<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/Characters/90031511-ebbe-4b70-853d-8fb39e25b4f3_zps2a26dcef.jpg)    </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Arianna Morgan</span><br/>Kitsune Transmuter & Bartender (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=178661.msg8519539#msg8519539)<br/>Location: The Guild Bar<br/>Tagging: Amatha, Alanna, Varliss<hr/><br/>Arianna's eyes narrowed at the unwelcome blow and she leaned back as Alanna moved to kiss her, giving away only the barest brush of their wet lips and turning the ifrit into the pursuer.  Despite Amatha's eager ministrations and Alanna's heat, Arianna's voice was cool, the same calm but annoyed tone she used to cut off patrons who couldn't handle their alcohol.  "I don't believe that was one of the options, lovely.  And you won't share a little gold to fuel our darling friend's naughty little fantasy?  Don't you think she's worth it?  We ought to set a good precedent for the patrons.  Wouldn't want them to get up hopes for a free one with our sweet prostitute."<br/><br/>She looked down to where Amatha had frozen her movements in response to the bit of name calling. "Yes.  Get back to work, you!"  she snarled teasingly, her eyes flashing yellow as she snapped sharp fangs.  "Or I'll bite."  She moaned wantonly as her friend went back to work, back arching again and ifrit completely forgotten although a short skirt of soft folds now covered her rear and concealed her penetration.  "I intend for Varliss to enjoy it very much.  That silly cat was a fool to wander off with some clumsy boy instead.  And who knows, maybe he'll make enough to buy himself a backbone, and be worthy of a good fuck?"  She giggled, tilting her head to allow Amatha better access to her neck, shuddering softly in pleasure as her mouth moved along the silken skin there.<br/><br/>She gasped, soft and high, at each of the thrusts and sighed softly while Amatha repositioned herself.  "Your little spirits have taught you well, darling."  She wrote a quick note on a white card as the Maid positioned the blindfold.  A few quick puffs of air and a whisper of magic allowed the ink to dry, then she traced the corner of the paper slowly and sensuously across Amatha's lips, a light pressure marking its journey over her chin and down her neck, teasing between her beautiful breasts.  "This card offers you for sale, pet.  It says anyone can come and touch you or fuck you for a few coins.  Just...take you, grope you, thrust into that greedy, wet little snatch.  And you'll never even know who they are.  Daddy could take a turn between his daughter's thighs for all you'll be aware."  She tucked the card into Amatha's hand.  "Put the card on display."<br/><br/>Hands free again, Arianna moved them to Amatha's breasts, teasing them through the thin cloth of her dress.  Her sharp nails traced spirals around each nipple, coming ever closer to the sensitive buds and then darting away to begin again.  She leaned down to place small, light kisses on Amatha's face.  "I can't wait to watch them use you."<br/><br/>In the center of the room, the male voice that had spoken of whippings made soft, reassuring noises.  "Don't worry, pretty, no one will be whipping you today.  My brother and I will make sure of it, okay?  We're going to make you feel as good as you're going to make us."  He leaned down to kiss Varliss' cheek, his beard tickling her skin.<br/><br/>A moment later coins landed in the brass bowl just as more droplets of warm oil splattered across her back.  The maid straddling Varliss continued her work with slow, steady movements that pinned Varliss in place just as they forced him to relax into pleasure.  One of the Maids his hands lifted herself up and off, however, to be replaced quickly by a hard, silk cock.  It rocked in slow thrusts against Varliss' palm.<br/><br/>Her pants, meanwhile, were pulled completely away as the once hesitant hands there grew ever bolder.  There was something feminine about that presence, some subtle clue in the softness of the fingers or length of the nails, so Varliss knew the lips and tongue that began to tease at his feet was a girl.  Undoubtedly she had some plan to move up Varliss' legs with licks and teasing, but she became quickly enamored of Varliss' small, feminine feet: she moved downwards instead, the tip of her tongue tickling and lapping the ticklish bottoms of her feet before pausing meaningfully.  Perhaps it was to savor the moment, or maybe to build up courage before indulging in some hidden fetish?  Then she leaned forward, her breath warm, and began to suck each of Varliss' toes one by one, firmly and passionately.