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The chambermaid shows Olian how to place the brickets in the heating basin of the tub (a chamber seperate from the bathing chamber that holds some of the water), keeping the temperature as hot or as cool as he likes for as long as he likes. She asks if he required anything else for now. *make a Sense Motive in your response, Olian. If you do not have specific tastes in clothes she will make the above outfit to fit you exactly.* Haggy reports immediately that she can determine little else from the corpse as it has been consumed in the fiery wrath of Apollo's judgement. She declares that he had broken his arm once, many years ago, but that is all. She suggests, based on his mundane gear, that she believes him to have been the same Toko who joined the E on the road between Draminton and Bastion, just after Fermish, his father, joined up. *Eindric's meeting with the Gov goes as planned, as per the other thread. When he finishes, there is about an hour and a half to two hours remaining before the captain's dinner was scheduled. Does Ein or Teny do anything with that time?* *Can you type this key: Õ ?*
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Olian Der'natal
Olian grins and chuckles flashing a brilliant smile at the girl, "No no no. Nothing to appologize about my dear. It is merely my preference of style and comfort, I think it looks better on me. And having the cloth close to my legs seems restricting to me, less cloth to worry about getting tangled up in. Perhaps after they are taken in you can tell me how they look, as I am certain that you have magnificent taste." As he works with the seamstress, Olian details out a style of pants that is near-tight to the legs, like leather breeches but of cloth. He listens intently to any suggestions from the seamstress, praising her eye and skill continuously. The shirt, he almost exclusively relies on the seamstresses suggestion and beams radiently as they decide on one of her final suggestions. As the seamstress leaves to do the alterations, the tall man moves to the serving girl as he asks about the tub. Olian listens to the girl intently as she explains the bricks, watching her actions as she demonstrates but otherwise keeping his eyes firmly locked on hers. "Thank you for you assistance, mi'lady." he says when she finishes, "Your assistance has been without peer. I am quite fine now, but as I said I would value your opinion once the clothing has been altered." Diplomacy, because he is feeling much more in his element after all of the required violence Dice Roll:
When all are gone, Olian adjusts the tub to just-steaming and reclines in it, adding some scents if they are availible. For several minutes he just enjoys the heat and being back in nice accomodations after being on the road for so many months. "Mmmm. I must thank Eindric and tell him how wonderful this place is..." he mumbles to himself as the warmth of the water sinks in to his poor muscles. After a little while, he heaves a sigh and begins to clean himself up for dinner.
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The seamstress smiles at Olian's compliments, taking notes on a little chalk board strung around her neck. She marks the clothing with a piece of wax and then gathers them up, bowing herself out of the room, master, your attire will be ready for your inspection before the dinner this evening. With your permission, I will begin altering them now.
The maid, on the other hand, blushes at Olian's remarks and turns nearly bright red when he refers to her as 'm'lady'. Still she manages to flirt excessively with the charming man, showing as many glimpses of thigh and breast as she could without actually removing her clothes. She makes as if to undress him, but pauses looking to Olian for permission, master, shall I bathe you now? Eindric completes his meeting with the governor and dispatches his messengers. Nineye runs off to attend to his own affairs and prepare for dinner. At Teny's request, Eindric does not inform anyone of his return to the compound immediately, instead slipping into the Teamster's Lodge amongest the chaos that still reigns in the aftermath of the assassination attempt. Sneaking in through the kitchens, no one notices Eindric or Teny, or at least no one says anything. The two secret themselves away in one of the private VIP lounges on the third floor. They draw the curtains and christen the room that had yet been used as it was designed to be. *shortly the dinner will commence. Ein please list exactly who is expected to come, in the 'Flying E's' thread. Olian, you may choose to skip or avoid your current situation, or play it out as it is written above...* |
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Olian Der'natal
"A moment," Olian says to the maid with a smile. He casually checks to make sure that the door is closed then moves back to the bath. "Certainly..." he says as he approaches. He lets his hand brush against her lower back as he passes, the slightest of touches. "Perhaps I can do the same for you." the words seem to flow from him. He moves to the tub, glancing back toward the maid... ATTENTION: THE FOLLOWING SCENE HAS BEEN CENSORED, AS IT MAY BE INAPPROPRIATE FOR YOUTHFUL VIEWERS. HAVE A NICE DAY. (I know he is)
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![]() A puff of white steam rolls out from beneath the door as Olian shuts himself in with the petite chambermaid. Turning back towards her he finds her already undressing. The air is moist from the hot bath and he can feel sweat forming on his body... ...She murmers softly as the room darkens and the steam starts to obscure vision.
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Later, Olian exits the bath, feeling refreshed and relaxed. He finds a plush bath robe in which to wear while waiting for the seamstress. The maid who had kept him entertained cleans the washroom and pciks up Olian's discarded, soiled clothes. Master, with your leave I will take these to be laundered and summon the seamstress to your rooms. Would you require anything...else? She blushes deeply at the last part of her question, keeping her eyes down, though she can not hide her satisfied smile.
Curtsing deeply she adjusts her clothes and departs with Olian's laundry. Only a few moments later, the seamstress returns, bearing Olian's new clothes. She smiles brightly and displays her work, made exactly to Olian's specifications. She begins to help the tall man into the outfit, demonstrating the nuances of some of the more formal garments. Olian finds the fit exquisite and feels extremly comfortable and unrestrained. The gentle touches of the slendor seamstress threaten to entice the warlock once again, but even before he could decide if that is what he wants or if that is what she'd be willing to provide, the woman rises from her knees, before him saying, Master, is there anything else you require before the dinner? There is a porter downstairs who will escort you to the dinning hall. |
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*see the thread - Dinner and a Show*
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