It hadn't been too difficult a journey. Things, in fact, had gone swimmingly by any standards. She had been attacked once in the month long trip and had managed to both run away and conjure a spirit defend her until she was far enough away. Her schooling was paying off, and she was remembering things she had long ago blocked out that she needed the time to herself. The trip had been relaxing, a good chance to not think and just unwind. It was nice, but she was ready for civilization. She hadn't realized just how social she had become while living at the school, but she had. Even just seeing others was comforting, a sensation she had seldom had previous to the present. Not that it mattered.
Avye had made it into the city by nightfall which was just fine with her. Slipping quietly into a tavern, she took a seat in an empty booth, playing with the flame of the candle. Her traditional pet chicken was living in Ciardha with a servant who promised that she wouldn't let the chicken become someone's dinner. The dog hadn't abandoned her, but he was becoming a less frequent haunt which was nice. Avye hoped one day he would be gone altogether. After playing with the warm wax for a few minutes, the necromancer stood up and went to the bar. Normally, she didn't drink, but she had developed some new and interesting habits these past months. Asking for something hard, anything that would burn, she took her glass and headed back to her spot. It was clear that she was a loner who enjoyed auditory and visual contact with the living.
It was as if she was possessed, somewhere between the land of the dead and the land of the living. A dark traveler's cloak kept her body warm and relatively hidden. Her black hair had been pulled from her face but tied only loosely at the nape of her neck. She looked like a traveler, someone accustomed to coming and going. Somewhat familiar with the territory, she wasn't nearly as nervous or uncertain as most young females traveling alone. It worked to her advantage. She was just uncertain enough that if she needed to, the damsel in distress or the femme fatal worked for her. But, she wasn't too uncertain that she would all too easily be taken advantage of. Her only problem: she trusted too easily.
Lynnie walked into the room and smiled to herself. Looks like a full house. I could find some fun in here thats for sure She thinks to herself as she walks toward the bar. Her tail swaying behind her in rhythm to her hips. Tonight she wore a skin tight gown that had a slit up the back, room enough for her tail to hang out at the bottom. Her breast were pushed high almost falling out of the top of the low cut front. Once she reached the bar she leans a hip against it and smiles at the men that turn their heads in her direction.
Not many had seen an anthro before especially one in her profession. In Lynn's case it had been her father that was the anthro and her mother a human. Needless to say she took her father's looks but her mother's profession but growing up where she had it was an easy way to live. Looking at the man closet to her she winks an icy blue eye at him. "Hey there handsome how bout buying a girl a drink?" She says in a voice dripping with honey and licks her lips for added effect.
The man looks her up and down smiles with male satisfaction. "Whatever you like little lady I would be more then happy to pay for."
Lynn smiles at him "Thank you, sir. You sure know how to make a girl feel welcome." Turning to the bar keep she orders a white wine. Once the glass sets on the bar she picks it up and sips it. Turning to the man she asks softly "How bout you and I go sit in a booth and get to know eachother alittle better." Her voice low and seductive. Turning to the room again she makes her way to a booth not far from the girl who had just come in before her. Sitting she sets her glass on the table and waits for the man to join her.
The new comer to the room was clearly relatively new. Or a regular attraction depending on how a person would interpret the looks she was getting from the guys. Needless to say, the snow-leopard woman caught Avye's attention. She thought the woman to be a demoness, not unlike the two demonic families she had been raised under for some time. She seemed to know a man in the tavern, for she went right to him and began talking to him. Sheltered was a slight experience. Avye had never seen a prostitute before, and it had been years since she had seen a demon.
She watched as the female sauntered to a table, waiting for the man. Avye shifted in her seat to watch, drawing one leg up on the booth so that she could prop her chin on it, pretending to be engrossed in her liquor while subtly watching the snowy woman through the veil of her raven black hair. Whenever the woman shifted, Avye's onyx eyes discretely found something else to watch so as not to offend, but they would gradually wander back to the woman she supposed was a demon. The bear demons she had lived with were very generic, same with the wolf woman. This woman was so much more humanistic while remaining so much more animalistic. It was intriguing.
