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Post by Metarie on

Ree sighed and ran her hand through her hair. She'd heard a most unusual creature existed who was apparently resistant to sexually transmitted diseases. Granted, said individual was a high-class prostitute in Qadis. This meant she had to fund an expedition to Qadis and then foot the bill to meet the person in question, BUT if the rumor was true! Advancing cures for diseases that killed many people was worth the cost. She'd even approached Bela, who had, surprisingly, agreed to sponsor her interest.

Although she treated the licensed prostitutes in Marn, Ree had never had cause to seek out their services. One might imagine how awkward she felt inquiring about him once in Qadis. Especially when one considered the looks the hotel staff gave her.

"No, ha.." Ree lifted her medical bag. "It's for ... advancing medical knowledge." The staff members just gave her a little wink and a nod.
Who didn't like to play Doctor, hmmm? If rumor was to be believed, though, more than one person had needed a doctor... after. A giggle escaped the clerk as the manager nodded solemnly and agreed to arrange for the meeting.

"Oh, Theogious," she muttered and ran her hand through her hair again.

"If you will return to your room, my Lady, an escort will advise when your appointment can be facilitated."

She'd had to wait. For two weeks, but finally, the day had come. Ree checked to ensure the syringes and vials were safely packed, before checking that she looked suitably professional. A knock on the door meant the cab had arrived.

She barely saw the streets of Qadis as she thought about meeting Raeyen. She was nervous. She'd brought her sketch book as well as other items to record the elficorn's vital information. The cab stopped in front of a house and she stepped down onto the sidewalk.

"Here?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Ah." Ree paid for the cab. "Thank you."

With that, she mounted the steps and knocked on the door.

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Post by Raeyen on

Mmmmmh. A foreigner on his schedule. Ooh la la, and a barbarian elf from the wild thars no less! How exotic. According to Violante's brief notes she wanted to play doctor, and had seemed 'shy' 'embarrassed'. A first timer, then. How delightful! The freshly bathed Raeyen posed naked before his changing mirrors, deciding on the theme for his next client. How should he present himself? The last lass had expressed a thing for redheads, and Raeyen was still pale, freckled, and possessed of a mane of red hair. The effect of the hair, admittedly, had been slightly marred by the opalescent shimmering of his fae ancestry. That could go straight away. Blonde was always good. Nobody ever complained about rainbow blondes.

Skin tone. That was the hard part. Apparently Violante had not been able to determine much at all in the way of the elfmaid's preferences. That shyness again. Maybe a virgin? Oh, but that would be disappointing. Easy to please, one supposed. Still, it was awkward having to change to be able to fit the darling virgins without doing them an injury, at least without making it obvious he was making the change. First time he'd had a virgin had been a catastrophe. Lessons were learned that day, lessons were definitely learned. It's bad for business when a client gasps in horror rather than pleasure. Changers, was he doomed to retain that memory forever?!

But he was digressing. She was from the eastern wastelands, apparently. Perhaps dusky? A desertish tan? Oh yes, that sounded rugged and wonderful. Raeyen eyed the results of his first efforts. Too dark... now, too light. Ugh, no. What had that shade even been? Curdled coffee?! Coffee, okay, that could work. Yes, coffee-tanned. Much better, and contrasted the blonde hair nicely. Oh yes, look at the water residue glisten on that darker skin. Green eyes? Green eyes. And maybe a halfway compromise between delicate elven cheekbones and a rugged human jaw. Delightfully horse nomadesque, surely. Not that he'd ever really seen one of those, but the literature went into such lovely detail that he felt pleased with his rendition. A couple of flexes to check the musculature... oh yes, very nice. It was a shame he couldn't have two of himself, really.

Oh dear, time was dwindling. The costume, then. Something doctory. Oh! The toga look from the classics. Everyone knew the ancient doctors wore those, and they were so deliciously revealing, easy to remove, and yet tasteful all at once. However did the toga go out of fashion, anyway? Well, there was a sight for lustful eyes. Dark tanned, blonde-maned, and a toga to reveal enough to get the juices flowing. Yes, job well done. He even got the hands and feet right. Oh, wait, the tail. People don't have tails. There, fixed. The horn could stay though. His clients generally expected it.

