Xull'Rae Happy New Year By Syoshiko

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Story and character's by me. Of course inspired by the image. Happy New year everyone!

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“You don’t seem happy with the festivities, is something not to your liking, mistress?” Melora asked her from the grand staircase.

Xull’rae watched as her courtesan descended the steps like a queen despite the nearly translucent peach chemise she wore, and finally gave her employee a flawless regal smile. “I am fine my sweet.”

The olive skinned human smiled warmly and came to join her madam on the balcony. “You look exquisite in that gown. Do tell how my salary could pay for those fabulous heels . . .” There was a friendly jest in the woman’s voice.

Xull’rae gave a soft sultry chuckle, “Need a pair to fuck in, do you?”

Melora let out a beautiful rich laugh, “More like to walk on a specific customer’s back. He’s asked for you again . . “

“It is already been explained to him I am the supplier . . . not the merchandise.”

“He does love dark and exotic things,” Melora implored to her mistress. “You could make him your slave.”

“I have no want for his doting.” Xull’rae sounded contemptuous of the idea, “I need his money. If he whets his appetite with my ladies while sneaking a peak at me from afar then it is a service well spent. And guarantee’s his return to spend more.” Amber eyes glanced down at her dainty feet with her elegantly sculpted heels and beautifully lacquered toes. Even in the faint lighting the stones lining the straps and shape of the shoes twinkled, while her dress glittered softly.

She specially chose the color to compliment her skin and draw attention to her eyes, but how could anyone see such beauty if in constant shadow?

Xull’rae noticed Melora’s silence and decided to gently coax her to re-engage in conversation. “Do you miss the surface?”

“No,” was the quick and harsh reply, “Up there I was shunned for my choice in profession, pitied even . . .everyone was so close minded and stagnate, and the big cities, whores are a silver a dozen. Here I am free, admired, pined after, and beautiful . . .”

“Surely there is something you miss?” Xull’rae pressed.

Melora helplessly shrugged and gave it some thought, “Color. This time of year, the big cities would light the sky with obnoxious explosions of light.”

Xull’rae nodded in satisfaction, “Excellent idea!”

“But where would we get them?” Melora sounded incredulous.
Xull’rae gave a stately smile and flipped her smooth hair over her bare shoulder. “We don’t need them.”

“But magic would alert the conclave,” Melora protested.

“I don’t plan to use magic,” the drowess pointed at her temple for emphasis.

“Mistress, forgive me but . . . it’s best we do not attract enemies with something so ostentatious . . .”

“It is the new year Melora. It should be loud, proud, and dazzling . . .”

“To bring cheer?” Melora asked.

“That’s your job,” Xull’rae replied as she artfully situated her arms upward and to her temple. She would use her inborn and undetectable psionics.

Soon color streaked upward to light up the cavern ceiling in a screaming bang to shimmer in a multitude of sparkles; first red, then blue, followed by green and purple. “I’m here to attract clients.” Xull’rae stated as she once more did another round, this time doing various shades of yellow and gold.

Melora laughed, brown eyes lighting up happily at the brilliant display and her employer’s practicality, even if was a lie.