Dora seemed to blush as Tristan complimented her, and she shifted in her seat to grab her glass of wine from the small table, leaning over so the noble had a great view on her assets. To Yana, it appeared she was doing it on purpose, it was quite obvious. Even Tristan might notice, though it was doubtful he’d mind. Yana did not really mind either, if she had to be honest. To say she was enjoying it was a bridge too far, but she certainly wasn’t annoyed by the woman’s behavior. Lord Venora was just a client, and if he wanted to have a look at a pervert with a subjectively perfect body, then he did not have to hold back.
When he said he wanted her to teach him how to tail people though, Yana was
slightly irritated, mostly due to the Lord’s enthusiasm. As per usual she hid it beneath her mask of carefully applied stoicism. “It’ll cost you,”
she replied calmly, crossing her arms.
Fortunately, Tristan did not have a lot of time to react to it, or to start haggling –which would be even more annoying. Dora revealed her dark desires, her fetish, as she called it. The young Lord took it quite well, it seemed. Yes, he looked surprised, but more than anything, he appeared fascinated. Yana suspected it was mostly that silent encouragement, as well as his enthused claim of knowing people with stranger fetishes which allowed for Dora to continue. The redheaded pervert had a hit of a smile tugging at her lips for a moment, a twinkle of something in her brown eyes, and leaned back in her couch. She twirled the wine in her glass around for a moment before taking a sip.
“They are extraordinary,”
Dora agreed with Tristan’s boast, licking her lips. Yana couldn’t tell if it was to rid herself of some wine, or… Well, it probably did not matter. The woman continued her story, managing to captivate Yana as well, at last. All that talk of changing forms was interesting to say the least. Tristan seemed to think the woman’s partner was a Yludih, since he had an acquaintance who was one. It evoked several thoughts in the actual Yludih in the room. First of all, she was quite pissed at that Yludih for managing to be found out by fleshlings. Secondly, she was glad that Tristan seemed to misunderstand the Yludih shapeshifting ability. At least the crystal disgrace had not disclosed any sensitive information.
It did make her think though; she did not really know how her own shapeshifting worked. The Ancients had said it had something to do with the crystals of their body, but she wasn’t too sure if it was completely true. There probably was more to it than that. But it wasn’t magic… or was it? Either way, they did not need body parts to transform, so it was more than likely that what Dora was talking about was a completely different ability. The woman had called it magic, and it possibly was exactly that.
Tristan asked some more questions, fairly intelligent ones too actually, and for a brief moment, Dora’s eyes flicked somewhere else than Tristan and his hands. “I’m not sure,”
she began, hesitantly, leaning over once more, this time to reach for the bottle of wine. She continued while refilling her own and Tristan’s glasses. “But I think I heard him say he would need the thumbs.”
She retreated back into the couch, glass of wine in hand.
Yana frowned slightly, biting her index finger lightly. Something was off about this whole thing. As a professional liar, she thought herself to be quite adept at spotting lies in others, depending on their control over their face and body language. Dora had not been lying at first, Yana was fairly sure of that. Now however? She wasn’t meeting Tristan’s eyes, she had chosen not to even face him, hiding behind the action of pouring wine. It was to distract Tristan with her cleavage, most likely, and to appear casual while lying. Though, Yana had been wrong before.
As the young Lord provided the lady in red with an excuse, Dora’s eyes did shift back to Tristan’s hands. Her face lit up, her eyes sparkled. “Really?”
she said enthusiastically. “That lifts a weight off of my shoulders.”
She beamed at him. “I would if I had had the courage to, but…”
An apologetic smile. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but your handsomeness is quite intimidating to those who don’t know you. I did not even dare dream of approaching you.”
She stood up then, placing down her glass with care, then she slowly sashayed over, targeting the small space between Yana and Tristan. Maybe she expected Yana to move over, but the Yludih did not such thing unless explicitly asked, and in the end, whether Tristan said anything or not, Dora inserted herself in between mercenary and client. There was not enough space for the three of them, and in the end Yana did stand up, and placed herself in the seat Dora had vacated. She was not really one to enjoy invasions of her personal space.
Dora asked coyly, biting her lower lip. She reached gingerly for his hand, and if he did not pull away she’d lift it to her face, rubbing his thumb sensually with her fingers, caressing the curves of the appendage. Her breathing became heavy, and after a nervous glance at the Lord’s face, she rubbed her cheek against his thumb, looking extremely
content doing so. A moan escaped her lips, though she did not seem to notice.
Wondering why this was labeled mature? Here’s your answer.