Thread: The Pleasure Gardens (Wraith and JennyLee)

Today, the Garden had a new customer. As in any other day, there was plenty of activity all throughout the domains, and the one who had entered them was able to see freely the kind of sinful paradise that he was entering. Just a taste of what was to come if he decided to pay. And as per the usual custom, Ryven greeted the man in person with a cordial shake of his hand and a short but insightful walk. One where he would learn what the man desired so he could decide which girl to pitch to him. The man in question was, by the looks of it, a noble. It was easy to tell by his attire, fine clothing that was most definitely tailored for the person, in addition to jewelry that he wore on display. Dark hair that was about shoulder length was neatly slicked back and tied, accentuating a sharp face with a slightly narrow forehead. Perhaps the man was a politician, as there was a glimmer of mischief in his eye which he managed to hide well, however, his position mattered too little in the current scheme of things. He wasn't far too old or far too young, perhaps just middle-aged, but overall he was a rather handsome man. The sharpness of his chin was accentuated by a short, pointy beard that made his figure look even sharper. As for the rest of his body, the man was definitely not extremely well-built, though he leaned a lot towards the very skinny side. It was simply difficult to decipher his actual looks underneath the clothing but he was definitely not too skinny, either, not to the point of ridiculousness at any rate. His eyes, a very dark shade just like his hair's, flickered as he allowed them to gaze over the few scenes that he and Ryven passed by in their walk. It was definitely arousing to gaze upon what was happening in the Gardens, such as a blonde, well-built female most likely of a warrior tradition, watching with fire in her eyes as an elven girl used her skillful tongue on her. Or as the man who thrust himself in another elven girl just a few paces away from the previous scene, both parties seemingly oblivious to each other. The Gardens were truly a paradise of debauchery, and the noble man couldn't have asked for more. I think I have just the girl for you. Ryven said at last after a while of thinking, beckoning the closest elf towards him and giving her a sugary smile. My dear, would you be kind to find Kariss and inform her I have a man who is eager to meet her? He asked, and the girl only nodded quickly and politely before running off to find the one she's been sent for. You will see, Mr... Ryven paused for a second, realizing he didn't know the name of his customer. Nyall. Call me Nyall. The man responded with a nod. Yes, of course. You will see, as I said, Kariss will surely be to your liking... ah, there she is. Ryven replied with a smile seeing as the one whom he'd summoned was on the way to their location. She's quite stunning, isn't she? He asked Nyall, whose dark eyes looked the elf up and down appreciatively. She was if only a notch taller than him, just about enough. He smiled, giving a nod of agreement in return. She is perfect. Nyall quickly produced a large enough coin purse from a hidden pocket of the silken purple tunic that adorned his body, and placed it in Ryven's hands, who accepted it perhaps all too eagerly. The only time the man's eyes flickered with more fire than when he looked upon his girls was when he was handed a large coin purse. And those came pouring since so many men would have rather gone to sleep hungry but had a taste of one of Ryven's girls. My dear, would you please take care of the man? I'm sure he will love every moment with you. Ryven said, parting words before he went off, leaving the two in company with each other.