Avye didn't say anything, chewing her lower lip and sucking on the ice in the whiskey. Her curiosity so often got the best of her, and now was no exception to the rule. The way this woman behaved was strange. It wasn't like anyone else. It was provocative and sensual which was strange in and of itself. Sensuality didn't show up very often in her world. She thought, perhaps, the man to be the woman's mate, but she didn't know the culture of the town well enough to truly judge.
As the man slides in next to her his hand slides up her thigh. Lynn purrs softly as his hand raises higher on her warm fur. "I like a man who knows just what he wants." Her tail twitching beside her.
He smiles and continues to caress the soft fur of her thigh "Honey, I don't think I have ever been with a girl as interesting as yourself."
"Trust me lover, they don't make many like me." She snuggles closer to him and looks around the room. It was true she didn't have to take the first one of the evening but even if she did it didn't mean she couldn't come back for seconds. There were many in here to choose from. Turning her attention back to the man at her side she smiles sweetly and takes a sip of her wine. She lets him lean up an whisper into her ear all the wickedly delicious things he would like her to do this evening. Her ear twitches as his breath hits it. "Mmmmm...those all sound wonderful. But I have only just arrived and you would want me to leave so soon. We have all night why just enjoy our drinks for av while then find a room at the Inn and we can explore those more fully." She says with a purr in her voice.
The necromancer's ears twitched slightly as she listened to what the woman was saying. She could hardly follow what the man was saying, but if his tone of voice indicated anything, she didn't really need to pay much attention. She was confused. They didn't know each other yet they were so very intimate with each other between their touching and the vernacular they were using. She returned her focus on her drink. The two lovers were too confusing and were giving her a headache.
Finishing her drink, she made her way back to the bar counter, eyes downcast. She received a flirtatious smile from the bar tender who had noticed her fascination with the snow leopard. Avye smiled back to the fuller woman. Traveling kept Avye thin and lean, sometimes underweight. Perhaps she ought to get a job at a bar, stay in one place for a little while. Staying at the school had been nice, but she had an urge to travel, to move all around. The school had been very permanent, she needed something less permanent. Perhaps bar tending. But, not here. In the next city over.
The glass she received was on the house. Whiskey was a blessing, it burned her throat perfectly, and she knew it wouldn't leave enough of a hang over for her to delay leaving in the morning. "You like her?" the bar tender asked, nodding her head to the busy snow leopard.
Avye shrugged. "I don't even know her," Avye answered, "I just haven't seen a demon in years, and one living in a city..."
The woman laughed. "She's not a demon. She's an anthro-- a human-animal hybrid." Avye stared, confused. "But, you don't have to know her to like her. She's quite the creature. Men love her, but I've seen her take a few women depending on the night."
Shaking her head, Avye's confusion rose. "I don't understand. How can a human and an animal-- I mean, is it magic?"
"You're not from around here, are you?" the keep asked, laughing. "How doesn't matter. What matters is that she's a beauty, and she certainly knows how to use it."
Avye shrugged. "She's pretty, but, like I said, I don't know her." She took a sip of the whiskey, trying not to pay attention, but between what the keep had been saying and what she had overheard at the table, there was a lot of thought racing through her mind. She was still extremely confused, but she didn't let on.
Lynn finishes her wine and looks at the man smiling sweetly she says. "How about getting me another one, lover then we can get out of here and find a nice quite place to have some fun." As the man gets up she scans the tavern again. She was feeling particularly frisky tonight maybe she could find somebody to join her and the man. She hadn't had two at a time in awhile. With her new idea she continues to look around the tavern. Her blue eyes land on the woman that had been sitting at the table near hers. Lynn smiles Now she could be fun. She looks young but that has never stopped me before. Meeting the young woman's eyes Lynn winks and smiles. Now how to entice her to join us.
