Private Tales The Stars, the Stars, the Stars

[Faye Valimir]

Faye had to keep her teeth sinking into her lip to keep from smiling too wide as he followed her down to fhe cellar. It was lit in torch light, on the last hour of light, but enough to put out light to allow her to navigate the genrous room. There was a door thay led to the wine cellar, but the rest of the space imitated a bedroom, among other things.

Opening the door to the cellar, she gestured for him to step inside. A sconce was already lit from her previous venture down here, so the shelves displaying bottles were visible.

"Please, take your time and choose one." She said, turning to take a seat on the made bed. Faye would wait to see if he would look around the room and notice the oddities. She was grinning, as if a cat playing with a mouse.

"Find anything interesting?"

 

[Talorgan]

Talorgan had his eyes on the wine shelf. He had to reach in to slide a bottle out to look at its label. He looked at just one before glancing over his should at Faye.

He did a small double take.

"Why is there..."

He almost dropped the bottle as he slid it back into the shelf. His gaze went from the bed to the walls.

"Oh. Oh."

She did manage to cause a slightly blush. Talorgan was lost for words for a few seconds. He felt his own breath tighten, suddenly affected by his imagination filling in the blanks.

"So...the parties are real then..."

 

[Faye Valimir]

"Best you get a taste of what to expect at one of Juny's parties " She nodded at the wall nearest to him, where a collar was chained to the wall. "Not a lot of men like to see these decorations. I wonder if they think they are not enough... they don't see the fun and adventure to be had."

That was what it was for her. The exploration, the fascination. Enjoyment to be had.

"I thought you would appreciate getting a glimpse on a small scale before a party. I was invited to one in a week's time if you would..." The woman arched an inquisitive brow at him, waiting to see what he would say.

She would not blame him if he marched back up those stairs.

 

[Talorgan]

"Best you get a taste of what to expect at one of Juny's parties " She nodded at the wall nearest to him, where a collar was chained to the wall.

Talorgan made a small noise. He tried to sound thoughtful, but it came out with a slight croak.

"Fun and adventure..." he murmured.

He gave a shake of his head to clear it.

"Sorry, I'm standing here a little shocked instead of talking to you," he said. His gaze was slowly dragged away from a wooden piece of furniture that was clearly for someone to be thrown over.

"So the plan is that we briefly attend a formal event, then go to a private party? Although I imagine they start late so we could get some food first. Keep up appearances."

"Alright. Let's do that," he said. "But, let's, er, why don't you tell me what everything here is for?"

She would notice the slightest tremble in his hand as he lifted the last of his wine to drink.