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[Aurin]

Her response only made him smile wider. Aurin allowed for another drink, having grown quickly accustomed to slaves at his beck and call. And it was only a matter of time before she got him out onto the dance floor, although he wasn't entirely sure the line she gave him to get him out there wasn't asking whether he had a foot fetish. Perhaps they would find out later.

They danced, they drank, and they even found quiet nooks to talk from time to time; it lasted for hours. He was somewhat of a gentleman, though, which might have been a surprise. His hands and lips gave her plenty of time to consent or not, and while he pushed a bit, he didn't push past what she allowed. That might have been part of what dragged things out until finally, he wobbled a bit on his feet.

He was certain he could rally if she wanted to fuck, but he would have been equally happy passing out with her only to wake up for well-rested morning sex before breaking their fast. The skillful sembler didn't push that thought past her will, but he did plant it into her mind as an option.

If she just wanted to find a dark corner and get it over with, that was fine by him. Mists, if she wanted to get plowed on the dance floor, it wouldn't be his first time at that sort of rodeo. She had heard him call himself a bad man; while he was up to get down and do bad things, he did seem to have his own sort of honor code. And so, when a moment suspended where they would have to decide whether to do something or call it quits, he merely held her gaze, a ginger brow rising like the wing of a bird.

The decision was in her pretty hands, which, he thought, would look even prettier wrapped around his cock.

[Hilana Chenzira]

Hilana had gone into the reception with no expectations beyond having a good time. And the same applied right now. But she did find that she was greatly enjoying Aurin’s company, and as far as she could tell, he was enjoying hers. She always had an interest in visiting Peregrini, and in their stories and travels. The redheaded man seemed to be exceptionally well-travelled, interesting, and a smooth-talker to boot. He was handsome, a good dancer, and even with the alcohol, seemed to be quite intelligent. She didn’t know how much of his stories were camelshit and how much was truth; but by and large, she didn’t care as the hours flew by unnoticed. He would find that she didn’t shy away from his lips and tongue and hands, nor the rest of him - such gestures were reciprocated, the whole evening building up a palpable, not-so-subtle heat between them.

When he wobbled, she considered. She could shag him now, cloak them in shadows so no one would be bothering them, though few would if they went to the right spot. They could visit an inn, which was likely smarter; but he was a friend of Finn and Arvaelyn’s, and that wasn’t like to be a problem. She could take him to her apartment. It was just her and her multitudes of pets; Lia was still staying with Lykos out at the Citadel. And chances were… once he’d had the opportunity to sleep off some of the drink and food, they could have a very busy morning. She rather liked that idea.

Home it was. If it was a bad idea, Finn surely would have warned her somehow when he had made the introductions. Or, frankly, they never would have considered the idea that Hilana would take a perfect stranger into her apartment to enjoy. “Shall we go somewhere more private?” She offered. If it was a yes… she could use her Ring of Traversion to open a portal for the two of them to leave the club and head topside to her apartment, appearing in the living room. There was a little light from the windows, and Hilana Manifested some sparks of light, just so he could see where they were. Aurin would be able to see a trio of glass enclosures on the wall, along with shelves of books, all kinds of knickknacks, and plants.

So. Many. Plants.

The place smelled of spices and herbs, of flowers and food. All the same, she took him by the hand from the living room, the sparks of light coming along with them, into her bedroom. There were handwoven rugs, and the accents around the place were colourful, just like the young woman guiding him along. There might have been a couple meows from somewhere, indicating a cat, possibly more, but the feline in question was not visible. Hilana drew him close, her lips meeting his, her hands finding his shirt. She'd been feeling him all night while they danced together, brushing and touching, caressing and testing. And now both of them were going to see what was underneath all of those clothes. Even if it was just to strip the other down and curl up together in the bed and get some rest.

[Aurin]

Unless sociosexual customs were vastly different here, Aurin was certain they were going to couple before they parted ways and he was only too happy to follow her home. The portal surprised him as he hadn't caught a whiff of a traveling rune upon her, but if she was a guest at the royal wedding, she likely had plenty of secrets up her sleeve. Well, she didn't have proper sleeves, so perhaps she had some nice secrets up her skirts, at least.

While her aura was warded, her home wasn't quite so opaque to his arcane tricks. It was full of abundant life--plants and animals and such--which reminded him of Torin's elven lover's garden more than anything, a strange association to make this far away from that lush little biome kept magically safe from the ravages of the unending winter. But he didn't want to think about Torin nor his elven twunk tonight--or this morning? He smirked at Hilana, letting her lead him deeper into her lair.

Once he took in her boudoir--one always had to think of points of egress, where assassins might be hiding, et cetera--he began to his clinging party attire off. If she played at coyness now, he would be coy in return and say he didn't want to sleep in his clothes. If she wasn't coy, well, a woman with that many animals in her home would likely want to do it primal-like.

Her witchlights revealed the traceries of scars on his pale skin, the sorts of pictographs that held meaning if not magic. He was shameless and shamelessly aroused already. Laughing quietly, his mind was a little too worn out to make a sally about his morning wood already arriving.

[Hilana Chenzira]

This apartment was nothing as fancy as Arvaelyn's present digs in the Palatium Umbrarum where he got to recline in the meantime. But it was cozy and seemed to be a decent enough size, if filled with all kinds of flora. There were windows in the kitchen, living room, and the bedroom that they were going into now. They were, depending on how much he looked into the place, on the fifth floor of a building in the Luxium. There were wards in the apartment to minimize the sound emitted beyond the walls, and some to reduce Traversion access. In a place like Solunarium, where magic was rampant and commonplace compared to the rest of the world, that was perhaps understandable.

There were no other people here, though, just the two of them, and Hilana was all too happy to help strip him down, exposing his pale skin and touching his markings with deft, skilled fingers. She wondered about them and what they were; but she could always ask once they'd gotten some sleep and were resting. It might make for some interesting pillow talk later. Her bodice was easy to unhook and remove, and so too was the long skirt. Her scarf had been discarded as soon as they'd gotten into the bedroom.

There was only one visible Rune on her, that one on her palm, and considering the way she had played with Light, it was either Elementalism or Masquerade, but a perceptive look would easily identify it as the Former. Her Rune of Semblance, after all, had been painted on her scalp when she had received it, and with that impossibly thick hair of hers... It wasn't something one found so easily with the naked eye. She had her share of scars, though they were not ornate and seemed to have been more organically earned from either fighting or Founders knew what; but they were well-faded. Her father had seen to that when she had been recalled to Tertium years ago; a lot of effort had been undertaken with necromancers and salves and ointments to smooth her skin back up. The last jewel of Lebaoth Chenzira had been in bad need of polishing to get her suited for the setting that they wanted to lock her into, after all.

Her dark skin clashed and contrasted with his, and the long skirts had hidden strong legs and powerful thighs - this was a woman who was used to a physical job, and there was very little laziness about her. And as he'd thought those lovely hands of hers would look good on his shaft, he hadn't been wrong - it was by his manhood that Hilana drew him forward towards the bed, those nimble fingers that had traced his skin adroitly stroking and squeezing his member to guide him to lay with her. She didn't think he would be up for her usual antics tonight... but she would certainly take care of that erection now, perhaps with fingers and lips... And without all that fabric, and the magical lights in the bedroom, he could really see the Vastiana, and every juicy curve and swell of her body close to his. She smelled of lilac and gooseberries, floral and sweet at the same time, with just that hint of spice.

She might cause a burn, only to soothe it.... but time would tell.

[Aurin]

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[Finn]

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Experience: 10 xp for use at your discretion

Injuries: very, very tired

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