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[mossbuds]

Varethiel is a well known member of her city. She's altruistic and quite wealthy; a cause to her community, who has donated countless gold pieces to countless charities. She's known for her socially well adjusted, well mannered and even kilter, as well as her beauty, repudiated for the latest fashions, always decorated lavishly in the most expensive jewels and rare metals.

Well adored, she's never been short of suitors—especially with a particular facet of her reputation. She's well known for being a generous, commanding lover, as is sometimes typical of her specific ilk. But despite the rather sexually open nature of her people, Varethiel remains polite, but aloof to her admirers, only driving their desire for her to grow deeper. People swear up and down on the luck of her husband, and many curse him—not only for envy, but disdain. Varethiel, while very loved by her city, isn't a working woman; she's beautiful, like people who have never worked a day in their life are beautiful.

Indeed, her husband is in part the reason why she has all the latest and the best. Never without the finest meals, company, clothes, jewels—anything she desires, to compensate for his frequent, long absenses for his work. She's often lonely, and people gossip about it—they yearn for her attention, but they all know that she is not a woman who can be courted. She and her husband have an arrangement so that they may engage other people outside of their marriage, and do so happily and without complication. However, it's always she who does the picking—she cannot be impressed by masculine wiles.

She has a reputation for having an eye for younger things. Which, of course, as a mermaid, could mean just about any human. But youthful in appearance, and ideally of her kin physically. She's so distant and disengaged, downtrodden when her husband leaves her, that it's remarkable to think she's a woman with desire at all. Even when she ovulates, as she is now, she remains passive if her fancy does not strike her.

But when inspiration strikes her, it's very clear. Her eyes, their pupils slit like those of a predator, fix on a young man she doesn't recognize; he has beautiful, bronze skin. Someone from the carnival that's blown through, recently. She's been hearing so much about them, and she absolutely has been vying to interact with some of these people. Not intimately, necessarily—until now. She's immediately fixated.

He's sort of shy, she can see—she can practically feel his demeanor, anxious and out of place in the crowd. Smiling coolly, she dents her full lower lip with the golden claw cuff she wears. Varethiel straightens her tail, the bands of golden jewelry around the coil of her tail softly catching the light. Her hair lifts as a golden cloud as she rises, and she swims towards her target.

Not wishing to startle him, having an idea of his character, she approaches him from his peripheral. Along the side, but not directly in front of him; that could seem too aggressive.

"Excuse me," she says, her voice silky a tone that's almost androgynous. "Are you lost, little foal?"

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[mylastchance]

He can tell that some of the people in the crowd are watching him, but he isn't being bombarded with their attention. It's a nice change of pace, and makes him feel just a bit more at ease her than he did before. He sees her coming, but doesn't assume it's him she wants until she stops beside him. She's beautiful, there's no other way to save it, and Lauren can feel his blood rush at the sight of her. He blushes, and looks away, like all woman here she isn't wearing much, or rather, what she is wearing does nothing hide her generous assets. He can tell from the amount of jewelry she wears that she must have some power here. So then why, out of everyone here, was she talking to him.

Was he lost? Well, the answer was no, not really. He didn't know where he was, but he still knew how to get back.

"Do I... Look lost?" He doesn't ask to be sarcastic. Rather he's afraid of how pathetic he must look, if even when he is content someone else might think him lost or confused.

[mossbuds]

"You do," she says in an amused lilt. "Of course, it's possible that I misread you. Perhaps that's not it."

She smiles widely, her eyes warm and kind to juxtapose all of her sharp teeth. Framed by pillowy blushed mauve lips, it's almost like the rest of her is trying to make her seem less threatening. She leans forward, the jewelry all about her chest clinking softly as it lifts, gently hitting together as she tilts her head, observing Lauren. Her hair wafts forward as well, brushing against his shoulders, neck and cheeks.

"Perhaps you are lost some other way," she discerns, watching him closely. "Downtrodden, perhaps. Might be that you're restless..."

[mylastchance]

He looks up to her, surprised. Downtrodden and restless were both fitting descriptions of his mood lately. He should be concerned at how obvious it is, but instead he watches the way her hair curls in the water. He can feel it against the skin of his neck and cheeks. She's close, and that makes him blush more, especially as he catches sight of her chest, covered in gold though it is. He shouldn't stare though, it's rude.

He catches himself at least, tearing his gaze away from her form, though he doesn't want to. He has to at least pretend to be a gentleman in the presence of a lady like this.

"I- I guess that could be true." He swallows, suddenly nervous. She seemed very interested in him. She kept coming closer, but she wasn't acting like the other merpeople had. She wasn't crowding him with a group of her friends, talking about him as though he weren't even there. She addressed him directly. In some ways it was better, but in other ways it made him feel even more anxious. He felt distinctly outside his depth in more ways than one.

[mossbuds]

Her smile softens. His anxiety basically radiates. Politely, she straightens up, and she crosses one of her arms across her ribs, denting the soft underswell of her breasts. Her other hand lifts to gently cup her chin, and her tail coils thoughtfully into a resting position.