When Metarie was escorted to his chambers by one of Violante's waiting girls, and his own door subsequently knocked upon, Raeyen said brightly "Do come in, dear Metarie, I understand you have requested a full physical examination?" Violante, apparently, had not mentioned whom was meant to be the doctor in this scenario, and Raeyen was somewhat taken aback by Ree's bag of medical equipment. My goodness she had come prepared... and seemed very committed to the role. But he was a professional, and he could make this work, dammit. He offered the elven woman a wink, a smile, and a chair. He had rearranged the chamber to have a material divider concealing the bed, with a table, and three comfortable chairs to attempt the semblance of a doctor's room. Raeyen did not sit until Ree did, and hoped he could get a swift read on this mystery client based on where and how she sat. She had travelled a long way, and paid much, for this visit. It would not do if he failed to fulfil whatever fantasies were carousing in that pretty head of hers.

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Post by Metarie on

Ree had no idea what to expect. When the voice called out about her requesting a full physical examination, Ree looked hesitantly toward the serving girl. Unfortunately, the girl had already backed away and left Ree to open the door. Ree inhaled a breath, stepped into the room, and stared.

She couldn’t help it. A man stood before her, with dark, dark skin, blond hair shimmering with rainbows, a single horn on his forehead, the musculature and features of a Grecian god, and wearing a toga. Ree blinked... more than a few times.

The man graciously gestured to a chair, but before sitting Ree placed her hand over her heart and greeted him formally. He was part elf, after all.

“A star shines on the hour of our meeting.”

Then, she took a seat, resting her bag on her knees. She wore a well-fitted overcoat that stopped at her knees. Under the coat, she wore tunic of some soft fabric. Buttons marched from her collarbone to bottom of the shirt, most were buttoned but for one or two near her neck. Snug leggings covered her legs and her boots were well cared for. Nothing she wore seemed cheaply made, but it certainly wasn’t haute couture, either. Her hair was pulled back loosely from her face. It was obvious from her build, her hands, and her skin, that she took care of herself.

Ree glanced around the room and at the divider before pulling her notebook and pencils from her bag. She looked at Raeyen expectantly with a smile.

“About the physical… yes, I was hoping to learn more about you.”

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Post by Raeyen on

Ahh, the blinking double take. Raeyen had chosen well for this scene it seemed. That was a relief, and worthy of some gratuitous self-congratulation at a later hour. The woman had definitely come from the country, and the plain cut of her clothing brought Raeyen some confidence in his own choice of a toga. He hadn't embarrassed his customer by a difference in the quality of clothing, which was another relief. As the elven woman gathered her composure and sat, the elficorn gigolo read what he could from those brief moments of movement and body language. Demure, uncertain, and definitely a first time visitor to his kind of establishment. How utterly darling.

With his client settled. and her bag of tricks providing some kind of adorable safety blanket for her, Raeyen took a seat as well. It was a careful movement, one practised in the past, so that the special cut of his particular style of toga could display almost the full length of one leg and and the curve of his pectoral muscles. So shy, this one, wanting to talk first. But that was not unprecedented in his vocation. He was also beginning to get the distinct impression that he wasn't meant to be the doctor in the scenario.

Time to shift tactics "But of course. I am at your service, Metarie." Raeyen smiled, giving a slight emphasis to 'service', his teeth gloriously white as if he'd never had a problem with dental hygiene in his life. That smile was the result of a lot of mirror work over the years. The elficorn was privately very proud of it. "I take it that you have some questions, or perhaps you wished to examine me first?" Raeyen slightly raised one eyebrow. Not quite suggestively, but just on the border of it.

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Post by Metarie on

There was a certain something in the way he posed and the way he spoke that put her off-beat and made her pause. Ree stared for a moment as if trying to read him as he had read her. She blinked. Her only conclusion was that he was so accustomed to putting on a show that he didn’t know how to do anything else. It was kind of sad, really. Had he ever known anything else?

Ree looked down at her notebook before looking back to Raeyen once more.

“Yes, I’d like to do both. I admit I am very curious about you. Stories about you have traveled across the empire and back. If they are true, you could help so many people. ” A hint of excitement, maybe even fervor, peeked through her gaze and smile as Ree looked at him.

