Varliss lay upon the table a slave to sensation. He was unaware that a bowl had been set up until he heard the clinking of coins into it and then felt hands begin touching him, more hands than were there before. He tensed, but after all this was what they wanted him for wasn't it? It was just a massage, just an oily massage. They weren't going to hurt him, though from what one said he had skill in that way and would be glad to employ it. Fortunately Varliss' face was hidden and therefore unreadable as he flinched at the mere mention of a whip. The hands on his thighs raised a careful question, though one he prayed to the gods he wouldn't find the answer to any time soon: having never been female before, at least to his own knowledge, was he pure? He shivered at the hands caressing him while this thoughts turned first to the question of the spell and its effect, then on to further topics such as would they actually allow him to be raped upon the table? No, he wouldn't allow that himself, he could still get away if necessary. Not even Arianna or Amatha would do that to him, and he'd always been on polite terms with Alanna. That was why he'd had to put on the mask and ask her for a date, she was just so... wonderful.<br/><br/>It was only then that he found he'd been neglecting the two ladies at his fingertips. By way of apology, he began to speak in a tongue that Himari would have appreciated were she still in the room. On his delicate frame the trills and purrs of the Catfolk tongue were transmitted through the entire body, to the hands on back, thigh, and rump, and also to the fingertips within the silken crevice of each maid. Varliss knew little enough but heard that a purring sensation could drive a lover wild in the throes of ecstasy and soon had his evidence. Both of the maids were gripping his wrists hard and grinding ever faster, as if hungry for more and more. Fingers motioned in gesture that with will and word would cause magic to occur, in this at least the motions garnered the same effect as the girls quaked in ecstasy, grip tightening upon his arms to immobility again. He wished to do more, at some deep part of himself, wanted to feel, smell, taste, hear, and most importantly see what was going on, but even had he eyes he knew the uniforms would be without form though filled out nicely.<br/><br/>The maid on his back slid up and he only just now noticed that not all of the moist skin on his back belonged to himself, as a weight was removed from his rump and placed on his lower back. Would that he had a third arm and a hand attached to it to return the favor to this maid as well. Were he still in fact himself he'd have a third leg and would be overexcited to share such with one of the maids, but as was generally his place, he was a toy. Still, this was a more pleasant treatment than he was used to, especially at the hands of customers. The warmth still remained despite the maid's movement off his rear, and only now did he realize it wasn't in his rear, but pelvis. He sought to grind against the table, but with the hands so carefully placed on him what sort of ideas would that generate? He settled for focusing on the touch of each hand upon his body, the intricate interplay of flesh on flesh and warm oil across the body.