He wasn't ready to see someone already there.

Isaac entered his room at the cabaret sweaty and already a bit tired. The weather had proved warmer than he’d expected, and the walking more strenuous. He’d visited the markets at the Core Roads, visited the alchemy store named The Sneaky Sprite, gone to a library, a normal tavern, and just seen the sights. It was picturesque, but nothing terribly shocking. Living in pages like he had, Isaac was pretty prepared for the sights around him. Nevertheless, he was certainly in need of a bath.

What he wasn’t expecting, as he walked into his room, was to see a mostly-nude, slender woman, pale with long, dark hair. She had four large, feathered wings in shades of beige to rusty-red, tucked loosely back. She wore only black thigh-high socks, sleeves, and a simple, silvery circlet floating around her forehead. She stood about Isaac’s height, if not a bit taller.

“Good,” she said in a faintly Slavic accent, dipping her head. “You’re back in time.” She bowed low. “I’m Vanyariel Tempest, but please just call me Vanya. I am Madam Tempest’s daughter, and the one who has been caring for you.” Her voice was soft, subdued.

Isaac shut the door before Arthus could enter, already feeling the warmth rising in his face.. “Vanya, hi. Your… your mom told me about you and your sister, Rhyn. It’s good to meet you. I-I’m sure you know me, but… formalities.” He walked toward her as she straightened, holding out his hand. “Isaac Wells.”

She took his hand in both of her slender hands and kissed his knuckles. “Master Wells-”

“Please,” Isaac shook his head as she released his hand. “Just call me Isaac.”

She smiled sweetly, head cocking to the side. “Very well, Isaac. Madam Tempest asked me to tend to you before your meeting with her. The bath is filled with warm water. The enchantment will keep it warm and constantly cleaned of filth, but any perfumes will remain for the duration of your bathing.” She stepped back slightly and gestured to the basin. “Whenever you feel ready, please disrobe and enter the bath. I will do whatever you would like to make sure you are comfortable.”

“Uh…” Isaac contemplated, then decided… she’d already seen him. He didn’t need any particular privacy. “Of course. Wouldn’t want to show up dirty.” He nodded and sat on the bed long enough to kick off his boots and socks, then he slipped his shirt over his head. Vanya watched him intently as he, with only a bit of grace, stripped out of his pants. In short order, he was only a little more naked than she was. “I guess I’m ready.”

Vanya, a soft smile still on her lips, looked him up and down. “Madam Tempest made a good choice. You are a handsome man, Isaac.”

Isaac blushed harder than he already was, and started toward the basin. “Thank you, Vanya. You’re quite beautiful, if it’s not too forward.”

Vanya caught Isaac’s chin in her gentle grip as he began to walk past her, stopping him in his tracks. She considered him for a moment, her warm amber eyes searching his face, before she gently kissed him on his stubbled cheek, her lips soft and warm. She held him a few moments longer, a warm expression on her round face. This close, he noticed two small silver crescent moons, one on each side of her face, on the curve of her jaw. She smelled like honey and apples. He also noticed that she was, indeed, about half an inch taller than him.

“I see why Madam Tempest likes you.” Vanya let go of him and settled on the stool next to the basin, collecting a few of the small, ornate glass bottles and a bar of soap. “Handsome, sweet…” She watched Isaac as he carefully clambered into the basin, settling on the flat bottom, the water reaching halfway up his torso. Vanya shifted the stool to sit behind him and leaned closer as she took off her sleeves, her next words whispered into his ear. “Perfect to join us at the cabaret.”

Isaac chuckled good-naturedly even as he felt his fucking ears warm. She was doing something to him that no other girls he’d met so far had done to him. “I appreciate the compliments, but I have friends to get to.”

“Yes, of course,” Vanya said. She set aside her sleeves and picked up one of the cloths. She dipped the cloth in the warm water and began to run it across Isaac’s shoulders and back. “Madam Tempest told me of your relationships. Aoife Conrad, Tyler Jones, Ophelia, Torik, Jade… you are quite an interesting man.” She put a hand on Isaac’s shoulder to hold him steady as she slowly dragged the cloth over his skin. It was soft, clearly quality, like everything else in the cabaret. She worked with practiced ease.

