Thread: They Can't Feel Like We Do (PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

Cavalier stood in the reception area, waiting patiently as he occasionally glanced around. A number of people were still giving him odd looks, but that was entirely normal and expected to him--he wasn't exactly a typical warforged. Few people knew he and others like him even existed, fewer still knew what any of it really meant . A few minutes passed, and Cavalier noticed the gnome receptionist returning--followed by a stunning example of a humanoid female. She was wearing an exquisitely vivid dress that tastefully accentuated and showed off the flowing curves of the body beneath it, plus a sparkling red ribbon around her neck that Cavalier understood to be an indicator of her profession. The warforged also took note of her dazzling red mane, particularly as it was clearly very well-groomed with how it shimmered brightly in the light. The two little green lights set into the two pits in his head that indicated Cavalier's 'eyes' met the two gleaming blue jewels of the semi-pointed-eared woman. Cavalier was aware of and cared about aesthetics, unlike most warforged, and he found the woman approaching him to be very aesthetically pleasing. Mia would see the warforged waiting in the reception area stand at attention with her approach, though he was almost difficult to pick out at first--his entire body save for his head and neck were covered by clothes, which was exceptionally bizarre as warforged generally didn't wear clothes besides utility belts, bandoliers, or sometimes cargo apparel for pockets, having no use for anything more. Yet, this warforged was fully dressed, flamboyantly so, in what were recognizably expensive custom-tailored threads that fit him in such a manner giving away that he was missing the usual external bulky plating of a warforged. What's more, Mia could actually sea the warforged's head tilt with him looking at her up and down, like he was actually appraising and appreciating her looks, also something very unusual for a warforged to do. Sebbin stepped aside and gestured to Mia for introduction. This is Mia. She is our only escort currently...available. She also, incidentally, has one of our higher rates. Will you still be hiring her tonight...? The gnome asked, though he couldn't completely keep a skeptical quirk of his eyebrow from his face. Cavalier had caught the moment's hesitation on the word available and knew then that the receptionist was telling a polite fiction, but while Cavalier caught it where most warforged wouldn't have, he also didn't mind. The receptionist was just playing a social role, as was Cavalier--even if it was unusual for Cavalier to be playing it. The warforged brought a fist up to his chest as he stood in a confident pose. Absolutely, good sir! I think I should be quite fortunate for her to be available tonight. After all, quality is worth its price, is it not? He spoke, still in a well-inflected and smooth voice, though still with a faint but noticeable metallic tint, and with a light tone for his implied compliment to Mia. And at that, he held one blue-gloved hand out towards Mia, drawing a little attention to the fact that he had one thumb and two large fingers for his custom glove to fit, rather than four small fingers. Normal warforged in that respect. But he was holding his hand out palm-up with a slight deferential bow, exactly how one would when requesting a lady's hand. When Mia decided to accept the gesture and place her hand over his, the warforged leaned in and lightly touched his 'lips' not that he really had any to speak of to her knuckle, then leaned back. Call me Cavalier, Lady Mia. The warforged said, with a slight bob of his feathered hat. It will be a magnificent pleasure to have you with me this evening.