<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Iolanda.jpg)</div><strong>Iolanda Tailor<br/>"Precious"</strong><br/><br/>Inside the tavern, the true courtesan flicked open an ochre and golden fan and fanned herself softly.  She let Rachelle’s caress bring out a soft blush in her as her blood heated and teased the other girls by cooling herself with the fan while meeting their eyes—a casual brag on the prowess of her client while subtly implying that the air around them was odious.<br/><br/>Iolanda sighed softly as Rachelle fondled her and lead her to a seat.  Ever since the twins had been old enough to know what pleasure was, they’d known each other’s bodies as well as they knew their own.  Iolanda didn’t know if her twin knew it or not, but Rachelle was becoming a powerful lover.  Masculine confidence, strength and solicitude mingled in her with feminine compassion and insight.  Rachelle was nearly irresistible and—because she didn't know it—she was irresistible.<br/><br/>A shame the poor girl couldn't risk word getting around that—under the fine suits—“Leon” was a girl.  A shame for other girls anyway….<br/><br/>Rachelle’s whispered question—seemingly nothing more than an intimate flirtation for his escort—brought Iolanda back to the task at hand.  ‘Precious’ settled into a booth against the wall where ‘Marco’ could move in beside her, sitting between her and any threats that might come her way, with the sword on ‘his’ hip clearly visible.<br/><br/>At the courtesan house she shared with a few friendly partners, Rachelle had spacious private chambers in the basement including a small work room where she could ‘mix medicine’ in her spare hours.   Here she’d poured clean water into a crystal bowl worked with ivory and called upon the power of the Lady of the Lake in her blood to help her find Isabella.  She’d murmured the other girl’s name a few times in a sing song chant, brown eyes fluttering shut.  When they opened again, she’d found Isabella for a second time.  Still in the same plushy appointed but seemingly locked room, the girl was nude now, her beautiful breasts arching towards the heavens.  Her face was a mask of confusion, trying to deny the pleasure that burned through her veins—but failing.<br/><br/>Isabella had dropped the spell and Rachelle had seen her blush more fiercely than she had since she was a virgin.  Iolanda was a courtesan.   Passion was her trade, pleasure was her highest art, and love was her strongest weapon.  Young though she was, she’d already had more than one man lay gold, powerful secrets and the heads of her enemies at her feet.<br/><br/>No matter how overwhelming the pleasure, she was always in control.<br/><br/>Not even Rachelle could truly overcome that.<br/><br/>Maybe one day, she would permit herself to be bound by a man or maid whom she truly trusted and desired, let them teach her body to truly submit, her heart to race of its own accord.  The thought was as intoxicating as watching Isabella suffer the same at the hands of persons unknown!<br/><br/>Not today.<br/><br/>Precious flipped open her fan and let it and her long, elaborately coiffed hair cover the action of her sensual lips as she whispered into ‘Marco’s’ ear.  “Apparently girls have been disappearing from this part of town.  More than the usual runaways and most runaways from this island get Cousin Fina’s help passing safely to Castile, Vendel, or Avalon.  Five days ago, Violetta asked Isabella to look into it.  Three nights ago she didn't report in.  Other contacts told us she was last seen here.  I studied Caputina and Nacare under the same instructor as Isabella.  She was three years our senior, but had enough Sidhe blood that it didn't show.  She would not have been conquered easily…”<br/><br/>‘Precious’ nibbled softly o her client’s ear lobe.  “That’s why we have you here.”<br/><br/>She leaned around and kissed her sister softly on the lips, then smiled playfully, “Thank you for bringing me here, Lord Calegari,” she continued a little bit louder.  “Those Jennies are quite lovely.  Maybe one will share a drink with us?”  She massaged ‘Marco’s’ thigh.  “I know how you like a little extra attention.  I’ll go see if they have that wine you like.”<br/>