#mistresselegance

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mistresselegance

Parthena sat down next to him on the bed, and she laid her hand on his arm. “I understand,” she said softly and offered him a reassuring smile.

“Why don’t we get you draw you a hot bath, get you cleaned up. Maybe a massage? There is nothing wrong with pampering yourself from time to time,” the Altmer purred while rubbing his back soothingly.

‘Aye, well... That’s true enough, I s’pose.’

Drasonval tugged at his earring, pulling the tip of his ears down, and then nodded decisively. Some of the cloud was clearing from his brow.

‘Sure. ‘Bout time I had a wash, anyway.’

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mistresselegance

Madeleine was sat in front of the vanity and looked at his reflection for a moment before she sighed in defeat. “It’s nothing, really. It just happens,” the young Breton said while applying coverage makeup over a bruise on her cheekbone and brow.

“In truth, my pride was hurt more than my skin. Besides, Mistress Jenny took care of it, and I will heal. Right now I just need to put my face on,” she concluded with a small smile, trying her best to look convincing.

It was not Ethysil’s place to comment. He knew that well enough, and also that the ladies under the Lily’s care were perfectly capable of handling their own problems, but he couldn’t stop himself from frowning into the mirror. At least it was against his better judgement when he said quietly,

‘I only wish you to know, muthsera, that you deserve respect as much as anyone else. I should hate you to feel that such treatment was your due. Forgive me for prying.’

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“Shh, it’s okay. I’m right here.”

‘I know, sera, and that’s the problem.’

Drasonval sighed and knotted his hand into his ponytail. His guilt, if anything, was only increasing, and he stared at his knees with hot, flushed cheeks.

‘Sorry. Ain’t your fault. It’s... thinking ‘bout me wife. That’s all.’

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"I don't want to talk about it." (Any combination of girls/scamps, even multiple if you feel like it)

‘Are you sure?’

It wasn’t the easiest task to maintain dignity and poise, emanating gentlemanly concern, when sat half disrobed in such a place as the Gilded Lily, but Ethysil gave it his best attempt. He linked his fingers together on his lap.

‘It is your choice, naturally, but if you did wish to discuss it, I assure you it need go no farther than my own ears.’

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“We can stay here until you feel better.”

Braskan whimpered theatrically. The grazes across his legs were hardly worthy of his performance, and the circumstances in which they had been acquired -- stumbling over a smear of refuse in the street while trying to avoid catching a guard’s eye -- less than noble, but this felt like an opportunity to be milked for all it was worth. After a few more sniffles he added,

‘Might help if ya kisses it better...’

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“I brought you a hot drink and some food.”

‘You know how to tempt a mer, to be sure. I can’t say no to a good meal after being aboard ship.’ Vilayn grinned and tossed a few coins down on the table, taking the proffered food. ‘But I won’t be needing any more of your services tonight.’

He had the air of someone who hoped he would be asked to elaborate, glancing pointedly at his companion between each bite of food.

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“Do you need a hug?”

Amid the howls and jokes from his shipmates, Azareth froze for a moment, hat tipped back and his eyes wide. When he finally found his voice again his answer was a surly, solitary,

‘No.’

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“What would help right now?”

After a brief pause, considering his options and the location, Tosti offered up a smooth, friendly smile.

‘I think you mistake me, my friend. I’m only looking for any sailors you might have lodging with you.’