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Rexanna hadn’t really been to the place where only houses had been located. She had set up her own place to stay in the Settlement with a lower room where she could eventually convert it to her messenger station. Yet she had heard through the grapevine of the tavern and some of the unknown locals passing by that there was some kind of church starting – and at the helm was Bastien. A smile grew on her face as she remembered the smooth talking man whom she had met at the festival with the lanterns, and his scrutiny of the art that had adorned the lantern she had been looking at.

Though they hadn’t officially met, and she planned to change that. She had enjoyed his company well enough, however distracted it had been by all the others that had approached. Perhaps an official meeting was in order. So she had found herself here, with Remi’s gift to her tightly held beneath her arm and against her chest as she trudged through the snow – having pulled on layers of clothes to try and fight the chill. A pale fur scarf she had found in the abandoned house of hers was wrapped around her neck a few times in an effort to push away the cold.

Then, when she thought she had found the correct place, she knocked on the door briskly, before shoving the hand in a pocket to try and keep it warm while she waited. She wanted to learn what his church was about – what god it was representing, and if perhaps it were Frey, she could kill two birds with one stone per say. She needed to indulge in pleasure for Frey to fix her voice, and she intended on following through with it. Maybe Bastien had an idea that could help, or point her in the right direction?

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BASTIEN
Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul
Bastien had done a lot of socialising and hosting lately, so had decided to take a day to himself. Burning Safrin's candle to make the room sparkle with stars, he was painting. Humming a tune to himself, he took sips from a glass of wine that was honestly better than he would have imagined anything made by alchemy and not classical methods would be.

Before him an image was beginning to appear of a lake reflecting the night sky above it. If one looked for long enough, on the shore there was a dark, vague figure of a woman.

He was about to add in some more features, make her just a little more noticeable, when there was a knock at the door. As much as this was meant to be a day alone, he always liked surprise guests. Taking a last sip of his wine, he walked to the door and opened it wide, not bothering to put on a shirt (after all, the vibe of the church did not really call for shirts).

Rexanna was not someone Bastien recognised. He smiled and held up a hand to wave and welcome her inside.

"Hello, beautiful stranger. Can I, or the Casa Safrin help you?"

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Luck had struck Rexanna as the door opened and Bastien stood behind it. He was shirtless, and she found her eyes dancing around his torso before landing on his face with an amused grin. As he spoke, however, with that uniquely wonderful accent, she offered him a brilliant smile. Perhaps he didn’t recognize her from the festival, but that was fine. There had been a lot going on there. So she tilted her head and gave him a dazzling smile. “Rexanna. It’s Bastien, right? We met briefly at the festival.” She began, the purr in her voice not fully met by her eyes, but there was a hint of something roguish beneath the sapphire hues.

I heard about your church and I was curious to learn about it, if you’ll indulge me?” Her voice was laced with that honey-dipped hue as she gestured with her head to the inside of the church. The way things were going already, the way Bastien had answered the door, seemed to speak to the type of church it was and the more her suspicions were beginning to be confirmed. If it was really as she thought, it might help her in her process of searching for passion enough to appease Frey into granting her the entirety of her voice back.

It was something that she had to at least try, and Rexanna wasn’t typically shy about the number of people she’d slept with. It wasn’t something she hated doing, either. If anything, Rexanna was happy enough to indulge in promiscuity at any time – and the vibe she got from Bastien and his church seemed like it was a perfect place for her to fit in and simply indulge.
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BASTIEN
Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul
Noticing Rexanna's wandering eyes, Bastien responded with a cocky grin and a wink. Not enough people here admired his body - it had taken some work after all, and maintaining it here was difficult. He had taken to doing a series of exercises every morning when he woke up, and lifting bags filled with dirt instead of weights.

"Ah, yes. I could not forget such a beauty." He smiled, though honestly he had only the vaguest recollection of her. So much had happened since that festival. He had become a 'religious' leader in the space of a few weeks; things like festivals from before had faded in his memory a little.

He was simply thrilled to find out someone had heard about the church. That meant it was working, that the rumours and careful ideas he had planted around were finally catching on. It meant that soon there could be others; others meant a community. It was hard to hide the beam on his face as he stood back to let Rexanna in. "Please. Come in. There is not anything in particular going on at the moment, but you are welcome to come in and look and talk."

The room she would enter was a dim blue, the air seemingly filled with stars all around, pinpricks of impossible light. A tall blue candle burnt at one end (seemingly just begun, as there was no wax dripping from it) and a few chairs and tables bore bottles and glasses, signs of previous nights spent drinking. In the middle stood a hastily constructed easel with a canvas and paints; Bastien moved this aside to walk to the back and bring out two glasses.

