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.