The courteous visit

Simon von Altenburg was not exactly handsome. He was moderately tall, but quite skinny, with a slightly effeminate face, but confident walk and deep rich voice.

“Greetings, Lady Aeriella. Welcome to my humble thresholds. What do I owe this pleasure?”

“I met with a trader to buy some ingredients. Then since I was nearby I decided to pay you a short courteous visit. We don’t meet too often, do we?”

“Not often enough to fully admire your beauty.”

“Thank you.”

“Please, let me offer you wine and dine. These are the things that can be delivered at short notice.”

The supper was light, as warm summer triggered thirst rather than hunger; good, but also light wine was aplenty. The two left the table to continue the conversation in more comfortable furniture, Aeriella sat on the couch, while Simon used an armchair. The elf deliberately let her dress slide just enough to reveal one of her long pantyhose covered legs. Her host managed not to look, although the elf noticed few quick glimpses at her cleavage that Simon must have thought were discrete enough.

“I don’t travel much” lied Aeriella “I would’ve never thought that riding in a carriage could be so exhausting.”

“Yes, sitting in one position for longer periods of time can be uncomfortable. But feel at ease, I pick my furniture for comfort as much as for esthetics.”

“Thank you. I didn’t want to be rude and just lie down in your company.”

“Nothing rude in that. A meal, company and a place to rest is the least I can deliver to my guests, especially ones as esteemed.”

“You’re too kind” said the sorceress as she lifted her legs onto the couch.

This time she let the dress slip all the way and expose her whole legs, she fixed it quickly, but it slid again, revealing only one leg. This time Simon’s will was not strong enough, he shot another glimpse and Aeriella again pretended that she did not notice.

They kept chatting for a short while. The elf’s dress kept slipping and she kept fixing it, always supposedly unwittingly and each time not in a lasting fashion. Simon was getting worse and worse at hiding his glimpses, but Aeriella was getting better at not noticing them.

“Miss Aeriella” the sorceress did not correct him that she had just recently gotten married “if I may be so forward, I could propose an even more effective way of relaxing than a comfortable couch. What would You say to a foot massage?”

“I’d love it! But wouldn’t dare asking you for it.”

“No need to ask, I’m offering it myself. And forgive me my lack of modesty, but I have to point out that I’m quite proficient at massage in general and foot one specifically.”

“Thank you very much! My feet definitely need some care and attention.”