Well, [ Iorveth drawls, flicking away a stray flower tickling his face on the way inside, ] of all the places to die, this one is fairly inoffensive.
[ Understatement. The Silken Soak glows, dimly lit by amber-tinted lanterns decorated with gold sashes; fabric drips from the ceiling and floors like honey, swaying hypnotically to the slow rhythm of a phantom breeze. The receptionist looks up from where she's seated behind a redwood desk, another beauty with raven-dark hair and a smile that spreads evenly across her lovely face.
"Welcome," she beckons as she stands up. Her uniform－ a dress styled to look like an elegant bathrobe－ drapes over the entirety of her shapely form, but skews dangerously on the translucent side. "You two are in luck－ there's barely anyone else here tonight. Everyone's off at some auction, I've heard."
Iorveth tries his best not to snort. ] You don't say.
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[ Understatement. The Silken Soak glows, dimly lit by amber-tinted lanterns decorated with gold sashes; fabric drips from the ceiling and floors like honey, swaying hypnotically to the slow rhythm of a phantom breeze. The receptionist looks up from where she's seated behind a redwood desk, another beauty with raven-dark hair and a smile that spreads evenly across her lovely face.
"Welcome," she beckons as she stands up. Her uniform－ a dress styled to look like an elegant bathrobe－ drapes over the entirety of her shapely form, but skews dangerously on the translucent side. "You two are in luck－ there's barely anyone else here tonight. Everyone's off at some auction, I've heard."
Iorveth tries his best not to snort. ] You don't say.