Her smile widens as she inclines her head in silent invitation for her to join them at the table. When her companion rejoins her she whispers in his ear about the other woman. A smile comes across his face and Lynn knows that he wouldn't mind it one bit. Now just to get the second party interested in it as well.
Avye watched the snowy woman as the man left to get another drink under her half closed lids as she played with the whiskey glass. She caught the woman's eyes and offered a soft smile. When she received a flirtatious one in return, her own became a little more bold. She was young, yes. Young enough to be confused by her sexuality, to not know if she wanted men or women. It was a particular situation that she didn't think the leopard woman or the man realized they would be walking into especially considering Avye's distinct lack of experience in the sexual nature. Virginal was an understatement.
Curiously, she looked to the woman, hesitating at the invitation. She had figured that the two were lovers of some kind. That one was a whore, for lack of a better term but one Avye used in a respectful and gentle manner, and the other was not, she did not recognize which would be which. For all she knew, the man could have been. Once the man returned though, smiling softly at the woman's whispers, she figured her joining the table was okay between both parties. The bar tender leaned over the bar, telling Avye to join them. Quietly, she slipped from the bar and glided over to the table. Horrible that she was curious? Probably not. She was past the age where curiosity began, and past the age where most were experienced in the relational world.
She smiled in a lightly flirtatious manner to both parties, her eyes looking up at the man from under her lids. She was far from professional, as the woman was. In fact, it was clear she was very undereducated in the realm she had just walked in to.
Lynn smiles softly at the young woman. "Hello, my name in Lynn." She says with a purr in her voice as she holds out her paw for her to shake. "Whats your name sweetie." She asks as her eyes travel down the woman's body and her smile widens. "My friend and I thought you might want to join us over in my room at the Inn." Lynn wasn't shy when it came to business. And usually it didn't take long for her to come right out and say what she wanted.
The man sitting next to her blushed. You could till this was a first for him but he was already turned on just from the thought of these two women together. His hand found its way back to Lynn's thigh. "I am Wesley 'tis a pleasure to meet you miss." He says in a husky voice.
"Avye," the necromancer answered, taking Lynn's paw in her own hand, kissing it lightly. She might have been a working woman, but Lynn was a woman all the same, and Kale had taught her to be androgynous in some respects. After all, she was a traveler, and there were many cultures she had to adapt to with all of their traditions. It was, she had learned, easiest to take on a more masculine stature. As a solo female traveler, she was sometimes viewed as having masculine traits anyway. It was just the stereotype that went along with it. The ability to survive and defend oneself, even if that defense involved calling up the dead.
Upon hearing both speak, Avye knew without a doubt who was the business side of the duo. "Pleasure," she murmured to the man, watching his hand snake to Lynn's thigh. She would be lying if she said her stomach wasn't in a slight knot, but her curiosity tended to get the better of her, and when curiosity made her bite the inside of her lip, she usually knew it would be an adventure. Whether or not it would be a good or bad one, she did not know.
Looking at Lynn, Avye softly smiled. "I can't say I've ever," she trailed off looking a little shy and unsure of how to end that. Been with a woman? Been with a man? Been with both at the same time? All of the above? Yes, she was a little awkward, a little shy. She knew the name of the game but nothing about the rules. However, she had the feeling she would learn tonight, and she almost figured it was about time she did.
Lynn smiles softly. "Not to worry hun, I will take good care of both of you. We will take it slow. We have all night if you both prefer." With that said she finishes her second glass of wine and looks to them both. "Well shall we begin the evening and get more comfortable?" Asks softly before leaning over and softly kissing Avye's lips. A smile forms on her lips. Looking at the male she nods and waits for him to move out of the booth. "Come, love let me show you the way." She says softly before kissing her again and sliding out of the booth.
Standing she begins walking toward the door. Standing just outside she waits for her companions to join her.
Wesley looks at Avye and smiles. "I have heard she is good. To tell you the truth this is my first time ever beening with two women at one time so I guess she has something to teach us both." He says before following Lynn outside.
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