A customer

The figure was cloaked and hooded as he approached the overhang before the Temptress, though given the pouring rain it would have been more unusual for him to be without. Stepping onto the worn planks of the porch, he slung his hood back, and kicked the mud off his boots. His eyes glanced over the pair of women next to the door, soft, comfortable robes hanging open to reveal long stretches of pale flesh, silken undergarments doing the minimum to retain some semblance of modesty.

The taller of the pair looked over at him, offering a smile and a small wave with one hand. Violet eyes flickered along his frame, still mostly obscured by his dripping cloak, but all the same, she gave an appreciative sound from deep in her throat.

The shorter one took a long pull from her cigarette, holding the smoke in her mouth for a moment, before releasing it, eyes flickering up at her friend before settling to the man. He hadn't meant to settle on one or the other so quickly, but as he caught the shorter one's gaze he found himself enraptured by the vibrant blue-within-blue.

"EY! Fuckface. You coming in?" The cloaked man was snapped from his thoughts by the harsh bray of the man by the door. Man was being generous, he thought, noting the thick, corded muscle and the massive chest, hinting at some ancestry not spoken of in polite company.

"Jin-shah Hetz!" The cloaked figure spat the curse without much vitriol, tugging a few copper coins for the cover, each emblazoned with the stern face of King Rozrihc expressing his disappointment at being spent in such an establishment.

"Eh? Vanheim boy, then. You like them?" The bouncer took the coins, jerking his head towards the smoking women and letting his own eyes slide along the pair. "You should take Sadie upstairs. She'll show you a time you won't forget. Won't find better anywhere in Vanheim."

The customer huffed, slightly annoyed at being called out on -his- heritage by the mongrel. "Which one is that?" He questioned, beckoning the pair closer.

"I'm Saditha Al-szrem." Cooed the violet-eyed woman, moving to his side and leaning into him gently. "But you can call me Sadie." She leaned in, pressing her lips against his neck, soft and warm and inviting. He felt himself stiffen.

There was a sharp spank, ringing out loudly despite the rain drumming a constant tattoo on the roof of the porch. "Go on, introduce yourself." Came the bouncer, his hand still resting on the blue-eyed woman's pert rear.

She rolled her eyes, cheeks flushed from the blow. "I'm Tsan." She stated, skipping the customary fumbling of another human trying to pronounce the alphabet soup of her name.

The customer raised an eyebrow at the elf's attitude, but he couldn't help his grin. "Spirited one, are we?" He gave a glance to the bouncer. "Let me take these two delicate flowers inside and see if some coin can get them moving."

The bouncer nodded his head. "Tsan. Play nice." He grumbled, shooting her a meaningful look.

She batted her eyes with mock innocence. "I promise, I won't break him... unless he pays extra for that..." Her giggle was wicked as she fell onto the other side of the man and guided him inside with Sadie.

The interior of the Temptress was arrayed in a roughly open fashion around the large octagonal bar in the center of the common room, but paper screens had been arranged, paring it down to intimate spaces with a few tables each and dominated by a small stage. Most of the stages were empty at this time of night, and the lights were turned down low, offering an intimate atmosphere.

Sadie guided them towards a low couch with a sturdy looking table in front of it. The rest of this corner of the room was empty, leaving them to settle onto the furniture comfortably. He took the opportunity to run a finger gently along each girl's ear, admiring the shudder that ran down their spines as he reached the point. "Hetz, I wish human girls had something like that." He snickered to himself. Drawing a silver coin, he offered it to Sadie, "Why don't you get us all drinks? I'll take a bottle of Machi rice wine."

She paused, raising an eyebrow towards him, and then looking towards Tsan. "Juice?" She questioned.

Tsan considered the customer, then Sadie. "Whiskey. Neat. I believe there's a bottle of the Elan Reserve '58 open." She looked back to the customer. "If you're buying." Her raised eyebrow made it a challenge.

He laughed. "Measuring my purse already?" He dropped his hand to take a grip of Tsan's pert rear firmly. "Don't worry, you won't find me wanting." Glancing towards Sadie, he nodded. "I'll change to one of those as well."

Sadie, encouraged by the mention of his coin, hastily scrambled to her feet and disappeared in a flash of pink hair towards the bar.

Turning his attention towards Tsan, he offered a grin, "I'm Rizzo Drach, something of a merchant, and I've come into a bit of a windfall. Tell me, what can you offer to relieve me of this oh-so-heavy purse I'm carrying?"

Tsan smirked at him, slipping from his grip and standing before him. She let the robe slip from her shoulders, the fabric pooling around her feet. Giving a slow turn, she let him admire her toned frame, a dancer's build, making up for what she lacked in breasts with an effortless grace that resembled flowing water more than heaving muscle when she twisted. The skimpy black lingerie hiding less than it accented.

"I can do -many- things. Dance, pleasure you, even conversation, if you're so inclined." She offered, stopping when she faced him once more.

He let his gaze linger on her face. It wasn't the perfection of it that struck him, there were a thousand elvish whores with more flawless features, instead it was the imperfections that made her somehow appealing. The way her smile only lifted one side of her mouth, the almost imperceptible scar that ran down her cheek, the way one of her long ears seemed a touch more responsive than the other, the delicate point raised questioningly.