<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">image of the outfit of the faithful of this temple</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e220/besrikarie/dnd/rift%20view/discipleofaalarune2.jpg)</div></div></div>Doxi passes through the double doors on the west side of the room and her boots slide over the thick plush rug in the next room. The decor is luxurious without being ostentatious. Murals depicting sexual acts line the walls, obviously painted with care and a high level of quality. A large staircase leads to the floor below, then another set of the stained glass doors and you enter the main room of the temple.<br/><br/>The floor to ceiling glass windows from the floor above are mirrored here in the main room of the temple, looking out on the Brellish countryside. However the similarity ends there. The room is layered and tired in varying heights. Platforms and stairs arise out of the ground and sink back in seemingly at random. The effect of course is that there are countless places to sit, lay, or kneel, and the advantages of this layout is immediately obvious. The main room sinks down a good seven feet, and the outer most edge of the room is one level area all the way around the room. The "pit" as you think of it is the multi leveled floor, and every possible surface is covered in pillows, soft blankets, and gauzy sheets.<br/><br/>The whole of the room is done in soft pastel colors and flesh tones, and is lit with a few everbright lanterns hanging from the ceiling which give off a soft, steady, yet dim golden glow. Along the walls sit several candelabras, their natural flames giving the room a warm living glow that's absent when only magical light is present. There doesn't appear to be any other furniture in the room other than the pillows, blankets, and sheets with one exception. By the windows on the eastern edge of the room there sits a large leather bound tome on the floor.<br/><br/>A single woman, who appears to be in her late thirties or early fourties, but with a soft toned body turns.  She's wearing the garb of one of the faithful of this particular temple Doxi assumes.  A short gauzy tunic that comes down to just the cleft of her sex.  Perhalps if she were to pull it down it would cover her ass and pussy, but it has ridden up slightly and her hairless yoni is exposed.  However even if not exposed, the cloth is practically see through, and Doxi can see her breasts, while heavy with her age, are on the smaller side and so not given to much sag.  But her nipples are full and soft.   There's a grey cloth belt with a single emblem bearing the older crest of Shoni.  The outfit is completed with silk stockings and ties that reach up to the inside of the tunic where a very small garter belt runs about her waist, underneath the cloth belt.<br/><br/>The woman is on the tall side for a human, looking like she's probably scraping just an inch or two under six feet. Her hair is strawberry blonde, you'd guess in sunlight people would say she's a blonde, but in light darker then the room is currently they might describe her as a redhead. She has green eyes and  freckles across the bridge of her nose, cheeks, and her shoulders. She's quite pretty, although you wouldn't exactly describe her as beautiful. For a small town or a war camp, she would definitely be a head turner or able to request a fine price for her time, but in a city this large she'd be described as rather average. She looks as if she's just into her early fourties or maybe late thirties. Her frame is toned without being very muscular, with a layer of fat granted by age that gives the impression that she doesn't have life too tough, but has struggled to stay in shape. She's in too good shape to be a woman who doesn't work, but too fat to be a farmer or laborer. Your first impression is a prostitute that works hard to keep from getting fat, but that may be false. Your second impression might be of a waitress or someone else who works in a service capacity, but not with her hands all day long. She may even be a craftswoman for all you can tell. Her breasts and hips are slight and, the surprise on her face tells you that she wasn't expecting anyone at this hour.  Especially not an armed woman.  However the most notable thing about the woman, and one that Doxi can't help but recognize and stare at is just above her womanhood.  Her vulva, completely bare of any hair, is covered with an intricate tattoo.   The scrawling tattoo has some unknown design that touches the very top of the cleft of her slit, and even curls down onto one of her outer labia, then stretches upwards, almost all the way to reach the bottom of her belly button.  The turquoise, red, and dark inks of the tattoo seem to almost glow in the dim light.  Then suddenly Doxi realizes, that's no tattoo, it's a dragonmark.  But not one she's ever seen before, it's an aberrant dragonmark.<br/><br/>"Shoni's teats," she says a single hand coming to her breast in surprise, "I was startled.  Forgive me."<br/><br/>She sets down the damp cloth she'd been using to clean the lanterns and comes over to greet Doxi.  Halfway there she stutters in her walk and instead says, "Wait a moment, you're the one that Lady Cassandra told me to be expecting, aren't you?  The captain?"