“Would you help me, help others?” Ree had leaned forward, toward the edge of her seat, notebook forgotten for the time being.

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Post by Raeyen on

There was something horribly amiss here. She was not giving the usual responses he was used to in a client. Maybe she was more committed to the role than the play? The notebook hinted towards it, certainly. Some of the other entertainers in the House of Nepenthe had spoken of such clients, but Raeyen had never personally encountered such a phenomena. And really, shouldn't stories about him speak about his finesse and stamina? She was looking at him like some kind of exciting new trend in fashion. Which was novel, granted, but very bizarre.

What did she mean, help her help others? He'd dodge that question with his own for now. Maybe she was one of those people who sought employment at the House of Nepenthe, and thought to provide a sample with one of the existing entertainers? Violante wouldn't take an employee's word on anything, though, she oversaw all applicants interviews.

Raeyen could really only improvise on the scene and see how things progressed. "Stories, Metarie? About myself?" Raeyen gestured towards his chest, brushing one gleaming pectoral muscle with his manicured hand "Whatever could those stories say?" Raeyen feigned a more attractive posture of confusion to cover the genuine confusion beneath. This was genuinely abnormal. Almost as weird as his shapeshifter client. Maybe she was his shapeshifter client, playing games? No, that one wouldn't last two minutes before dragging Raeyen to the bed.

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Post by Metarie on

The brush of hand across chest went completely unnoticed. Ree nodded.

"Yes, about you." She smiled gently at his posturing.

"Let's start with your appearance. Descriptions vary. Are you a shape-shifter? What is your natural form? May I see it?" Ree's look was interested, but not lascivious as she glanced over the form he'd taken.

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Post by Raeyen on

Raeyen arched an eyebrow. This was definitely not doctor talk, sexy or otherwise. What was Violante's game here? Letting in reporters without warning now? That would be just like her, the snittish bitch. The elf lady's Eyropan was accented, but not so poor as to necessarily belong to a barbarian from the Thars. Raeyen bought an extra moment's thinking time by giving a half answer in response to Metarie dodging his own question. "Darling, I can take the form of whatever fantasy you desire. Take as much of a look as you like." The toga was slipped off in the space of an instant, leaving Raeyen imitating a Grecian statue with sculpted musculature. The gigolo threw in a wink for good measure. Hopefully that would throw her off-balance while he asked a more pertinent question.

It went against his normal approach to his work, but there was really no other option - it was time for clarification. He'd do Violante's bloody job for her "My dear Metarie, I do apologise for breaking character here, but what are you actually seeking out of this liaison?" Raeyen stretched his naked body for a moment and smiled with a hint of mischief "It is becoming distressingly apparent that you are not here for my usual services. Now don't get me wrong, gorgeous, you have paid for an hour of my time. And it is your prerogative whether to make use of that hour in the normal fashion, or otherwise, but it will help things along if I know exactly what your desire is." Not that his clients' tastes were 'normal' by any stretch of the imagination, but they were generally came to him for sex, or at least their individual definitions of sex. One noble lady from Hasele had some very interesting ideas on that particular topic.

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Post by Metarie on

Ree started to say that she was not here to fulfill the kind of fantasy he thought she was. The unexpected, flourishing exposure of his body was... unexpected. Ree blinked, lips parted. The unorthodox, decidedly un-clinical way in which he'd disrobed ... She looked. How could she not look? Her mouth dropped open a little more before she caught herself and shut her mouth tightly, the expression around her mouth becoming a mix of chagrin at herself for being caught off guard and viewing a patient in a less-than-professional way. It wasn't as if she hadn't seen numerous naked men in all shapes and sizes. She'd just never seen one that well... formed, before. He really had taken on the likeness of Art, something so beautiful, it begged to be admired and exalted, except of course that one "area" that was definitely not like the marble statues that lined the Piazza.

Her gaze slid to the side and a hint of color crept into her cheeks. Ree inhaled a breath through her nose and stood abruptly. She wore an earnest look as she took one step then another toward him before stopping, the notebook clutched tightly against her chest, and looking up at him. Ree took in a deep breath and spoke,

"My fantasy is finding out if the rumor of your ability to withstand sexually transmitted disease is true and using that knowledge to help create a cure so that others will no longer die painful deaths, especially children whose mother's birth them and transmit the disease to them at birth making their little lives short and painful." Another stride and she was right in front of him, a hand extended, fingers lightly touching his forearm.

