born of union between man and lycanthrope, never fully human, never fully beast, but always somewhere in between. While some shifters looked absolutely feral in their beastial side, Madam Kirin did not.  Her animal nature was immediately apparent, from her softly furred fleesh, to large cat like ears, feline face, and her long white fluffy tail that swished behind her slowly.  But instead of looking like a feral beast, this woman seemed to simply ooze sultry sex in her curvacious form.  She appeared to be a bit older, in her late thirties perhaps, with wide hips and a full bust, and only the very slightest hint of a belly that showed through an elegant and 'almost' see through black chiffon and lace dress that hugged her body like a second skin until her knees whereupon it flared out to brush the floor.  When she spoke, again the sisters heard that nearly purring tone as she appraised them.  But this time it wasn't with cold warforged detachment, no this was a creature who was well comfortable with lust, and her gaze was one that took in their bodies in a completely sexual way.<br/><br/>She waved at the warforged and said,<strong>"Thank you Chunk, I think I should be able to conduct the interview by myself if you'd like to return to your post."</strong><br/><br/>The warforged, named Chunk apparently, nodded once and left the room, closing the wooden door behind him.  Madam Kirin stood up straight and rubbed one finger along her chin,<strong>"Well now, it's not very often that I have two women as beautiful as you enter my office at the same time looking for work.  And unless I miss my guess, you're related, aren't you?  I can see it in the facial structure... cousins maybe?"</strong><br/><br/>When one of the two sisters would correct Kirin and respond that they were sisters, she would literally purr with delight as her grin widened,<strong>"Sisters!  Two gorgeous half elven creatures like you, who are sisters, want to come work for me?   Oh my, you'll be quite popular!"</strong><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">The brothel is absolutely suffuse with primal energy.  Any primal spell, any eros magic spell, cast while inside this building is cast as if the spellcaster were two levels higher and any randomly generated effects are automatically maximized.<br/><br/>On a side note, I know that you post a little slower, and I'm perfectly ok with that, but again I'd love it if you could try to get a reply up inside a week or two.  Over three weeks is really tough for me, because I'll be honest I completely lose all train of thought on the game in that time.  I understand if you cant, but would love it if you could.  ^_^</div></div>