“Your mom knows more than I thought she did. Must’ve been a lengthy conversation with Tyler,” Isaac commented, finding his voice softer. She was very close to him, as close as she could be while sitting out of the basin.

“She is a very powerful and intelligent woman.” Vanya began to reach around Isaac’s head to wipe down his chest. The hand on his shoulder gently squeezed, beginning to massage the sore muscle there. “She knows much. She also knows how you feel about her.” The hand holding the cloth dipped below the water, running down Isaac’s torso to his lower abdomen.

“What- uh, what do you mean by that?” Isaac asked with a gentle laugh.

“Madam Tempest likes human men, and she has yet to try other-worlders. Your fantasies may come true… assuming I have read you correctly.” Vanya said it so matter-of-factly, Isaac almost didn’t catch it. She reached deeper into the water, leaning over Isaac’s shoulder to wipe down Isaac’s legs with the cloth. As she withdrew, she paused, holding the cloth over Isaac’s crotch, before she pulled out of the basin, water running down her arms. “I don’t need to be too thorough beneath the water, the enchanted basin helps clean you,” she explained softly as she set the wet cloth on the edge of the basin.. “Would you prefer I use the bar of soap, or would you rather use it yourself? I don’t mind, but some patrons would rather do it themselves.”

Isaac hesitated. Would he really say no? He was pretty confident that his lovers wouldn’t mind such an intimate scenario, but it was kind of embarrassing. He didn’t know Vanya at all. He could easily do it himself, probably a bit faster, but…

“If you really don’t mind doing it…?” Isaac asked uncertainly, turning so he could see her face and gauge her reaction.

She smirked, those honey-amber eyes narrowed slightly with her smile. “Of course not, Isaac. Give me just a moment. I’ll have to get into the basin with you.” She picked up a towel and used it to dry her hands, then pulled off her thigh-highs, finally leaving her fully nude. She picked up and unwrapped the bar of soap, lathered it in the water, then stepped into the basin. “Please stand.”

Isaac did as he was told and let her turn him around. “So, Vanya, do you… do this often?”

“Only for VIP patrons or friends of Madam Tempest,” she said as she began running the soap across his skin. It wasn’t scented, but it was fairly quality soap - for what little experience Isaac had with bars of soap. “But my services are only ever rendered to the same. Big spenders or people that I can trust, because Madam Tempest trusts them.”

“Do you like working here? Where I come from, your arrangement here would be pretty abnormal.” Isaac didn’t mean anything rude by it, and thankfully she didn’t seem to take it negatively.

“If you mean working as a prostitute - among other things - with my mother as my employer, it might be odd if we were blood related, or if she’d taken me in when I was a child.” Vanya lathered Isaac’s arms and wrapped her own arms around his torso to soap his chest. As her hands moved lower, across his abdomen, she continued. “But I was an adult when she took me in. It’s not strange for us. And yes, I do enjoy my profession. Most clients are very kind, like yourself. Though few are quite so handsome.” Her slender, soap-slick hand slid down his abdomen to lightly caress his cock. The sight of her holding his half-hard length made him twitch, and she chuckled softly.

Vanya worked quickly, soaping him down, then set the bar of soap down somewhere outside the basin. “Okay,” she said, “I need you to sit in the basin again, and make room for me.”

Isaac shrugged and turned around to look at her as he sat. Her chest and arms were soapy, small soap bubbles gently sliding down her modest breasts. Vanya nudged Isaac’s legs apart and knelt in the resulting space. She picked up the wet cloth again and used it first to wash away the soap still on Isaac’s body, then lifted it over her chest to let water cascade between her breasts. She was smirking when Isaac’s eyes flicked back up to her face. She spent a moment washing the soap off her skin, leaving her wet from the neck down, glistening beautifully.

She reached out of the bath and picked up one of the vials, a flat-bottomed one with a pale blue substance inside. “Wet your hair in the bath or with the rag for me. I’m going to use this solution to clean your hair.”