Standing this close, she might smell nice. The scent was ... fresh, light, and maybe a little like sweet grass and tea, maybe a little like the soft scent of clover - maybe, like her it was ... wholesome. This close one could see that her face was devoid of make-up. Her lashes were long and dark, naturally. Her skin was smooth with a healthy, golden undertone. Her lips were a natural mauvish-pink. Her hair was a dark auburn. Her eyes were green, neither pale nor bright, a deep green with flecks of gold around the pupil. Her features were not freakishly skewed (by human standards) as some elves' could be (by elvish standards maybe she might be considered a little too well proportioned?). Her cheekbones were high, but some propitious fortune made the angles and curves of her face harmonious. Her ears tapered to the delicate points that made elf-identification that much easier.

"To do that, I need to examine you - the real you. Please? Help me?" There was entreaty in that green-eyed gaze, that posture. "Please?"

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Post by Raeyen on

As Metarie lost some of her composure, Raeyen made a mental note to have a proper gloat later on, really make an event of it. His intuition had been spot on. Who needed Violante's notes after all? Not this stallion. His sense of inner triumph lasted from the moment the delightful lady lost control of her jaw, right through the blush, and up until the moment she spoke. Such was so often the way, alas. Nonetheless, Raeyan had to concede, this one got the prize for most unusual request yet. And yes, that included the one time the shapeshifter brought a cuttlefish along. Because even then it had still been about the sex.

"That... is a most exotic fantasy." And quite the mood-killer, as well, truth be told. Pretty elf, close proximity, and fresh scent notwithstanding. Don't get him wrong, Raeyen could get off on many things. Most things, in fact, not to mention some things which he really would rather not have discovered had erotic applications. That was the sordid price of professionalism. But really, this Metarie had found and uttered a combination of concepts which could drain the lust right out of a cat shifter in heat. Nonetheless, Raeyen cupped Metarie's chin in his hand as he looked into her eyes and worked swiftly on an appropriate response.

Wait, rumours? What rumours? How had those started? ...Violante. Had to be. It had all the trademarks of one of her 'brilliant' ways of 'attracting new customers'. He'd better not tell her about this. She might get the horrible idea that such tactics were working. The horror! And speaking of horror... "That sounds all very lovely and altruistic, Metarie" ...and utterly insane, but who was he to judge? "...but as much as I adore showing off the 'real me' - because frankly, and I'm foreshadowing here darling, I am fabulous - this room really isn't set up for that kind of a show." Raeyen smiled his sultry 'we're one bed away from multiple orgasms' smile "One needs a grander stage." The simple fact was that the room was not designed to fit anything centauroid. Those clients had their appointments specially arranged, and conducted at Raeyen's private residence. "Which presents us with something of a dilemma, sweetie."

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Post by Metarie on

This close she could smell him, too, and it was as off-putting and the unexpected disrobing. Determined to put more space between them, Ree almost, almost managed it. Until, of course, he cupped her chin and met her gaze with practiced soulfulness. For a hair's breadth, the charisma almost, almost worked. It showed, if he was looking for it, in the dilation of her pupils, the deepening of her breath as she breathed in the scent of him, and the slight parting of her lips. It was subtle, very subtle, but her desire to help others was greater than her desire to bed anyone.

She hadn't dropped the notebook from her chest, though she did gesture toward the area that was set up like an exam table with the hand whose fingertips had been lightly brushing against his arm.

"I suppose, if I could get a few blood samples, then I could at least do testing in a lab environment to see if the claims were valid."

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Post by Raeyen on

A few what?! Raeyen took an involuntary half step backwards. "...Noooo. No. Nonono." Raeyen backpedalled. Put a chair between himself and the madwoman. "Been there, never again. It's even in the contract now. No bloodletting. None. Nada. Nil." You know what else is good about togas? As easy to swish around the body as they are to remove. And Raeyen was most definitely wanting a layer of anything between himself and the barbarian.

