...they have breakfast with Dom

"Rise and shine! Come on, sleepy!" Teysa groaned and rolled over, pulling the blanket over her head. "Go 'way, Li. Whatim izzit?"

Aliara shook her again. "Come on! You can't wait for the sun to come up, you're gonna be there a while if you do. Come on, Dom's making breakfast."

Teysa swung her legs out over the bed. Aliara was already wearing her new outfit, minus the cloak. The tight leather vest could barely contain her breasts, which threatened to overspill at any moment. Teysa was shocked. "Li! Are you gonna go out like that?"
The half-elf laughed. "What are you, my mom?" She clapped her hands over her mouth. "No, you're jealous! I can't believe it! Tey, are you jealous?"
Teysa could feel her face turning red. "No! No! It's just... it's... well, it's not subtle, is it? I thought we were trying to blend in."
Aliara rolled her eyes. "This is blending in. Were you watching the crowds on the way in? If you're not showing half your rack they'll think you're a nun or something. Come on, put yours on."

Teysa tried valiantly. She struggled with the leather vest for ten minutes before giving up. "Li, I don't think I can wear this. I can't get it around my boobs! Plus every time I squeeze them I make a mess." The front of her cotton tunic had two spreading stains. "Can't I just wear my armor?"

"No, you can't wear your armor. Here, let me give you a hand. You just need to drain off some pressure."
Before Teysa could say anything, Aliara was in front of her, flipping up her shirt and cupping her breasts. She rolled Teysa's nipples with her thumbs. "Ooooh, yeah. Looks like I got here just in time."
Teysa gasped and bit her lip. The feeling of the other woman's hands on her nipples was intense. "Li, is this-"

Without waiting for her to finish, the half-elf swooped in with her head and latched on to Teysa's left breast. She began to suck as her right hand kneaded Teysa's right teat, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. Teysa watched with alarm as a stream of milk jetted from her right nipple to splash on the floor. She gasped at the sensation. "Li, wait!"
Aliara wasn't listening. Her cheeks sucked in as she drank greedily from Teysa's milk-swollen udder. The paladin had to admit that the engorged feeling was already abating a little. She sighed and ran a hand through the other woman's hair.

The half-elf fell into a pattern; she'd suck in a deep gulp from Teysa's left breast while squeezing out a long stream from her right, then relax both hand and mouth to let the paladin recover. Then she'd repeat. With each stream, Teysa sighed in satisfaction. Having her milk drained felt like scratching an itch she couldn't normally hit. Her nipples felt raw and sore, but the feeling of Aliara's tongue flicking in a circle was heavenly. She could feel her milk flowing out, and the thought that it was feeding and nurturing her lover was surprisingly comforting.

After what seemed like ages Aliara slowed and stopped the pressure. She rose to look Teysa in the face, then smiled and, wordlessly, leaned into a deep kiss. Teysa closed her eyes as she felt the half-elf's mouth lock on to hers. She tasted a deep, rich, warm flavor which she supposed was her own milk. Aliara's tongue explored her mouth and for a moment she lost herself to the kiss, enjoying the feeling of closeness.

The moment passed. Aliara pulled away, her face all business but for a twinkle in her eye. "Well, that should help. Come on, we've got a breakfast to go to." She helped pull the vest tight. As she had feared, Teysa's tits almost spilled out, but somehow the creaking leather held them in place. Walking carefully to avoid any accidents she followed her friend to the common room.

At this hour it was full of diners eating alone or in groups. Dom was clearing a booth in the corner. When he saw them he smiled and waved. "Come on! Cook laid it on special for you."

The booth consisted of a pair of stone slabs and a wide table, this one surprisingly made of wood. Dom knocked it with his fast as they sat. "Lucky, huh? Don't ask what it cost. Getting wood down here is a pain in the ass. Here, I took the liberty." He whistled and a short, frazzled-looking drow woman dropped off three plates piled with a bluish goo and three ales. "Scrambled eggs."

He saw their expressions. "Geez, no! I'm not an animal. They're cavefish eggs. Very good. Good for you, too." He speared a mouthful on his fork and chewed expressively.

Teysa prodded the eggs with her fork. Aliara nibbled a bite and chewed thoughtfully. Well, she doesn't seem to hate them, at least. Teysa took an experimental bite. The eggs were a little rubbery but surprisingly flavorful, and soon she was digging in.

"So, whaff briah you t' ahh fahhh 'ity?" asked Dom through a mouthful of eggs. He paused, held up a finger, and swallowed. "Sorry, rude. What brings you to our fair city?"
"We're looking for a missing person," replied Aliara. "A friend of ours, actually. Part of a caravan."
Dom frowned. "When was she last seen?"
Teysa shrugged. "They entered the Temple precinct, apparently. That's where we lost track of them."

"Maybe the Mourner got 'em!" The voice came from somewhere to Teysa's left. She turned. A stooped, one-eyed drow was sitting at the bar staring at them. His hair was patchy and filthy and he smelled like a brewery. Dom scowled. "This is a private conversation, Vek. Pike off, you old drunk, before I bar you."

"Look out!" cackled the old drow. "Mourner will get you too, outsiders, if you're not careful?" Dom cursed and snapped his fingers. The drow serving girl bustled out of the crowd with a broom and shooed the old man. "Get out! Go on! If you're not buying, you're on the street, you old bum!" She turned and apologized. "Sorry, sir. Ma'ams. Was he bothering you? Old Vek's a harmless drunk, I promise."

Aliara looked lost in thought. "Who's the Mourner?"
"Don't listen to Vek," replied Dom, "Kiz is right. He doesn't mean any harm but his brain's just about pickled in booze by now. The Mourner's like... the boogeyman. Anyone goes missing, anything breaks, anyone turns up dead, drunks and crazies blame him."
"Why do they call him that?" asked Teysa.

"Who knows? Urban legend says that you can hear him crying sometimes. Just after someone dies, they say." He smiled nervously. "You haven't heard anything like that, huh? No crying? Anyways, there's about a million things that might have happened to your friend, and an imaginary serial killer is pretty near the bottom of the list. Especially if they were wandering near the Temple. Stay away from there unless you are very, very sure of what you're doing. The guards love to harass surface dwellers without papers. Sometimes the people they bother just... don't come back."

"You could check out the market. If they were part of a caravan, someone there traded with them. Or you could see if they registered with the Gatewatchers. That's the organization that guards the wall. Just stay away from the Temple Precinct. You do not want to get any closer to the Basilica than you have to."