Even the Yath need a break

It was rare the Yath’abben took a day to herself. After she had left the city of spiders there had been precious little time for relaxation, let alone the kind decadence she would on occasion have gifted herself. Nath’dril stepped into the message parlor and wrinkled her nose as her sense was assaulted by various incenses and oils. She had to admit part of the reason she had left this off for so long is she was less comfortable being unarmored in the swirling chaos of the outpost. Violence was a common place in drow life, but more of the violence here was blatant and sudden, and not the slow burn of the plotting of a large city. She was wearing a simple black robe and only armed with a small dagger and her faith.

The thought of the last part bolstered her and she stepped into the parlor. She had visited the place to learn more about it and its standards a few cycles passed and spoken at length to the rotund male who ran it. She found him helping another customer and when he noticed her his eyes lit up almost as bright as the hefty coin she was being charged for the service, he did posses the mind to lower them in difference to her station.

With a swiftness that must have left the other customer upset , the Yath'abben was lead to a private room, or at least as private as her position would afford her. There were two benches two body slaves waiting for her inside. The slaves were attractive males, or rather the best the surfacers could offer that fit that description , they had been blinded, muted, and castrated as to best serve their drow patrons . Nath'dril smirked at the sight and without looking to the male moved her hand over and dropped the heavy purse into his hands and stepped in.

She took a moment to scan through the area for any easy methods of eaves dropping and magical observation before she finally relaxed. She stripped off her robe, putting it down in the corner before making her way to take one of the benches. She stretched a bit as she laid down face first onto the comfortable padded bench. It was but a moment before before she felt the oily touch of cold unguent ooze over her back and a pair of strong hands start to work it into her skin. She closed her eyes a small sigh escaping her lips, she needed this.

OoC: so I plan to hold these every two weeks ideally. There is one slot open for any PC who would like to join her for a rubdown. It is a good place to have a one on one conversation with perhaps people who do not see her online or wish to have a private conversation with her. Dm's are of course always welcome, first come first serve.

Slipping into the room as well Uuthli would appear in the doorway and step to the side, dressed in her work attire, simple and comfortable looking light clothe trousers and a armless spider silk tip that ended just above her navel she would look to the slaves and then Nath and smile. Unlike before, Uuthli was not wearing her make up and power this time, and so curious her pokia dot like face and neck could be seen, patches of paler flesh than the rest of her normal dark ebony skin, one covering her left eye, her nose, right cheek, left hand side of her neck and it seemed to go down her body giving her a curious appearing indeed.

"Yath'abban, it has been far to long, far to long, care for some company and some private chit chat, or shall I catch you another time?"