<strong>Ivette</strong><br/><br/>Outside Sellowyn's manor, Lord Ewon was waiting for her in another carriage, this one far more luxurious and spacious than the mere taxi they hailed out of the docks. The path was flanked on both sides by armed guards, all adorned in ceremonial armor and wielding glaives.<br/><br/>They went unattended for the rest of the journey, however, as the carriage and its' driver was all they would bring with them to the Castle. As they spoke along the way, Ivette gathered the impression that Ewon was very unsure about this whole situation, prone to fearing the worst about his master and his unusual tastes. He mentioned asking The Minister for help, displaying just how much influence her employer wielded, though she couldn't think of any particular individual in Aeune that would have met her scant description of him... Still, Ivette's presence was a comforting one to Ewon, and he spared no expense curiously asking about her life and adventures.<br/><br/>It was indeed a leisurely pace, though. Ewon liked to take his time, it seemed. When they arrived at the castle, it was starting to slowly get dark. Ewon stepped out of the carriage, noting some of the others (and a few horses) belonging to the other guests. He offered his hand to help Ivette down.<br/><br/>The Castle itself was large, probably about as big as all the ships in the Skyfleet put together. It sat on the top of a hill and had high walls and sloped tiled roofs, appearing to be a mix of both aesthetics and practicality. The guards at the gate were leaning against the wall and their armor and uniform somewhat sloppily worn. When Ewon and Ivette presented their invitations, they hardly paid them any mind and opened the door, putting her noble companion off a bit.<br/><br/><strong>Dexter</strong><br/><br/>The pirate smiled and sat up on the table infront of Dexter, leaning over to look down at him. From his vantage point, he could very look right up and stare at the exposed skin of her breasts underneath the wrapping concealing her nipples. Of course, she was keenly of this fact.<br/><br/>"You need to relax a little." She said, leaning over and putting her palms on the very edge of the table and bringing her face closer to his. Her hair was curly and black, cascading down her cheeks as she smiled, soft supple lips parting ever so slightly, "We're gonna be stuck here on this ship for awhile now. You should relax and enjoy the sea-breeze, the smell of the ocean... so why not enjoy the ride while you can, mm?"<br/><br/>Her eyes darted down for a moment and she tilted her head back for a moment, "See?" She said, looking at the bulge in his pants and then back to Dexter, "That's better."