"Could I get you a drink? And I would love to know just what you want from this Church of mine. What have you heard? I would like to know how I could help."

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As Bastien spoke, she offered him a charming grin and a small amused laugh. And she watched as he moved aside, a glow about him at her mentioning she’d heard of his church. It had to have felt good, creating something and having others you never told about it, learn about it and be interested in it. She wondered what it felt like, but she appreciated that it had caused such elation for him as he moved aside to allow her in. “Thank you.” She hummed, hurrying inside so Bastien could close the door before allowing too much of the chill in.

At first, she was met with a brilliant hue of blue – a similar color to her eyes she thought as she stopped in the middle of it. It was beautiful, and she found her breath catching as she noticed the addition of the small amount of stars that danced around. Her attention slipped to the easel as he moved it, saddened a bit at the idea of interrupting him if he was busy. But he returned quickly, with two glasses in hand, and she nodded with another smile sent his way. “That would be lovely.” She began, taking another long look around before settling on Bastien again as she moved to the chairs and sat in one – one long leg crossing over the other.

I’ve heard that it’s a place of arts and pleasure, something that I’m a fan of.” She purred, her eyes finding Bastien again from her glance around the room. “I… I was recently cursed by a god and they suggested in fixing my voice that I indulge myself in some pleasure.” She began with a small, almost nervous laugh. “I heard this might be the place to find that sort of thing.” Her head tilted slightly as she leaned forward. “But I’d like to know what you intend it to be, and I apologize in advance if I’m mistaken.” She gestured around the room with her hand. It certainly looked like what she thought it did, but looks could be deceiving. And she truly didn’t want to offend.
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BASTIEN
Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul
The gasp and smile at the effect from the candle was like a drug to Bastien - he had always been a performer. He knew just how breathtaking it could be; had spent some time simply sat in the place watching the stars move about the room and wondering if they resembled real constellations in this world.

Rexanna's careful retelling of what she knew was charming; Bastien supposed if he were a real priest he might find such an interpretation offensive. As it was, he was pleased to know his desires for the place were so clear. A cocky smirk on his face, he leaned onto the table and gently began swirling his drink around in his hand.

"No, that sounds just right to me. I have always been somebody active in the arts and...ah, the more pleasurable parts of life. What some could call reckless hedonism. I may call it the same, but with much less disdain. This church is definitely a site of that...devoted to the Goddess Safrin, whom has been kind enough to give it her blessing. The candle was a gift from her." He gestured to the candle with an incline of his head.

Rexanna's mention of a curse from another God gave him pause; he knew Safrin was not fond of those touched by Frey...but there was another God, one he couldn't quite remember the name of. Keeping his voice to that of polite interest, he asked: [say'" Cursed? I am surprised you want to come to place like this after such an experience. Tell me, who was it that cursed you, and why?"

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Bastien leaned forward onto the table and swirled his drink, a grin forming on his face that she returned – perhaps a bit relieved that she hadn’t misinterpreted his intentions for his church. It sounded right up her alley, a place to worship while being worshipped, in a way. She only wondered if Frey would be offended that it was under a different god that she was partaking in. Unless Frey didn’t particularly care how she went about enjoying herself so long as she did.

He spoke, however, confirming her suspicions and a smirk quirked her own lips up slightly at the corners. Yet she tilted her head to him as he spoke of Safrin, and the candle that was a gift from such a deity. Her head turned to survey the gorgeous candle as the beauty of it sparkled in her eyes. She wasn’t sure what to say in response, other than the fact that it was beautiful once again. Something she had spotted from her very entry into the church. Perhaps the Goddess liked that idea, being the center of attention? Rexanna could understand – would think that if she were a god that she’d want to be remembered the same; worshipped the same way.

However, Rexanna’s own recollection of what had happened with Frey seemed to catch Bastien’s attention and she found her sapphire gaze shifting from the candle back to him. “I never got their name.” She began, swirling her drink before taking a sip. “I tried to fix what happened to a friend, and instead of that they taught me a very valuable lesson.” She offered with a light shrug and half laugh. “Also told me to fix my voice I should try enjoying myself, suggested even a threesome to get the job done.” Her laugh was more chiming this time at the mention of it, but the seriousness of the task was well heard.

And well, here I am.” She hummed, her sultry voice softening with a wink in his direction. She paused for a few more heartbeats, looking back to the easel with a curious eye. “You said you were a man of the arts, would you care for a model? I apologize if I interrupted you, it’s the least I can do.” She purred with another tilt of her head.
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BASTIEN
Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul
Bastien was a little upset he hadn't met the kind of God who proposed threesomes, just for a moment - but Safrin didn't express forbid those kind of things, at least. He did smirk just at the idea of having a threesome for a divine purpose...it was his kind of thing. "What do you mean, fix your voice, uccello che canta? It sounds perfect to me." He knew he was being overly charming, too much even, but she did sound just fine to him.