Oh, he'd heard the stories, alright. Used to think they were just wild, if entertaining, speculation. But it seemed the savages really did have strange blood fetishes. "See Violante for a full refund. Thank-you-for-your-time, deepest-pleasure-etcetera, sorry-to-have-disappointed. Oh, and ask Violante for an appointment with Callix regarding blood play." Raeyen fluttered his hands at her, in a shooing motion, as if that were somehow a ward against blood-letting barbarians.

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Post by Metarie on

Wait.. what?

"B-b-blood Play?" Ree blanched and looked sickened, appalled, and even a little horrified, before standing up straight with her chin held high.

"I am a Doctor! of Medicine! A healer! I am most definitely not some sick fetishist with a thing for blood." Ree's legs gave out and she sunk to a chair, running her hand through her hair. "Why would I want an appointment with someone for that?! Theogious! I've never even visited anyone in your trade. I treat them."

She reached for her bag and pulled out her credentials, holding them out to Raeyen. "See? Legitimate! When I booked the time I showed my credentials and explained what I wanted and needed. I even had to speak to the owner of the establishment, who I agreed I could conduct your annual physical. Didn't they tell you?"

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Post by Raeyen on

Raeyen took a moment to regain his composure. It was a heroic effort, really, the kind of thing songs should be written about if you asked him. Certainly it helped that the woman seemed as repulsed as Raeyen about the notion of blood fetishes, but then she might just be mad. As Metarie sank into a chair, Raeyen settled himself into the chair he had but a moment ago been using as a makeshift barricade.

A doctor of medicine, she said. Really. Raeyen looked at the credentials she provided. Marn? Where the hell was Marn? He'd never even heard of it. "Yes, well, you wouldn't be the first real doctor that used my services to indulge in some patient fantasies. What is a Marn University, anyway, and where in the sunken lands is that?" Raeyen finished looking through Metarie's paperwork "I don't even see a recommendation here from Qadis' guild of healers. Anyone would think this was fake." No wonder Violante told him she was just here to play doctor.

"As for me, I was simply told I had a client whose interest was a doctor scene." Raeyen was still going to have a damn good whinge that Violante had not even told him that the client was taking on the doctor role. What an utter mess this appointment had turned into. Thank goodness his next one was a lot more straightforward. Well, as straightforward as anything involving someone that tireless, but he was up to the challenge. "Anyway, our examinations are monthly, and have never involved a blood test. I mean, how barbaric! Haven't your people heard of magic?" Raeyen caught himself derailing down a rather ill-mannered path. "Ahem, my apologies. That was rude of me. In any case: The House of Nepenthe permits only the most experienced members in good standing from the healer's guild of Qadis to examine its employees. Our clientele has an expectation of an absolutely disease-free environment."

In fact, apart from one time when the physical had come after a particularly rambunctious client with sharp fingernails, most physicals these days were a quick 'Clothes off, precious. Lovely. Any injuries or illnesses? I didn't think so. Better double check, anyway. Feel free to hold a pose while I process the normal invocations. Oh, you naughty thing. See you at the usual time? Splendid, I always look forward to it. I'll send you a painting of what I'd like this time, thanks Raeyen honey. Clean bill of health as usual'. Hmm, yes, and only two weeks until the next one, as a matter of fact. Talk about physicians with a sense of fun. "So, you can see why Violante would assume you were a client and not a legitimate physician, yes? She probably just thought you were more committed to the role than most clients were."

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Post by Metarie on

Ree blinked again, taken aback. "To the East, on the Sooquoi Plains."

"Guild of... oh, you mean this?" Ree flipped through the pages of her notebook and pulled out another document, this one with an official Quadis seal. The document proclaimed Metarie Sehkhara of Marn a gifted healer in both physical and magic-based medicinal practices. In fact, an additional seal showed she had achieved marks in the top 1%.

"Yes, exactly, which is why I need blood samples. Barbaric as it might seem, there are places in this world where magic is not depended upon and even with magic, the process is not guaranteed due to the Seal effectively keeping all but a small percentage of Astral energies to permeate the world.. Frankly, societies that are so dependent upon magic are decaying. When was the last time something truly innovative ..." Ree's voice trailed off. She had gone on a rant, albeit an earnest and idealistic one.




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