Thread: The Champion of Passion (EvilGenius & Sensualist)

Many things changed since Sebastian became -for the lack of better description - a living saint. One of those things were his feelings when he entered a place like that. Not that he minded brothels, he spent his fair share in those before being given a divine mission. But now... Many religions see places like this tower as dens of sin. Filthy, low, unworthy to spit on. But not his religion. Sebastian felt that he's walking on a holy ground. Place of joy, pleasure and passion. He could feel it through his skin. Goddess was present here, blessing all who walked those halls. From most luxurious girl to lowest servant. From shy virgin boys trembling as they enter the unknown world, to most regular and known clients. Mage could feel divine breath flowing through him as he walked. I hereby forgive you that trip through marshes. he muttered to his Goddess, as he tends to do often. She rarely replied, especially with words, but he just felt like it. He enjoyed the concept of not being alone. He stopped before the two statues. A respectful nod to Goddess of Trade. He had no qualms with her. Only one aspect of trade was disgusting in his eyes. Then he turned his gaze to his Lady. For a moment he took in the beauty of this statue. It was a beautiful piece of art. There were stories about men falling in love with this masterwork. They never manage to do you justice. He said softly. Good try though. He closed his eyes, recalling that night. He just left her temple, tired but content. She approached his, cloaked and graceful. And when the cloak fell on the ground, he found himself on the knees, tears flowing down his cheeks. She reached to him. Offered her graces. And he accepted, not believing his luck. He praised her and worshipped her with all his body, heart and mind. And she changed him. Marked as her servant. His thoughts were interrupted when a blonde beauty approached him. He never announced his arrival. Truth be told, he wasn't really spreading the word of his status. But the fact that he was expected here of all places somehow wasn't surprising. Of course, please lead on. he replied and followed the girl into the depths of pleasure palace. The walk was... Refreshing. His senses picked up every moan, every sigh and cry of pleasure in the rooms they passed. Sebastian watched the girl in front of him and felt the gifts of Goddess working. He immediately knew what she desired. He was aware how to slide his nails across her back to make her shudder. How to run his tongue on her skin to make her sigh and writhe in pleasure. He was tempted to reach out and... But no, he was expected. There will be time for that. He'll remember her for later. Which might take longer than he suspected. He realised that upon entering the waiting room. He stepped in and stopped. With a gentle sigh, he raised his gaze to the ceiling. Praise the Goddess. he said softly, with conviction that could put many zealous preachers to shame. Mistress hss my deepest gratefulness. he bowed to the four beauties. I hope she won't rush just because of me. No doubt that such fine jewels will make my stay here a pleasure. he smiled to women gathered in front of him. Honestly, I don't know if I should feel underdressed or overdressed. True enough, he had no exquisite clothes on him. Just a simple robe many young mages wear in their travels. Dusty blue colour meaning he finished his education, but is yet to achieve anything important in his trade. Paired up with comfortable, brown pants and a bit worn but sturdy shoes. All in all, he resembled more adventuring young mage than servant of any deity. I'll try not to be a headache of a company... Sebastian grinned, sitting down on one of the couches and sitting back leisurely. Is there a chance for something to drink? I have a long road behind me and could use some relaxation in fine company.