A green jade palanquin drew up to the Harlots Crotch. Borne by two strong men with oiled bronze skin and long white silk loincloths and flanked a small entourage of similarly dressed porters and guards, it clearly belonged to somebody important.<br/>As the procession came to a stop, the green silk curtain was drawn aside and a long feminine leg of smooth brown skin stepped out. The Leg touched the ground on expensive looking sandals and it's owner climbed out. She was a young wood aspect dragon blood of excellent breeding. If the oiled up slaveboys didn't indicate her status as a scion of house Cynis, her manner of dress definitely would. The Dynast wore a thong and corset of sheer green thread, green jade bracers on her wrist, and seemed to be running out of places on her body to pierce.<br/>The arrival of this woman alone would attract no small amount of attention, but her arrival was soon overshadowed as another bare leg slipped out of the Palanquin.<br/>This one was shorter and might have even been mistaken for a child had it's owners proportions not told otherwise. What little could be seen behind the gauzy pink veil that the figure wore, told that she was not only a woman, but a stunning beauty that could rival that of a goddess. Even with the veil, which was just transparent enough to outline her silhouette in the low light, did little to prevent this slave from overshadowing her apparent mistress.<br/><br/>As the two women proceeded into the Tavern, a pair of guards followed them while the other pair remained with the porters guarding the Palanquin. While obstantaly they were escorting there mistress, a careful eye would notice that the mistress and the guards were forming a perfect triangle around the slavegirl, as if she were the individual in need of the most protection. A sagacious eye would also notice the military precession with which the mistress led her subjects through the Tavern, her Typical realm arrogance was actually hiding the fact that she was here for business and not pleasure.<br/>The formation forced it's way through the crowd like a broadhead arrow piercing a lung, and they arrived at the bar without incident. While one guard watched the crowd, the other bowed to his Mistress and produced a letter which she then handed to Ivory Hammer. The slavegirl just stood silently as she waited for the business to proceed.<br/>Once the invitation had been accepted, the Dynast tossed a coin to both guards, and proceeded alone with her slavegirl up the stairs, leaving her guards to watch the tavern and entertain themselves while there mistress met with Perfect Orchid.<br/><br/>