Gossip and braids

“I know of him. I think I’ve met his representative – Dunethazi, I think,” The elf pondered, looking expectantly at Miri for confirmation.

“I don’t know about that… he just took me under his wing last week. I’ve only met the people at this inn,” Miri said apologetically.

“Oh. Huh,” the elf looked a little more closely at the Miri. “Can I braid hair? Your hair looked like a mess last night before you washed it.”

“Fuck. Yes!” Miri practically shouted, the elf wincing at the sudden volume change.

The two got up and found the proper tools, and Miri sat down at the vanity, Alvinia behind her.

“I love your hair, it’s so luscious,” Alvinia gushed, combing out the brunette locks. Though Miri had washed her hair less than a scant day ago, the humidity and bedhead had played havoc.

“Thank you,” Miri smiled. She teased, “So, do you normally seduce strange girls at bathhouses and make them question their sexuality?”

The elf maiden giggled, “No. Ok, maybe sometimes. But you were special. I wasn’t actually looking for someone, not before a job, but you changed my mind.”

They giggled. Miri winced as Alvinia yanked on her hair, beginning the process to shape it. Studying her hairdresser in the mirror, Miri noticed an odd bruise on Alvinia’s otherwise flawless hip. She pointed at the bruise and gasped, “Did we do that?”

“No… the job last night was… messy,” Alvinia sheepishly responded.

“Oh, now you have to tell me what you did last night,” Miri demanded, hands on her own hips. The movement jiggled her prodigious boobs. Following the bouncing nipples, Alvinia nearly drooled.

“I won’t tell you. Just please know I tried my best to be safe,” Alvinia sighed. She pulled a little hard on a new-formed braid, then changed the subject, “Where are you from? I don’t recognize your accent.”

“Arizona,” Miri said. She blinked twice as the realization hit her, and she covered her mouth, turning up to look at Alvinia doe eyed.

“Huh. I’ve never heard of this Ar-I-Zo-Na,” Alvinia frowned. “Is that a town?”

“Uh. It’s a State,” Miri squeaked.

The elf looked the girl in the eye and noted the fear there, “is it a secret?”

“No.”

“Then why are you being so weird?” Alvinia asked.

“It’s complicated,” Miri shrunk.

“Hmm. As complicated a woman only having one dress and clothes that are otherworldly,” the elf accused.

“Uh. They’re fashionable where I come from,” Miri defended.

“Look, I don’t mean to pry, but there’s something off about this Miri. If you want, I’ll drop the issue and never bring it up, but I want to look out for you,” Alvinia said honestly.

After a moment where the only movement was Alvinia finishing up the braid, Miri suddenly announced, “I am from another dimension called Earth. I’m trapped until I earn the equivalent of 1,000,000 gold.”

The elf was quiet for a moment, then she sympathetically said, “Damn. That’s rough girl. You got a plan?”

“Yea. It’s not a good one, but it’s something.”

“Oh? Maybe I can help,” The elf offered to help. She held up a mirror for Miri to look at her new hair-style.

“Oh my God. My hair looks so beautiful!” Miri squealed. Her elven companion had braided her hair into a loose french braid; in the front, her luscious curly hair was further emphasized by a loose chignon style allowing a lock of hair on either side of her head to fall down her brow, framing her face. Alvinia had found the middle split and worked from there, emphasizing Miri’s natural symmetry. In the pack, a single heavy braid fell down Miri’s neck, keeping it from poofing in the humidity while drawing attention to the naked girl's delicate nape.

“Thank you.”