Greet a returning resident.

Later, you walk away from your illustrious throne and down the carpet cutting through the center of the room. Though as you do, the set of doors slowly open. You aren't expecting anybody, nor did you give your people permission to allow in a guest, so you turn your attention immediately towards the opening crack between them as a figure slowly appears. Your caution soon wanes. It isn't a threat in the slightest, but a valuable ally that hasn't been home in some time.

She stands looking quiet alien to some, but absolutely gorgeous to all. Her skin is tanned, much like the sunheart Shala, but she actually has a third eye present on her forehead. All three are an illustrious blue, and around to the sides of her head is a set of pointed, elf-like ears--pierced with a set of three rings each. Folded neatly over her arm is a robe she was previously wearing--something to mask her identity from the curious public, as she does tend to stand out. She has blue hair, but it's so pale that it's nearly white, and it curls down to her shoulders in a manner almost like a magical, wispy cloud. She's garbed in a top more like a deep emerald bikini, though the center is clipped shut by a silver moon. It's barely on as well. It looks like that little moon is straining against her huge, perky bosom. Loose, translucent fabric adorns her wrists up to her forearms, which fade from green to white, and it's held to her skin by silver bands. Her bottoms resemble a bikini too, but hanging from those are nearly-transparent pant legs which don't even begin until her thighs, which also fade from green to white. She wears silver shoes that curl up at the toes.

She extrudes an aura of maturity--the way she speaks, the confident manner in which she steps, her hips sashaying left and right. You don't know how old she actually is, though her face shows wisdom, as do her words. This woman is a jinn. Such a thing is extremely rare to behold. They hail from the Oraang Desert and some are ancient beings. Legends say they collect great treasures, which unfortunately paint them as targets for hunters. They truly do possess the ability to hoard items within a personal pocket dimension, so if one can slay a jinn, one may be granted quite the reward when they perish. This is why she has the robe.

As the doors shut, her beautiful hair flows aside like a pale wave. She looks to you--an image so whimsical, so mystical. You feel honoured to have a jinn as your ally, and she's been with you for some time.

"Phaedra," you speak upon seeing her patiently wait. "It's good to see you again."

"You honour me, Lord Efrin," she replies. With an arm over her bust, she bows politely. She remains in this position, her all three of her eyes glance upwards. "I come bearing treasures from afar as always, though my feet are weary. I would like to rest for awhile."

"There's always a place for you at Raffermir, Phaedra. You know that."

She brings herself back up again. "You are a kind man."

The noise of shifting metal rings in from nearby. Through a side door comes Janlanna Elerem, the noble templar of Varat. While she doesn't appear disgruntled, she looks towards you and Phaedra with suspicion. She claimed her duty here was to make certain you weren't a threat, but you were able to tell even at the time that whether she admits it to herself or not, she also wants to reflect on herself. Still, that doesn't change who she is as a person, and she still seeks justice and the safety of the people.

"And who is this, may I ask?" she speaks.

"You are new I see," the jinn responds. "I am Phaedra. It is a pleasure to meet you."

She's checking her out. I don't need my special talent to see where her eyes are going. It isn't just her chest. She's looking over her flat navel, and her legs. I wonder how often she's even interacted with anyone from the Oraang Desert. Though, I'm sure she hasn't spoken to a jinn. Most people haven't.

"Dame Janlanna Elerem," is all the elf replies with.

"She's a holy knight. I've allowed her stay for the time being," you chime in.

You're not sure how she does it, but you can tell that Phaedra is already realizing what's going on without any further words exchanged. She stares into your eyes for a lengthy moment before smiling, and then she turns her triple gaze to the elf as she gently brushes a hand back through her pale hair--back over her long, pointed ear.

"That sounds most impressive," she says. Her words sound so sweet, like sugar in Janlanna's ears. "Noble and kind. I am sure you will not find any true evil within these walls, but I suppose some have different definitions than others. Raffermir is a home for many, and not just a house."

"I have been told," she responds under her breath. "But that is to be seen!"

Phaedra looks back to you. "I know I said I wished for rest, but I have another idea now, Lord Efrin. Please, allow me to offer my services." Then once again, she looks to the templar. "You see, I am an expert masseuse. I guarantee with a boastful confident that nobody within these walls will perform a better massage than I. Certainly there are succubi and incubi here, though that is hardly the same. My fingers work wonders without the erotic power of demons. You look stressed, Ms. Elerem. Weary and tired. Surely there is no harm in this, because I believe you deserve to spoil yourself. Do not allow anybody to work you to the bone. Lord Efrin does not ask that of us, for example."

You nod. "Wonderful idea, Phaedra. I believe I could use one as well. Come, Ms. Elerem. Please. I may be called Demon King by many, but this is my home, and you're my guest. Don't you think that if I wanted you killed, it would have been long since attempted?"

Janlanna, suddenly barraged by both you and Phaedra with this request, swallows hard. It looks for a moment like she's going to start sweating with how hard the cogs in her brain are turning. She finally takes a deep breath and then nods. "I... I have never had a massage."

"Oh my sweet darling," Phaedra immediately cuts in. "That will not do. As a lovely maiden, you deserve to be pampered, even if you must take it upon yourself." As she speaks, she approaches her directly and takes a firm hold of her hand. "Come..."

I'm sure she will.