"Of course I do, little sister," Seeker replied with her normal calm air of cultured elegance and supreme grace.  "I<em>am</em>a woman, after all.  And a century's worth of living has given me quite the variety of experiences..."  Seeker's normal appearance wasn't much different from how she had looked before, except that the dark-skinned tone she had was gone, replaced by a color almost as pale as her hair.<br/><br/>"Well, you hired me...sort of," Seeker replied, "so I am bound to behave as your special birthday courtesan for the evening."  Sex aside, that meant a<em>lot</em>of potential things - courtesans weren't just trained in the sexual arts, after all, they had a wide variety of talents available for their clients' entertainment.  Maybe Yifa could avail herself of some of those.<br/><br/>Picking up the light Solar, Seeker left the woman's room behind and brought her downstairs, where Kechara was working away in the kitchen.  "So, sounded like you had a go-"  Her speech was cut off and the sound of the utensil held in her hand clattered to the wooden floor.  "You!  Agh, no wonder I found you so familiar!"  Seeker just smiled.  "Hello, Iselsi.  How have you been?  Taking good care of our favorite little girl, I see."<br/><br/>Kechara was a little upset, though.  "Why didn't you tell me it was you?"  Seeker's reply was just as swift and decisive.  "Because you wouldn't have believed me.  I was wearing a destiny, after all."