The suggestion from Rexanna that she could model was so plucked from his fantasies he was for a moment unsure it had actually happened. Since he had come to Caido he had not thought to ask anyone to model, considering them all too busy making inventions or stabbing monsters to stand about and be painted. The only person he had observed on the canvas was Safrin, and he certainly didn't ask the Goddess to stay still for him.

"I would love that. It has been a long time since I worked from a model before me. Please, let me get a fresh canvas." Bastien stood up and took his current work off of the easel, grabbing another small canvas and placing it on. "Though - if you're hoping this is going to lead to a threesome, I'm afraid we're missing a participant."

As he prepped the canvas, painting on a soft wash of blue for the background, he waved about in front of him. "Pose how you like. You can sit down if you would prefer, and wear as many or little clothes as you like."

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She huffed a quiet chimed laugh as he smirked to her and told her that her voice sounded fine. “Yes well, I don’t want the whole world to think I want to sleep with them.” She emitted a louder laugh, shrugging her shoulders lightly. “You should see the shop keepers when I talk to them.” She added with a swift wink and another chimed laugh. At least Rexanna was in good company with Bastien, having a fun and interesting conversation about his church and his art. That much had gone well already, and she was relieved when he accepted her offer.

Her eyes scanned him as he moved to grab another canvas and spoke to her again. Another laugh slipped from her as she shook her head. “Well, they also told me to enjoy myself anyway. Which I am.” She nodded her head in a way that bounced the dark wavy tresses in a definite kind of gesture as she beamed a smile to him. As he prepared the canvas, she had already begun to take off her first layer of clothing. She offered him a nod and a rogue smile as she continued to take off layer after layer.

We just met and you already know me so well!” She hummed with her sultry voice, cracking a smile along the corner of her lips. It was still a bit chilly in the church, and so she elected to mostly undress but retain her intimates. She’d let Bastien decide in the end if they came off, whether due to the canvas or not. Then, she looked to a place to pose, keeping her face mostly neutral and electing to pose on her knees, halfway looking over her shoulder back to him before smiling slightly at him. “Put me in whatever position you’d like, you know better at what you want to improve on.” She purred to him.



Kind of how I imagine her posing starting off; Clicky!
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BASTIEN
Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul
Bastien still wasn't quite sure what she meant about her voice. She seemed fine to him, perhaps a little flirty, but that was hardly a crime. Especially not in this place. "I'm sure they are just captivated by your beauty to the point of stupefaction."

Hardly even after he'd gotten the words out, Rexanna was stripping. Bastien considered finding some water that hadn't yet frozen to dunk his head in, to see if this was some sort of dream he had to wake up from.

Moving forward he first grabbed a cloth from a nearby chair and motioned for Rexanna to kneel up for just a moment so he could place it underneath her knees, to cushion and warm her. "We want you to be comfortable above all else, tesora." With that done, he gently touched her heel to move it closer to him, then angled her shoulders slightly differently.

"That will do for the moment. I am just going to do some sketches, so you can move however you wish soon." Moving to his canvas, Bastien began to draw out her basic forms with a simple light blue line, taking up about half his canvas. "Tell me, have you always liked the arts? You seem very willing to become a subject."

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Rexanna offered him another chimed, honey dipped laugh with a light shake of her head as she prepared. Yet before she had gotten into position, she offered a thankful smile to Bastien as he moved to place a cloth beneath her knees. She knelt onto the warm cloth with a light sigh of relief, though the light touch of goosebumps trailed along her spine and tops of her shoulders. She wasn’t cold, not entirely. Yes it was chilly, but there were other things on her mind to ward off the cold. Her body was simply reacting to it, to the warmth of his hand as he angled her shoulders.

She adjusted her heel as well with his help and expert eye. She offered him a light brisk nod as he moved to the canvas and began to sketch. When he pointed a question to her, she blinked for a few seconds, breaking a small nostalgic smile across her face. “I grew up in a palace as a servant. I was always fascinated with all the portraits and sculptures. When I went into training before meeting my ex-husband, we had to learn a few things of history and arts.” She purred to him, her eyes lifting from the canvas to his face.

I mostly preferred charcoal sketches and pottery. The dirty work.” She hummed with a small laugh. “What about you? Have you always been an artist? I’m sure you’d had plenty of models eager to strip nude for you back where you’re from?” Her head wanted to tilt, but she remained still as she could until he okayed her movements.
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BASTIEN
Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul
Bastien added in some details on her legs, tried to capture the delicate curve of her calves and the way that she seemed to kneel so effortlessly (his mind presented another image altogether than the one in front of him at this thought, which he batted away). A shadow underneath her grounded the figure to the floor, where he put in a general sketch of the cloth beneath her, just suggested at the starry pattern.

