A date with Vatarie

You do your best to avoid thinking on the carriage ride, telling yourself that at this point it doesn't matter what second, third or fourth thoughts you have it is too late to do anything short of jumping out of the carriage. You managed to only consider it three times. Once as the carriage rolled past the academy gate, once as it reached the bottom of the hill and once when it turned into the city.

Having no idea what the cities layout is, much less where Vatarie's estate is you've no idea how long the trip will be so you settle in and look out the window. From the direction you are moving north, you think there are three of the eight hills in this direction but you don't think you are moving towards any of them. With the sea to the east of you the falling light from the sun fades fast behind the buildings. As you watch people in blue uniforms appear and walk along the streets taping at metal cages which spark to life producing a pale light. You watch one of them closely and see a wick in the cage. They are igniting candles, though slow burning ones or else they'd be doing this every few hours. Which now you think about it they might be, a city wide nighttime clock of sorts.

People start to gather under the lights and you are surprised to bare witness to the cities nightlife. It is the first day of the week so the nightlife isn't exactly bouncing and you wonder what the nightlife is like, you can hear music through the carriage walls so there are taverns or pub open. You wonder if Vatarie will be taking you to such a place for your date, you doubt it but she is far more likely to do so than anyone else, aside from Lucia that is. You wouldn't mind going to a tavern one night, the music comes from lutes and strings and sounds good.

The ride makes a turn and you see a change in the houses. No longer are they built into single large blocks, now there are small gardens between them and the further you go the large the gardens become until fences begin to block the view. As with the gardens the fences grow larger until you aren't able to see any but the tops of the houses now reaching the full three stories.

This must be the noble quarter. For those of wealth but not of enough importance to have an entire hill to themselves. You are a little surprised the daughter of a Duchess didn't have a place on a hill. Her banishment from her home seemed questionable in if it was a banishment but even still you would have thought appearances would matter. Maybe her family isn't as concerned with appearances in the capital as you would have thought a noble would be.

The carriage slows and make a turn through a gate. As you pass through you see a very sudden shift in the landscaping. On either side of the entry carriage way is red sand. Leaning against the window you see a miniature desert. The fence a redish brown on the inside. The house at the centre the only place with green. Tree of a sort you'd never seen before grow in flank of the carriage way, small rough shrubs grow along the ground and the close to the house you get the more an occasional glimmer of colour breaks through the green and red, tiny desert flowers made to grow in this little oasis.

You remember all the times Vatarie had told you you smelt of her home. You knew she was homesick but seeing this, you felt it. Felt the longing she must feel, the desire so see more than this tiny desert stretching before her.

The carriage turn at the foot of the house and you breathed deeply for a moment. The door opened and, gathering up your toga you stepped out and promptly lost the ability to form words.

Before you stood Vatarie illuminated in bright candle light. Like you she had gotten dressed for the occasion. A gleaming ruby red material that looked like scales clung to her as if it were a second skin. Ruby scales ran up her arm from her mid bicep, leaving the top her shoulders exposed and forming a deep V reaching down between her breasts then opening up again exposing her toned midriff and perfectly sculpted sixpack the side of her abdomen framed by more ruby scales. The scales then coming together at her public region to create a skirt reaching her mid thigh trimmed with golden thread. Her olive skin gleaming as if lit from an internal light matching the candles about her.

You eyes managed to move up from her body to see a shy smile gracing her lips as she brought her own eyes from you.

"Lord Christopher of the Extier Plains." The man who opened the carriage for you announced, rudely breaking the moment you and Vatarie were sharing.

Vatarie straighten her smile into a more formal version. "Christopher." She bowed slightly.

"Vatarie." You responded in kinda.

Vataire offered her hand and you approached to take it. She brought your hand to her lips and kissed it. As she did she look a little confused. She pulled on your arm and since you didn't have any magic naturally reinforcing yourself her soft tug brought you against her.

You were both surprised by the sudden effect of her strength. As she brought her arms up to catch into a hug you saw her eyes dilate. "You let me pull you." She breathed out heavily and you recalled your worry about if you should have sex in your current state. She leaned in and planted a kiss on your lips and for some reason your worry was gone, must be magic.

She suddenly pulled away with the confused expression back. Leaning forwards she took a careful sniff. Then another. Then a deeper one. "You don't smell like home?" You aren't sure if that is good or bad from her tone but that does confirm one thing, you smell is linked to your magic and since you can't use any it's gone.

"I think you've been smelling my magic and since I can't use any magic, guess that means no smell." You try to laugh it off but she is still wrapping you in a hug and taking the occasional sniff.

"So no scent?" As she asked it she a small smile grew on her face. "Guess that means we'll be having dinner before we have sex." As she spoke you figured it out as well, without any addiction smell you do get to find out if she likes you or just your magic. You grow a smile as well then she suddenly shift, hugging you against her side. She lets out another heavy breath at her ability to man handle you. "Maybe." She said with a sultry bite of her lip.

"Ok." You answer surprising yourself with how fine you are at her taking over control.

She partly carries you through the front door the house and into a room on the bottom floor with window looking out over a fountain surrounded by green with the red sand highlighting the background. In the flicking light of candle it is stupidly romantic, like even if she wasn't trying to get into your pants tonight she would be getting into your pants, or well toga.

She sits down and pulls you into her lap taking very clear delight in your weakness. "Mmm. I like your clothes." She says into your ear as she pull at the fabric on your legs lifting it away from you. "Thank you for wearing it for me." She bites your ear and nuzzles your neck for a moment before lifting you off her and setting you down on the lounge beside her hugging your against her.

You aren't sure why she did that for a moment then people appear to your side producing plates and platters, bottles and glasses. Vatarie picks a few options for the both of you and soon enough a table is at your side laden with food and drink. Vatarie leaves her arm around you as you eat. You think that this will be it for a moment then people appear in the garden with instruments. They begin to play softly and more people approached to dance, all of them scantly clad with see through garments.

You never liked dancing as a form of entertainment in your old world but you were coming around to it in this one. Possibly because this more like a sex show without the sex. The dancers would embrace each other with expression of pleasure then separate to form new pairs or groups. You watched with rapt attention to the performance as you ate and drank with Vatarie squeezing you whenever a dancer did something she particularly enjoyed. At some of the positions she would look at you to gauge your interest.