Venus As always, Azura had a pleasant smile on her face when Endre came back from his attempt to hide from her, or at least that is what she was assuming he had attempted to do, “I am ok, though I would not mind some company to the border of West End if Kharlee would not be opposed to you walking with me?” she questioned, her green eyes darting over to the Harpy for a brief moment before focusing back on the Drow half-elf before her. With all the time that she had spent at the shop, and the 25 years she had spent in West End, she had done her best to befriend both Kharlee and her manservant, even after she had become the Elder of East End. “I would not wish to step on any toes with my request of course.”
As she waited for either Endre or Kharlee to reply to her request, she situated the books she now held so they would be easier to carry, not wanting to deal with any awkwardness with the objects. However, no matter how often she re-arranged them, she always found that the largest happened to bite into her ribs slightly while the top book would only nestle comfortably under her breasts.
“I’m sure she won’t mind, I’m only going to be doing what she told me to, after-all.” Endre smiled back as he wrote a note, then pulled a violin from beside the desk to leave both in plain view on top of the desk, the note having read “If in need of assistance, play violin.”
“Those books look heavy, mind if I carry them for you?” He asked as he helped get the door for her. His eyes though, happened to see an elderly devil carefully reading the note he’d just left before stepping aside ready to offer skills at playing fiddles in exchange for their souls.
Undoing his cape, he tucked the books inside the material as he gathered-up the four corners of the cape around the parcel and gave them all a great big twist to seal it as he slung the makeshift-sack upon his back, ready to go without having to worry about pointy bits of book in Azura’s ribcage; allowing her to walk with a more lady-like gait and giving him an excuse to lag somewhat behind her from time to time.
Azura offered him a smile of appreciation as she left the store and headed for the border that separated West End from her own home. “How have things been going at the shop?” she questioned, her arms crossed over her torso as she walked, “Kharlee seems to be in good health, which means you’ve been making sure she continues to eat, good… I swear that child would waste away if you were not here to look after her. Tell me, how was it you became her manservant again? I am only used to seeing humans subservient to people.” As she walked, Azura’s slim tail swayed from side to side, almost as if the thing had a mind of its own, allowing Endre to catch small glimpses of the swell of her rear due to the low rise of her skirt.
“Things have been going pretty good.” He said after a sigh, already knowing she didn’t ask for the short and sweet answer, “She still tends to oversleep and can’t keep to a decent schedule, but at least she’s eating healthier, thanks again for advice to sneak veggies into her sushi.”
As they continued walking, Azura asked how come he behaves as some sort of slave, to which he shrugged. “I tried climbing the graces of society a bit too quickly and fell off, landed in a bunch of debt that her parents were happy to pay-off…” His voice trailed off as his pace slowed, trying to find the easiest way to describe what really happened, although not exactly the truthful reason, “Provided I looked out for her. Although that contract is quite over-with, I still make sure she’s doing well.” He finished, noticing he was falling well behind, began catching-up, but then noticed her tail making somewhat faster movements out of synch with her pace as he moved closer, teasing him with brief glimpses of her posterior-figure.
Not to let her have the final say in this, he swatted at the offending tail once it came within reach and then darted past her, challenging her to move just a bit faster to keep up.
At the feel of his hand hitting her tail, a small yelp of surprise left the female’s mouth and her eyes narrowed the moment she saw the Half-Elf Drow run past her. While she was sure it was all in good fun, every time she saw someone running from her, she had the overwhelming urge to give chase, and if she did not restrain herself properly, it sometimes ended in the opposite party getting hurt. Bouncing on the balls of her feet a couple times, she eventually took off after the male, her ears pinned to her head and her tail trailing behind her as she did so. “Get back here Endre!” she half shouted, just so she could be heard as she avoided running into any of the pedestrians on the streets, “What is it with you and hitting my tail?!” I swore he understood it’s a sensitive appendage, she thought to herself as she grew closer to catching him.
As she waited for either Endre or Kharlee to reply to her request, she situated the books she now held so they would be easier to carry, not wanting to deal with any awkwardness with the objects. However, no matter how often she re-arranged them, she always found that the largest happened to bite into her ribs slightly while the top book would only nestle comfortably under her breasts.
“I’m sure she won’t mind, I’m only going to be doing what she told me to, after-all.” Endre smiled back as he wrote a note, then pulled a violin from beside the desk to leave both in plain view on top of the desk, the note having read “If in need of assistance, play violin.”
“Those books look heavy, mind if I carry them for you?” He asked as he helped get the door for her. His eyes though, happened to see an elderly devil carefully reading the note he’d just left before stepping aside ready to offer skills at playing fiddles in exchange for their souls.
Undoing his cape, he tucked the books inside the material as he gathered-up the four corners of the cape around the parcel and gave them all a great big twist to seal it as he slung the makeshift-sack upon his back, ready to go without having to worry about pointy bits of book in Azura’s ribcage; allowing her to walk with a more lady-like gait and giving him an excuse to lag somewhat behind her from time to time.
Azura offered him a smile of appreciation as she left the store and headed for the border that separated West End from her own home. “How have things been going at the shop?” she questioned, her arms crossed over her torso as she walked, “Kharlee seems to be in good health, which means you’ve been making sure she continues to eat, good… I swear that child would waste away if you were not here to look after her. Tell me, how was it you became her manservant again? I am only used to seeing humans subservient to people.” As she walked, Azura’s slim tail swayed from side to side, almost as if the thing had a mind of its own, allowing Endre to catch small glimpses of the swell of her rear due to the low rise of her skirt.
“Things have been going pretty good.” He said after a sigh, already knowing she didn’t ask for the short and sweet answer, “She still tends to oversleep and can’t keep to a decent schedule, but at least she’s eating healthier, thanks again for advice to sneak veggies into her sushi.”
As they continued walking, Azura asked how come he behaves as some sort of slave, to which he shrugged. “I tried climbing the graces of society a bit too quickly and fell off, landed in a bunch of debt that her parents were happy to pay-off…” His voice trailed off as his pace slowed, trying to find the easiest way to describe what really happened, although not exactly the truthful reason, “Provided I looked out for her. Although that contract is quite over-with, I still make sure she’s doing well.” He finished, noticing he was falling well behind, began catching-up, but then noticed her tail making somewhat faster movements out of synch with her pace as he moved closer, teasing him with brief glimpses of her posterior-figure.
Not to let her have the final say in this, he swatted at the offending tail once it came within reach and then darted past her, challenging her to move just a bit faster to keep up.
At the feel of his hand hitting her tail, a small yelp of surprise left the female’s mouth and her eyes narrowed the moment she saw the Half-Elf Drow run past her. While she was sure it was all in good fun, every time she saw someone running from her, she had the overwhelming urge to give chase, and if she did not restrain herself properly, it sometimes ended in the opposite party getting hurt. Bouncing on the balls of her feet a couple times, she eventually took off after the male, her ears pinned to her head and her tail trailing behind her as she did so. “Get back here Endre!” she half shouted, just so she could be heard as she avoided running into any of the pedestrians on the streets, “What is it with you and hitting my tail?!” I swore he understood it’s a sensitive appendage, she thought to herself as she grew closer to catching him.
