“Is Dwag in?”
Halladr blinked, startled by the familiar voice coming from the absolutely stunning sylvari standing outside his mentor’s abode. Gripping the door handle, Halladr simply stared, trying to make sense of what—who?—he was looking at.
The sylvari was dressed in the most revealing evening gown he’d ever seen. It was like the sort of thing a showgirl would wear: ruby red, shiny, and with tasteful slits up the side. Except whoever made this dress had decided to take “tasteful” and move it straight to scandalous; making the slits reach even higher and the neckline plunge even deeper. There wasn’t a single safe place to rest his eyes without turning as red as her dress. He gulped audibly, trying not to eye the black bit of lace peeking out beneath the red cloth on her thighs.
“Uhh…” He wracked his brain trying to figure out who among Dwag’s many clients and associates this could be, but came up short. It was the middle of the night, which frankly wasn’t unusual for clients of Dwag, but it was definitely unusual for them to come dressed like this.
Well unless…
Unless they were…
Please don’t let it be—
“Fer fuck’s sake, Hall, we doin’ this again?” The sylvari grumbled impatiently.
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