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[trustsnone]

[Chataya is lounging in an elegant dress (courtesy of Porrim), long legs crossed, and looking entirely at home amongst the various pillows and draped fabrics around her. She gives the screen a small, relaxed smile - this is her element, and she feels more at home now than she has since she arrived.]

For anyone in need of some...professional company [that's probably the best way to put it, and those who want what she's really offering will know what she means], I am pleased to announce that I will be offering my services from the brothel in Highcrest.

Do stop by and see me one evening.

Comments

[trustsnone]

My thoughts exactly. If it's something that everyone involved enjoys, why be ashamed to discuss it?

[genitrix]

Yes! No+t to+ mentio+n, they're just bo+dy parts. Everyo+ne has the same o+nes.

[She reconsiders, then adds:]

Well, almo+st everyo+ne.

[trustsnone]

[Oh, Porrim gets an eyebrow raised curiously at the screen for that remark.]

[genitrix]

[Another troll might dodge the implied question there, but if there's one thing Porrim isn't, it's shy about her body.]

We trolls have a very...distinct morphology, let's say.

[trustsnone]

Funnily enough, you've only served to make me more curious.

[genitrix]

[She places a hand over her mouth, coquettishly.]

Oops.

You did mention wanting to take a better look, before.

[trustsnone]

[She laughs.]

I'm sensing that I may have landed my first customer. And I do have to pay you back for all these wonderful dresses, somehow.

[genitrix]

[Porrim sweeps her hair over to one shoulder, placing one sculpted shoulder on display.]

I believe you did. I think that's a payment I can gladly accept.

[trustsnone]

[Two can play at that game - Chataya crosses one leg over the other, revealing a pale swath of skin.]

Well, then, you have first pick of appointments. My schedule is entirely free.

[genitrix]

[She makes a sound low in her throat that sounds remarkably like a chirp.]

Shall I take it up with your employer, then?

[trustsnone]

[Oh. Oh. Well, that's new and exciting.

She waves her hand dismissively.]

I wouldn't bother. Since no one is paying for my time here, I doubt I need to make anything official.

[genitrix]

Well, that's far more convenient.

[She thinks for a moment, not that she really needs to; her schedule is equally wide open.]

Tomorrow evening? Say...seven.

[trustsnone]

Perfect. I'll be expecting you, then.

[genitrix]

I assure you, I won't be late.