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"Do not argue, Rais," Anki said. He stroked his beard and curled up the ends of his mustaches. "Why can't you simply enjoy the moment and move along, like the rest of my guard. They do not question, argue, or ruin what is supposed to be a perfectly good night of feasting and fucking."
As ever looking at the mask on his bodyguard's face proved fruitless, as there was no expression there. Surely his eyes burned with irritation, and even a twinge of disappointment. Most men would jump at the opportunity to escort their merchant prince to a brothel, an opportunity to take in the sights, and perhaps get a grope here or there.
Except his mouth, that was all that was visible that one would see in the small grooved cut out on that ivory mask.
"I am not arguing with you. I am simply wondering why your, ahem, party cannot simply be done at your manor my lord," Rais murmured back, careful of his tone and manner. He did not wish to step out of line as the wagon rolled down the street and the red lantern hung outside of Madam Oire's establishment.
"Because I can take a concubine at any time, Rais. But a lovely lady of the night, my friend. These are rare creatures that are a wonder to indulge in. Please, no more talk. We are here. Or I swear I will have a conniption."
Rais burned at the thought. No, it would not do to embarrass his employer, and doing so would not end well for him. He was here as a servant, and to protect Anki Aiavar from potential danger – and perhaps of making a fool of himself.. As they were aided out of the cart by the other three guards at his back, Rais kept himself steady and went in right at Anki's back, eyes surveying the establishment. Oh...it was much nicer than he expected.
"Hello my dear. Madame Oire, it is so lovely to see you again," Anki murmured, leaning into the Mistress's side and kissing her cheek, left then right. "I hope you are well. I admit, you always look radiant. I just want to devour you here and now." He growled with eager hunger, wrapping an arm around the older woman's waist, and her hands gently shoved him off.
Anki was handsome and distinguished for his age, closer to 50 than 60, and had a natural charm to him that the Mistress of the house had taken a shine to. "My working days are long over, Anki. But, perhaps one of my girls can interest you in sating your hunger? I think Yari remembers you, doesn't she?"
A young slender creature stepped forward, with her sandy hair having been bleached at the ends and she waved her hands at Anki, nodding. She didn't need to say much more other than what she did with her hands, waving them across his arms, and wrapping one gently around Anki's elbow. He laughed and gently pinched her chin with interest. "I think she does," he murmured.
"I'm please you will allow me to entertain you, my lord," she spoke at last, and kept her gaze low, demure.
Anki laughed. "Yari, Yari, be still my heart. I think she will do just fine, Madame Oire. I did come here to have a good time, after all. And if you can, please help my friend, Rais here, relax as well," Anki chuckled, admiring the girl's high cheekbones and sultry posture.
Rais did a double-take, sputtering. "My lord? W-wait!"
But Anki waved him off. And soon he was sitting on a lounge, deep in conversation.
"Oh, I'm sure I can find him someone," Madame Oire murmured, tone soft, and looking him over.