Isaac nodded and leaned over to dunk his head in the water. When he came back up, Vanya was already wiping the water out of his face. She pulled the stopper from the vial and set it aside, then tipped some of the pale blue substance into her palm. She set the vial aside and lathered the liquid in her hands, then reached out to gently comb it through Isaac’s hair with her fingers. Her position gave Isaac a, frankly, fantastic view of her breasts. “Any more questions for me, Isaac Wells? We’re nearing the end of our time together here.”

“I do, actually,” he said, quietly enjoying the feeling of her hands running through his hair. “I’m a stupid human from the new world - how do… angels work, here?”

She laughed, a sound that was bright despite the subdued tone to her voice. She wasn’t laughing mockingly, though. “Angels are divine-blooded. Some time in recent lineage, three or four generations, is a deity or divinity of some kind. In my case, it is Kelena, or the Moon Mother.” She withdrew slightly and pointed at the moons on her cheeks. She washed her hands. “You can rinse that out of your hair whenever you like.”

Isaac did, again dunking his head under the water to wash it out. And, again, as he was coming up, Vanya was wiping the water out of his eyes and off his face with a cloth. “So you’re basically a god’s grandchild?” Isaac asked.

“In a sense, yes, though I’ve never met her. I still just treat her as everyone else does.” Vanya sat back, head tilted slightly. “Alright. I believe you’re all clean now. Anything else you would like before you dry off?”

Isaac raised an eyebrow. Anything else he wanted? What?

Vanya gently shifted side to side, her breasts swaying ever so slightly. She gave him a curious look, one eyebrow slightly raised.

Oh.

“I, uh…” Isaac stalled, eyes flicking between her chest and her eyes.

“Do you want to touch me, Isaac? You’ll want to save your energy for your meeting with Madam Tempest, but I’m here to help and please you. I won’t take offense, nor will I take offense if you would rather not.” She ran her hands up her body, cupping her breasts. “But I figured I would make myself clear.”

Isaac didn’t move for a few seconds, stunned. Isaac carefully reached out a hand, then paused. “I… would like to touch your wings.”

At that, Vanya actually blushed. She stood and spread her wings slightly, the bottom edge of feathers dripping water. “I would prefer that you didn’t, actually. I don’t tend to let patrons touch my wings. I’m sorry.” At Isaac’s confused expression, she clarified. “Most people that pay for time with me don’t want positions where they’d touch my wings. I ride, I use my hands and my mouth, some just pleasure themselves while looking at my body…” She again ran her hands across her torso. “I’m sorry. But you are welcome to touch me anywhere else.”

Isaac stood as well and carefully put his hand on her hip, then kissed her on the cheek. “I would like to get to know you better, Vanya.”

She smiled. “The same to you, Isaac.” She stepped out of the basin and helped him out as well. With a wave of her hand and a small flash of golden light in her palm, the two of them were dried near-instantly. “Your clean clothes are on the vanity, along with some gentle colognes and perfumes if you would like to try them. I will take your dirty clothes to be cleaned and leave you for the moment. Madam Tempest would like to see you whenever you are done in here, but do not rush.”

“Understood, thank you.” Isaac bowed his head slightly. “I haven’t ever been to a brothel like this, who would I contact if I wanted… company?” Isaac’s face burned, but he had a plan - assuming his meeting with Tempest went well.

Vanya smiled. “Any member of staff, including myself or Madam Tempest. But you may be too tired after your meeting with her. Unless, I suppose, you prefer morning sex. And you may request someone to accompany you for meals or simply conversation as well, so long as you remain in the building.”

Isaac nodded. “Okay, thank you so much. I won’t keep you any longer.” He walked to the vanity and assessed the clothes.

Vanya picked up the discarded dirty clothes and walked to the door. “Don’t worry about keeping me, Isaac. I enjoyed this. And, after all, it is my job.” She winked, and was gone.

Isaac sighed, then started to put on the clothes. He pushed that encounter out of his mind, despite the lingering stiffness in his cock. He needed a clear head for his meeting with Tempest - anything else could come later.