<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/CARey4F.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Silk</strong></span><br/><em>Ronin-Courtesan Of Hell</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Malfeas, Apartments of Rhikki-Annha Vase-Weaver<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chorgath, Florivet<br/><hr/>Silk had flopped over near Iori to wait out the completion of the ritual, casually sleeping the hours of boredom away. As if by serendipity, the Sidereal's eyes opened just as the demonic ship appeared on the horizon, and she rose from her bed of silver sand, wiping stray grains away, then stretching to the shallow green sky, the gesture like nothing so much as a cat. Then she began to stretch out again, this time her motions were more precise, almost formal; half warm up, half dance, and many of the motions were distinctly erotic, leaving no mystery as to what she was getting ready<em>for</em>.<br/><br/>As the ship neared, Silk ended her routine, and flowed over to stand near Chorgath, waiting for Florivet to arrive. For the encounter, she had traded her normal outfit for a top and skirt made of triangular pieces of whisper-thin silk, they hung asymmetrically on her body, stark white against her dark skin. The outfit evoked to mind a image of sails, awaiting the wind that would carry them forth, and indeed, it seemed as if the slightest gust would steal her modesty, so daringly arranged were they, but when the winds drove Florivet to the waiting summoner, they miraculously failed to do more than tantalize as they rippled across her form.<br/><br/>After Chorgath had made introductions. Silk smiled and waved grandly, suddenly shifting persona to something far more bawdy than the others might have expected from her... but the Whim of the Wind favoured lascivious lasses over delicate courtesans, and Silk was nothing if not a master of giving people what they wanted. "Ho Florivet! Think youll beable to keep up this time?" she challenged him with a playful twist of her hips. Naturally, hed blown through her brothel before, though like his nature, he blew back out before long, a uncouth but generally pleasant guest, silk had fond memories of entertaining the Whim before, and didnt think twice about doing so again.