Nyxie nodded, almost sympathetically, though she was actually quite pleased to find a piece of the harlot’s puzzle: his mind and body were disconnected. Which most likely meant that an intimate relationship would need to forge the two together again.
Or at the very least, he probably hasn’t had anyone petch with his mind yet. **cough* The Inverted
“Hm, fascinating,”she uttered, filled with captivation. Her cheeks stayed rosy, the color turning brighter as he described the variety of needs from his buyers. “So you claim to be able to unlock a customer’s deepest desires, and then satisfy them all… in just one night. Impressive. Must be tiring, though. Probably involves fair a bit of acting, at times.” Nyxie’s words were merely meant to give a voice to her train of thought. But she realized that she empathized with his aspiration to be better, in order to earn more mizas. “Yes, it sounds like a job well done would deserve a fairly high price.”The Svefra said it as if it was a matter-of-fact, with a lack of suggestive intonations, showing her respect for the value of his work.
She didn’t expect the mood to change so quickly. Nyxie gripped the chain, staring into the harlot’s eyes, now suddenly intense. The moment passed in a quick tick. She blinked, trying to work out what just happened. It was like she’d seen a glimpse of his second persona; the one he used to seduce and satiate. It was addicting. She wanted more.
The redhead’s lips curled upwards as he spoke of purity. Her voice dropped, infusing it with honeyed innocence,
“It is fitting. I’ve seen nothing impure about you yet, luv.”
And it was true. Matthew never mentioned anything that stood out to be immoral, by Nyxie’s standards. In fact, it seemed that the man was quite selfless with the way he conducted his work. He ensured complete satisfaction and pleasure for others, without deceit, betrayal, dishonesty, nor thoughtlessness.
But her statement wasn’t just a fact. It was also a subtle challenge. If the harlot meant to wear the necklace as a show of rebellion, then he’d have to prove it. He’d have to show her that he’s truly capable of all that he advertised.
The thought made Nyxie feel deliciously audacious. She tugged a tad harder on the chain, pulling him closer to her inviting lips. A sliver of space remained between them, the surrounding water growing warmer, her body only aching to feel the heat of his toned skin against hers. But they remained apart. Separated by an implicit perception of the other’s restraint. Blue eyes glazed over with pure lust as her mind whirled with a sudden flood of carnal fantasies.
…But the feelings were fleeting.
' Some people want the best physical experience they can possibly have. '
' If I want the best in life, I’d have to do the best I can. '
Nyxie let go of the chain. She slowly created a bit of distance between them, legs moving in wide circles beneath her.
Something inside her knew that she wouldn’t feel true pleasure if she couldn’t earn his desire. Buying him would take the fun out of it. Not to mention the loss of precious mizas. The Svefra was a petching cheapskate who’d rather steal than buy anything. Was he worth the price?
Or could she steal his heart?
Nyxie reached a hand up to hold onto the edge of the pier. She contemplated an answer to her reason for being here, wondering whether the truth would cause her any trouble. “My family and I are part of the Draer Dynasty in Kenash. We travel between coastal cities, trading goods grown on our plantation for mizas and… workers.” Saying ‘slaves’ in Syliras would certainly be problematic. “It’s true; I hate it here. The city is overcrowded and filthy. I’m actually heading out to sea tomorrow morning, so I won’t have to stand it any longer,” she smiled, but her eyes spoke differently. They seemed to lack the same gladness that her words tried to suggest.
“Oh, this?” Nyxie turned around, her back to the harlot, both hands holding onto the edge of wooden panels, pulling herself up to rest her elbows on the edge. Her body now dangled, half in the air and half in the water. Nyx figured it would help show off more of the mark. She looked over her shoulder, and smiled at his compliment, shivering slightly from the sudden exposure to the night’s cold air. “Thank you~ I’m a Svefra by birth, and all Svefra are granted with the mark of our divine father, Laviku: God of the sea,” blue eyes glimmered with delight, eager to explain. “The waves can migrate from my back to my hand, depending on whether or not I’m wearing clothing. It’s quite magical, really. It allows me to drink seawater, and control small sea creatures, along with a few other things.”
If Matthew looked closer, he’d notice the almost mesmerizing quality of the design. Touching it would result in a person realizing that the mark was slightly raised, as if the waves were filled with a colorful swirling fluid. Adding pressure to the fluid would move the colors around, making the design look indistinguishable from the movement of real waves.
Nyxie gave the harlot a quick wink. “Feel free to touch~”
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In the distance behind Matthew, a grey fin appeared over the surface of the sea, far enough away to be unnoticed. But it was moving closer. Fast.
