When the hostess asked her question, Tal wasn't sure whether he wanted Sunjata to say yes or no. Either way he was going to end up torn between relief and anxiety, and sure enough when he realized that he was losing his chaperone he sent the Flood a final, pleading glance when he thought no one else was looking.
"Of course! I'll escort you back myself," the hostess decided at Sunjata's request, reaching out to ring the bell in truth this time to bring someone else to the desk. She was already stepping around it and offering the Flood a shapely hand to lead him deeper into the compound. Tal could only give his Archon a weak and somewhat wavering grin that was half silent plea for help as the tall demigod took his leave with a wink.
The courier was already being whisked away in a different direction as Varian's arm had somehow hooked through his, and the graceful man purred questions about preferences, shapes, and sizes that Tal Sah struggled to answer without stuttering or blushing. He almost managed to hold his own, at least until they reached the shop for patrons who wanted to take home a souvenir of their time at the brothel.
Then he had some questions of his own.
It was a slightly dazed and bemused courier who let Varian lead him through Mother Molly's ornate doors and soothing grottos afterwards. A couple of bags hung from one hand, fingers curled tight around the drawstrings, and his other arm remained firmly tucked within the redhead's hold as Varian's light chatter earned the occasional nod or shake of TalSah's head.
They finally reached a door deep within the heart of the brothel, an intricately colored marker outside of it meaning something to those who worked there apparently because Varian paused and then knocked lightly before calling out: "Varian and Sah, come to join the fun!"
"Of course! I'll escort you back myself," the hostess decided at Sunjata's request, reaching out to ring the bell in truth this time to bring someone else to the desk. She was already stepping around it and offering the Flood a shapely hand to lead him deeper into the compound. Tal could only give his Archon a weak and somewhat wavering grin that was half silent plea for help as the tall demigod took his leave with a wink.
The courier was already being whisked away in a different direction as Varian's arm had somehow hooked through his, and the graceful man purred questions about preferences, shapes, and sizes that Tal Sah struggled to answer without stuttering or blushing. He almost managed to hold his own, at least until they reached the shop for patrons who wanted to take home a souvenir of their time at the brothel.
Then he had some questions of his own.
It was a slightly dazed and bemused courier who let Varian lead him through Mother Molly's ornate doors and soothing grottos afterwards. A couple of bags hung from one hand, fingers curled tight around the drawstrings, and his other arm remained firmly tucked within the redhead's hold as Varian's light chatter earned the occasional nod or shake of TalSah's head.
They finally reached a door deep within the heart of the brothel, an intricately colored marker outside of it meaning something to those who worked there apparently because Varian paused and then knocked lightly before calling out: "Varian and Sah, come to join the fun!"
