Formally, as Adler Grey

I calm my nerves and speak how I usually do in unfamiliar situations, very formally. It seems like less of an insult to be overly formal than underly formal and with my mission in mind, I played it safe.

I clear my throat and bow lightly in return, “I am Adler Grey. It is a pleasure to meet you, Dalia. And I might already be on that list. I come from The temple of Aphrotitty, just south of the Razorback Mountains.”

Dalia flips through a couple pages on her clipboard before reaching down to her podium and pages through some of those sheets. Her eyes light up in understanding as she reads the page through. I glance down and notice a pencil sketched portrait of me staring back. Whoever runs this city-state dedicated a whole-ass page to me. I couldn’t help but be flattered.

I get a better look at the “receptionist” as she reads through some information, standing behind a short podium that stops just about mid-cooch. my eyes slowly travel up and up her long, tights-clad legs to her heather gray pencil skirt with a slit up the side that goes way too high. Her thin, white dress shirt was barely closed with only a couple of the buttons fastened, beneath a pantsuit jacket that matches her skirt. The lacey black bra underneath it all was plainly visible as was her ample cleavage that formed a soft abyss that I wouldn’t mind dying in. My eyes continued upwards past her alluring neck and soft jawline to her red painted lips, which were curled up on one side in a gentle smirk at first but were now pursed in concentration. She has captivating gray eyes and her auburn hair was tied up in a mostly neat bun on the top and back of her head.

She looks back to me after skimming the page. Dalia has an almost impressed look on her face as she seems to fully see me for the first time. “It is an honor to be the first of the city to meet you, Adler Grey. The paperwork has been cleared and you have been granted the title of Ambassador while you remain in this city. Temporary lodgings have been set up for you while the city prepares the property to gift to you,” she starts.

Holy shit, this is a pretty big deal to them, huh. I should count myself pretty lucky. I took a deep breath and counted my blessings. In these times I am no longer just the son of a laborer, I am a religious ambassador. The first of which Lustidia has ever seen. And if I can play my cards right and complete my mission here, the city will be gifting a plot of land to the temple, sister to the one in my hometown, to be built here.

Dalia gives me a look as if she knows what’s going on in my head. I feel the sympathy in her gaze. She puts up one finger and asks me to wait just a moment, before turning to her right and walking through a small door that leads to the inside of the city wall.

At this point, Dale walks up behind me and simply stands in line, waiting for his turn in the queue. I glance at him over my shoulder, “You all good with your buddies there?” I motion with my head to the left out pair and see their slumped shoulders as they walk away from the barrier, kicking up the dust from the dirt road.

He nods glumly, looking down. “Yeah, it was a…mutual break up. But I think I’m ready to move on.” He looks into my eyes and I nod, acknowledging his determination to keep his head up.

Satisfied that he’ll be okay, I turn back to the podium just as Dalia strides back in with a brief click of the moderate heels that she was wearing. She holds out a silver cuff bracelet towards me and I hold out my hand to take it from her. She gently grasps my hand in her own, and slides the bracelet onto my wrist. It shines briefly and shrinks in diameter to comfortably hug my forearm.

I turn my hand over a handful of times to really inspect it thoroughly. The main band seems to be made of silver and about an inch and a half wide. An intricate design of braided metal snakes its way around the surface until it reaches the seal of Lustidia, housing a diamond cut amethyst with a pleasant purple hue. The inside of the cuff is lined with a soft leather that feels cool against my skin. I touch the gem and feel it hum with power, magical energy seeping into my body.

“This bracelet acts as a conduit for various amenities within the bounds of the city such as accessing the bank where the Lust Essence is stored as well as gathering up the Lust Essence that you generate. Tap the gem once with one figure to bring up a street map of the city. Tap it twice with one finger to bring up my bank balance and to be able to withdraw or deposit funds. Hold two fingers on it for three seconds near someone else who is also doing the same thing and you will be registered in each other’s Favorites List. That allows you to always know each other’s location within the city and pull up their Card to read at any time. Only do this with people that you trust greatly and want to see more of. They will come knocking,” Dalia emphasizes this point with an eyebrow raise and a forward tilt of her head.

Only Favorite people who I want consistent relations with, got it.

She continues, “Tap the gem twice consecutively with two fingers to clean up whatever mess of bodily fluids have been strewn about. And yes, it also takes it just as easily out of clothes and fabric, leaving it as if it was just washed and repairs any rips or tears or other stains as well. It also houses the mental enhancements of the barrier, allowing for an easier transition into the city if you are not used to this kind of magic.” She watches as I pour some of my innate magic into the gem and launch its enhancements fully. “But I see that you are familiar with it,” she says as she raises her eyebrows.

I nod, “Yes, I underwent some training sessions with mages at the temple in preparation for this journey. I am intimately familiar with most of the common mental magics at this point. This one is very deep and interesting though…”

I trail off as the enchantments fully take root in my consciousness and start up. I look at Dalia. Nothing happens. I look at Dalia but…harder? Willing the magic forward I feel a kind of click in my brain and information pours in. In my mind’s eye I can see what looks like a trades license. A bust-up portrait of her is situated in the top left with her body measurements below it. I mentally whistled, damn. Now that’s an hourglass figure. To the right of the portrait are a couple of lists with her name on top as a header. Favorites, likes, dislikes, preferred partner attributes, it was all there just as I was told. I believe this is called a Card.

A quiet ding sounded internally and my own Card popped up in my brain. I don’t know when they got that picture but it’s a pretty flattering angle, so I don’t really mind. It even has my cock size! If I were below average I would be absolutely mortified to be walking around with my dick size written on my metaphorical forehead but my 7” swinger isn’t really anything to be ashamed about. Sometimes I’m even 8 inches on a good day.

I subconsciously smile contentedly and give the rest of my Card a once-over.

Everything on the lists seems to be in order though, so I turn my attention back to Dalia. I now notice that her professionally light smile from earlier has faded and the original smirk was back as she continues to ogle me obviously. It seems that she’s read my card just as thoroughly as I read hers. I feel a slight connection from her mind to mine and some feelings seem to slide through. Approval, acceptance, eagerness.

Her arm lifts from its resting place on the podium and snakes around the back of my neck. Suddenly her face is getting closer and closer until my lips gently touch hers. They’re soft and warm and my eyes widen in surprise, seeing her own gray eyes staring back at me until she closes them in bliss. I follow suit and my world is now just her red lips and the back of my eyelids. She lets out a soft breathy moan and warm air is expelled from her nose onto my face.

She lets go of my neck and our lips part with the gentle smack of a chaste but deep kiss. She straightens back up from leaning over her podium and you’re rewarded with a genuine smile on her face. It reaches her eyes, crinkling the corners of them, and I see a glint of mischievous energy hiding just below the surface.

“Well, Mister Adler Grey, it seems that you are all set with everything. There is a room reserved for you in the Fugly Duckling just down this main street, you can’t miss it. And please let me know if there is anything else I can help with at any time, okay?” The tone of her voice and intense bedroom eyes leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination as to just how far her ‘anything’ goes. “Tell the owner I said ‘Hello’ and that I’ll be stopping by in the evening for a meal.”

This is gonna be a fantastic night, I can be sure of that. And it’s barely past noon right now. I give her a nervous, but genuine, smile and go to step around her to enter the city when something on her card in my mind’s eye catches my attention. On top of all different manners of free use specific kink there’s: ‘Use while working’.

Could this wait until later tonight? After all, I have a whole city to explore. But I could absolutely just go for a quick round now, right? What’s the harm?