savio (savio) wrote in thedas, @ 2010-02-28 09:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! thread, & 9:45 (5) molioris, @ lalin adain, @ savio corleoni |
Who: Savio, Lalin Adain
NPCs: Merchant Hag
Where: Outside of Amaranthine, Inside of the Keep
When: Three days after the Joining.
Summary: Savio, after earning another discount on fine spirits, meets with a pleasant distraction from whereever he was planning to go in the form of Lalin.
Rating: EHH for Elven Honey Hams and RC for Really Creepy.
"Thank you for the drink. As usual, your kindness of your discount is most appreciated," Savio admits as he holds the almost holy bottle of fruit liquor in both hands.
"Of course, Savio... Anything for such a pretty face. Though, have you given thought to my offer? A handsome elf like yourself deserves to have more respect than you get. Let my taste your elven candy and lick my way to your honey center," comes the cracked reply, the voice seemingly permanently hoarse and seemingly always coarse.
Despite the suggestion by the woman old enough to be his mother (even in elven years), Savio offers the wrinkled woman a large smile and a kind tone. "While that is a tempting thing indeed, my fair merchant, I am afraid that I am too busy these days to enjoy a night of unbridled passion. Perhaps another time when things far better for these lands." And with that, Savio turns to go. However, a loud call almost makes him cringe.
"Then at least let me smack 'em before you go! Every day, your firm backside tempt me as you walk away. It ain't right! Just once... Please."
Maybe it was the 'please'. Or it could be that Savio enjoys the attention, as wrong it is. Maybe Savio respects his elders, even when they are really perverted. Maybe he really wants to keep saving money on the expensive booze now that his funds are limited. Whatever the cause, he walks back toward the merchant and turns around. Wearing a facial expression similar to one he had when waiting for his execution for his failed assassination, Savio has a few moments of silence before he hears and feels the firm force against one of his buttocks, tearing through the leather armor with surprising efficiency. The noise draws the attention of other merchants and shoppers in the area... And only Savio's training can keep him from turning beat red. "Have a nice day."
"You too with your sweet Elven Honey Hams!" the woman calls back.
"I do not think it possible to achieve enough glory and honor to replace the shame these lands have brought me," Savio mutters as he makes his way into the main courtyard of the castle. With the booze still in hand, Savio glancing around with a tired sigh, trying to figure out what his original plan was before the merchant woman flustered him so.