70 Spring, 511 AV There was a knock at the door. Three gentle ones, little more than a tap. Silfer smiled as he pressed his hands into the back of his latest customer, and the woman's flesh melted into his hands. "Come in," he called, through the thin sheet of smoke that hung in the air from the candles that sat in clusters in every corner of the room. They were all white candles, with flickering orange flames that only added a little heat. They smelled faintly of vanilla and sandalwood. They stood at varying heights, some clearly towering above the others. "Make yourself comfortable," Silfer said to his son, as soon as Darren had made his way through the door. Silfer had begun to move his hands in small circles at the center of the woman's back. Her shirt had been lifted up so that he may work, and her long black hair with the occasional purple streak had been tied back in a bun so it wouldn't get in the way. Her eyes was closed and there was a wide grin upon her pale lips. "That feels good Silfer," she murmured as he lifted the ends of her shirt back down, to cover her back. "Glad you enjoyed it," he said simply with a smile, allowing the woman to take another moment to relax. It was all she needed before she sat herself up. "You're all paid up, so whenever you're ready," he gently prodded with a glance towards the door. She nodded slightly, before walking out. When she was gone, and her footsteps had faded away down the hall, Silfer turned to his son. "It's good to see you Darren." There was a slight pause, "it's not often that we see each other these days. Was there a reason for your visit?" |