A fit half-elf, and just about to go meet a new client

Dostor scrutinized the mirror image of his lean naked body, allowing himself a moment of self-worship as he noted how the firm fibre of his muscles flexed under his dark skin.

His rich caramel complexion and jet-black hair was the result of his mixed heritage, being the son of a black woman and a white man. His ears were slightly more pointed than the average human’s, hinting of the Elven blood that his father had passed on to him.

Being of half-elf heritage induced Dostor to have a lasting youthful appearance; he doubted that he would be looking much older twenty years from now.
But enough of this, Dostor thought, it was time to get on with his quite peculiar line of work.

He had only been in Viera for three days, and had just made contact with an old “friend” of his, who was currently supplying the high and mighty of the city with diverse entertainments, primarily different aphrodisiacs.
After Dostor promised his friend a small cut of his provisions, the friend made contact with one of the finest and most ravenous of the city’s women.

Applying different oils and potions on his skin to make his hairless body gleam, Dostor then dressed himself up in one of his finer outfits, it was always important to give a new client a good first impression.

Content that he looked as good as he possible could, Dostor left his suite and headed down through the extravagant inn at which he was staying, he was already the subject of quite a good deal of rumours amongst the other guests; who were almost exclusively either high-profile merchants or accomplished adventurers.

When Dostor reached the lobby, a smart elderly gentleman took notice of him and approached him.
“Master Dostor?” The elderly gentleman, with his exquisite servant’s outfit and large silvery whiskers, asked Dostor.
“Yes, that is I.” Dostor replied.
“My mistress sent me to collect you, there is a carriage waiting outside.” The man’s voice was as worthy as his appearance.

Following the man outside into the well-kept and orderly street of one of Viera’s finer neighbourhoods, Dostor took place along with the servant in a beautiful carriage.

Looking out through the side-window as the carriage slowly rolled through the streets of Viera, Dostor found himself becoming bored with the repetitive sight of strolling noblemen and women, sleepy guards in well-polished armour and the one grandiose façade after the other. The gentleman next to him apparently saw no need of trying to engage in conversation, Dostor supposed that this was due to him “knowing his place” and not wishing to pester the associates of his mistress. As monotone as the slow journey was becoming, Dostor wouldn’t have mind a bit of pestering

After a long time of more of the same, Dostor was relieved to find that the carriage was slowing down to halt in front of a building.

Even with the building being located in the absolute top neighbourhood of the Vieran upper class, it stood out as an unusually awe-striking building, not merely being another symbol of standard wealth and power.

Stepping out of the carriage, the servant behind him, Dostor felt his body tingle; he was eager to meet this new client of his.