Time: Evening
Location: River Port, Tipsy Tavern
Interactions: @dreamingflowers Nur
Was it her succubus charm? Maybe. It had almost worked on him once before. He want used to guarding against it. But, no, there was something about her. Certainly, the vulnerability was something that queued him to let his guard down. However, he thought it must be the idea of being around another succubus. Someone like himself, in a way, someone that subsisted off of the desire of others. Certainly, after growing up in a demi-human orphanage, he didn't think like other demons.
A meal would not help? Oh dear. He feared he did not hold the knowledge necessary to help her, but at least he could offer her shelter. "
It is unusual for me to return this early, but I shall manage." He would usually prowl for a while longer, to ensure a plethora of dreams to choose from, but his luxury of choice should not suffer much for one night of loss. "
Cling as you please, dear Nur."
So he began guiding her inland, toward a residential district. The walk would be somewhat lengthy, but not overly so. He led her to a house in the suburb of the port city, up to the door and in. It was a two story building, with an attic on top. "
They've lent me the attic for my services. The gracious things furnished it and put in a deck, they're really too sweet to me. They say they'll rent out the space after I've gone. Of course, I may have aided their negotiations..."
"
And turned the design to suit my needs, maybe just a little. Let me tell you about construction crews..." As he brought her around to the back, am amazing rear deck came into view. A spacious platform on the first floor contained a fire pit with built-in benches, and a staircase up to a second-floor balcony, which contained a garden. Another staircase led up to a door to the attic.
"
Okay, so they might be loaded, and I may have... convinced the crew to do a, little more than they were paid to. I think it's wonderful, details be damned." He stopped on the second floor, turning to the door there. "
I should see how my hosts are doing. I can usually tell how the night will be, at this point. Oh, it's..." he gestured with his hand, the latch above coming open, "
open. Please, go in."
The attic itself was somewhat sparce on furnishings, though the bed was large and well-dressed, as one might expect. There was a very deep, comfortable-looking couch parked in front of a solar cube, with a small bookshelf beside it. The couch had been a careful choice, but like any good succubus, their
bed had been an investment. King size, respectably. Silk everywhere: Pillow cases; sheets; weighted blankets on the bottom layer, easily ignored for a more active evening, but... An odd choice for the usual succubus. A shrine to sleep, more so than sex; the weighted blankets would make it harder to move, though they
were on the bottom.
Bed aside, there was quite a bit of space. A small studio apartment, to be sure. Kitchenette with a small fira and ice cube, even a sink. Some things, it seemed, would need to be sought downstairs... There was no bathroom in the attic, for instance. He counted himself lucky to have a sink in such a space.
The trap door opened from somewhere else in the attic, and soon Aiko emerged, "
tonight shouldn't be busy, for me. There are drinks in the cube, if you'd like one. I-" he looked in his hand, "
have... Mine." From the bar. He wasn't supposed to run away with the glass, was he? He must have grasped it with his tail, before, when he took his jacket off and cradled her shoulders with it. "
You've got great taste, by the way," he took a sip. He'd let her decide if she wanted to talk about what was troubling her while he tried to figure out what she might need. "
Tea, perhaps? I have chamomile, for sleep, if you would like."
He hadn't seen her leg before, only the scale fading away to ash. He got the same feeling either way. "
Want to talk?"