Or at the very least, he probably hasn’t had anyone petch with his mind yet. **cough* The Inverted
“Hm, fascinating,”she uttered, filled with captivation. Her cheeks stayed rosy, the color turning brighter as he described the variety of needs from his buyers. “So you claim to be able to unlock a customer’s deepest desires, and then satisfy them all… in just one night. Impressive. Must be tiring, though. Probably involves fair a bit of acting, at times.” Nyxie’s words were merely meant to give a voice to her train of thought. But she realized that she empathized with his aspiration to be better, in order to earn more mizas. “Yes, it sounds like a job well done would deserve a fairly high price.”The Svefra said it as if it was a matter-of-fact, with a lack of suggestive intonations, showing her respect for the value of his work.
She didn’t expect the mood to change so quickly. Nyxie gripped the chain, staring into the harlot’s eyes, now suddenly intense. The moment passed in a quick tick. She blinked, trying to work out what just happened. It was like she’d seen a glimpse of his second persona; the one he used to seduce and satiate. It was addicting. She wanted more.
The redhead’s lips curled upwards as he spoke of purity. Her voice dropped, infusing it with honeyed innocence,
“It is fitting. I’ve seen nothing impure about you yet, luv.”
And it was true. Matthew never mentioned anything that stood out to be immoral, by Nyxie’s standards. In fact, it seemed that the man was quite selfless with the way he conducted his work. He ensured complete satisfaction and pleasure for others, without deceit, betrayal, dishonesty, nor thoughtlessness.
But her statement wasn’t just a fact. It was also a subtle challenge. If the harlot meant to wear the necklace as a show of rebellion, then he’d have to prove it. He’d have to show her that he’s truly capable of all that he advertised.
The thought made Nyxie feel deliciously audacious. She tugged a tad harder on the chain, pulling him closer to her inviting lips. A sliver of space remained between them, the surrounding water growing warmer, her body only aching to feel the heat of his toned skin against hers. But they remained apart. Separated by an implicit perception of the other’s restraint. Blue eyes glazed over with pure lust as her mind whirled with a sudden flood of carnal fantasies.
…But the feelings were fleeting.
' Some people want the best physical experience they can possibly have. '
' If I want the best in life, I’d have to do the best I can. '
Nyxie let go of the chain. She slowly created a bit of distance between them, legs moving in wide circles beneath her.
Something inside her knew that she wouldn’t feel true pleasure if she couldn’t earn his desire. Buying him would take the fun out of it. Not to mention the loss of precious mizas. The Svefra was a petching cheapskate who’d rather steal than buy anything. Was he worth the price?
Or could she steal his heart?
Nyxie reached a hand up to hold onto the edge of the pier. She contemplated an answer to her reason for being here, wondering whether the truth would cause her any trouble. “My family and I are part of the Draer Dynasty in Kenash. We travel between coastal cities, trading goods grown on our plantation for mizas and… workers.” Saying ‘slaves’ in Syliras would certainly be problematic. “It’s true; I hate it here. The city is overcrowded and filthy. I’m actually heading out to sea tomorrow morning, so I won’t have to stand it any longer,” she smiled, but her eyes spoke differently. They seemed to lack the same gladness that her words tried to suggest.
“Oh, this?” Nyxie turned around, her back to the harlot, both hands holding onto the edge of wooden panels, pulling herself up to rest her elbows on the edge. Her body now dangled, half in the air and half in the water. Nyx figured it would help show off more of the mark. She looked over her shoulder, and smiled at his compliment, shivering slightly from the sudden exposure to the night’s cold air. “Thank you~ I’m a Svefra by birth, and all Svefra are granted with the mark of our divine father, Laviku: God of the sea,” blue eyes glimmered with delight, eager to explain. “The waves can migrate from my back to my hand, depending on whether or not I’m wearing clothing. It’s quite magical, really. It allows me to drink seawater, and control small sea creatures, along with a few other things.”
If Matthew looked closer, he’d notice the almost mesmerizing quality of the design. Touching it would result in a person realizing that the mark was slightly raised, as if the waves were filled with a colorful swirling fluid. Adding pressure to the fluid would move the colors around, making the design look indistinguishable from the movement of real waves.
Nyxie gave the harlot a quick wink. “Feel free to touch~”
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In the distance behind Matthew, a grey fin appeared over the surface of the sea, far enough away to be unnoticed. But it was moving closer. Fast.
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