She had a story that was romantic, fitting of someone beautiful. A servant in a palace, staring up into the world of arts? He loved it immediately. And that she had an 'ex-husband'...immediately he was curious (as much as he was one for higher things, Bastien loved gossip) but didn't ask her of it.

"Your hands might get dirty, but there is little shameful about working in sketches. Indeed, it is sometimes the best way to capture life..." Speaking of sketches, he moved onto her face, trying his best to capture the soulful eyes and soft hair in such a crude medium as paint.

"Me? Ah. I have always been involved in arts of some kind, much to my parents disappointment. I have been a performer, a painter, a writer...all sorts." Her second question made him grin with a laugh, tipping his head back. "Ha! Maybe not quite so many as you imagine, but there were some. But I usually found if they wanted to strip and pose they had....ulterior motives."

Bastien looked past his canvas at Rexanna with a smirk, suggesting with just his eyes that she might not be here just for art either.

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Had Bastien asked of her history, she more than likely would have been easily persuaded to tell him. When she arrived in Caido it had been a big secret, a giant “C” marking branded into her neck that she had hoped to keep hidden from everyone. But Archebold had seen it, Alistair had seen it, even Kaladin too. She had learned quickly it was hard to keep secrets in this town and had begun to tell people a more round about story of it to try and keep the gossip on the low end. Thankfully Frey had been kind enough to her to remove the brand – to allow her to feel herself with others and not have to explain that brutal marking that had marred her skin for years.

She found herself watching him as he spoke of the charcoal and sketches, and she broke a slight smile across her face. “Yes, exactly. Many of the paintings back home were of previous royalty, but I found the most interesting ones to be the ones that told our history.” She paused thoughtfully, as she remembered the battles Halyven had been proud of long before the entire kingdom was sacked by her ruthless ex-husband. “They were full of so much emotion it was… sometimes hard to see them.” She offered, her sultry voice lingering on it despite the seriousness of the conversation.

Luckily, before her mind swept her away to those dark places, Bastien was speaking of his own home. As he spoke of being all kinds of an artist, she smiled to him lightly. “You’re well rounded, it’s a great thing to be.” She hummed to him with a hardly noticeable nod. But then he was laughing, the kind of belly clutching laugh that had surprise cross her features lightly. Her smile broke wider and she laughed lightly with him. “Ah, I can’t say it’s not surprising.” She said with a wink.

Whether Bastien believed her or not, she hadn’t entirely come in here planning to spend the night with him. She very much went with the flow, day by day. Her main mission for the day was to find out if his church was a place to break her curse – and with the answer, she simply decided to indulge in something that he enjoyed, whether it went further from here was something she was still flowing with. Offering him a smirk that tilted up the corner of her lips, she cleared her throat. “It wasn’t entirely my intention if that’s what you’re thinking. Though it’s hard not to with this curse.” She purred to him before laughing quietly.

Believe it or not, I’ve only been with one man since arriving here.” She added with a shocked expression she almost mocked. “Though I’ve flirted with a dozen or more.” She added with a wiggle of her eyebrows and another quiet chuckle.
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BASTIEN
Cause I’ve been making something out of nothing…Like my soul
"Yes. Often the best art is not the stagnant portraits of nobles but the sketch of the washerwoman or the man selling scarves in the street." Bastien nodded, thinking back to hours he had had to spend fixing the poses of whining princesses or bragging dukes. He had hated every minute he'd had to spend with them, making sure their drawn faces were enough of a lie to be pleasing.

She seemed to be unsure as to whether she wanted this to lead anywhere else or not and Bastien would not push her. He focused for a moment on capturing the way the light fell across her back from the window, the harsh line at odds with the softness of her figure. It gave a good contrast, and he switched between a light and dark brush in one hand deftly, practiced.

The 'curse' mentioned again confused him. She had mentioned her voice before, now that it made her seem like she had dirty intentions. Was her curse simply a promiscuous nature? He certainly did not consider that to be one. More of a blessing, really.

With his first rough sketch done, Bastien motioned for Rexanna to stand then came forward and gently pulled one hand up to her chest and the other to rest just under her chin serenely, and moved her feet with his own, just a slide to the left.

"Lucky fellow. I'll just thank my stars I might land in that dozen." He smiled then stepped back, going to make a new sketch on the side of the canvas yet untouched. "Who was this man? I may know him. I've met many while I've been here. There are some I would warn you away from, fiore."



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