"That won't do," she decides, beaming. "Far be it from me to criticize the tumultuous whims of youth, but it most certainly is a shame."

Varethiel reaches out her hand, then, gently brushing her golden claw tip jewelry along his jaw. The contact is brief, and very flirtatious without being overtly sexual. She tilts her head, eyebrows slanting backwards in concern, though she still smiles.

"Young men often fall into despair when... understimulated. You poor, lovely thing."

[mylastchance]

He watches her pull back, stunned. She is entrancing, every move that she makes, the jewelry, her hair. It's difficult to look away. When the cool feel of her jewelry runs across his cheek he shivers. Definitely definitely out of his death.

"Are you suggesting a... Solution?"

[mossbuds]

Her eyes gleam, animated and bright; everything about her lifts jubilantly, as if elated, spirits lifted, by the very suggestion.

"If you would be willing to take my counsel," she answers, her hand slipping back to her own personal space. "I could show you many wonderful things..." Which is true! Even besides sex. "And I would be so grateful," she adds. "I've been so lonely, lately. And it's been so long since I've met someone new. Someone different."

She doesn't want to spook him with mention of her husband; people from other worlds sometimes take that weirdly. She tilts her head, and pushes some of her hair from her face, smiling sunnily.

"You're with the carnival, aren't you?"

[mylastchance]

He nods, albeit a bit reluctantly. He wondered how someone like her could be lonely. She seemed very good at talking to people, and she didn't seem very shy. Was she some kind of outcast around here? But that didn't seem right. No one at the carnival acted like there was any danger in consorting with the merfolk, so it must be safe to go along with her. Right?

"Yes. I am. I didn't look like this before."

At least, he's assuming that's why she was asking. "But I wouldn't mind... Keeping you company."

If that's what they were going to call it.

[mossbuds]

"Really??"

Interestingly, she seems almost just as surprised. Not because she suspected Lauren would turn her down, or that she thinks he's out of her league—but because it was so easy. Either she was really on point in her game, or Lauren, despite obvious shyness, was you know, a healthy man like any other.

...Or maybe, he's unclear. She thinks that would be preposterous. Just silly. Couldn't be so. But just in case, and sort of for fun, she extends her tail—she arranges the coil around Lauren's, and lures him a little closer. Despite its innocent analogs, such as hand holding perhaps, for sea horse mer kin, it's actually sort of a sexual gesture. It brings two together in the position best for copulation.

But she's giving him some distance, of course. It's merely suggestion.

"In exchange, besides simple entertainment, I would be happy to educate you on your new physicalities."

[mylastchance]

No, he totally misunderstood. In fact, though she's been nothing, but forward this entire exchange, he can't help but think it's too much when she coils her tail around his. When she says that however, there can be no doubt at all about what it is she's interested in here. He should back out, but after he already said yes, how can he without looking like an idiot? There's also a not so small part of him that is actually intrigued by the offer. So he nods, without looking her way.

"Y-yeah. Okay."

I COULDNT KEEP DOING THIs ON MY LARS JOURNAL

[fairwaters]

She senses his hesitation, tilting her head as her hair swirls about her from the slight motion. She uncurls her tail from his, gently taking one of his wrists in both of her hands; her fingertips brush his palm, and she keeps her smile warm. She does continue to just assume he's being shy...

"Let us make way to my chariot, then."

Her eyes sparkle, her smile widening with excitement. Beyond the carnal aspect of her solicitation, she's actually just thrilled to have a date—someone to dote on. She pulls him forward gently, turning to lead him.

Did you find a PB for the porn NPC? XD

[mylastchance]

He isn't a touchy person, so when she shifts to touch his palm and wrist it surprises him. His heart skips a beat and he can only hope that it doesn't show as a blush on his face. He doesn't have anything to say, can only wait for her to lead the way. He's acutely aware that she's the one in charge here and for some reason he kind of likes that.

lays down softly dont judge me

[fairwaters]

To attempt to relax him, she loosely holds his arm in the carriage. It's a gaudy, beautiful thing, pulled by rare, expensive manta rays, which are decorated in elaborate gold gilding like the rest of it. She chats him up as they go, the ride being about 15 minutes long—she tells him about some history as she points out historic sites as they go. And, though she doesn't really enjoy divulging, she shares some personal details—nothing ghastly. Pleasantries.

She leans against him, somewhat, the well of her breast against his arm. Her lips curl a little cattishly, thinking nothing of it (after all, mermaids etc), and she rolls her eyes towards Lauren.

"Have you eaten? My chefs are exemplary."

judges forever.

[mylastchance]

He doesn't fully recognize it's gaudiness, blind as he is to their culture. He does think it's nice to be riding in a chariot again instead of some strange modern car. It's kind of nice to just ride around the city, hear about the people and the places, and also not be stared at by a bunch of strangers. Still, the woman's arm is on his as they talk, and soon she's leaning against him. He stops being able to pay attention to her words as he feels the swell of her breast against him. It's bare of course, like most of the women here, and it makes the hair on his arms stand on end. His face flushes.

"Um... I'm fine, thanks."