-------------- Tales of the Raptors – Hildy

The estate was all Persia told them it was. The style, size and age of the place gave Jay shivers. It looked entirely too much like Harrod House, and she had no desire to repeat that experience. However, stepping out of their carriage and passing through the front doors, the similarity ended. The place was light, cheery, cool and aromatic. The decorations were exactly what one would expect from a retired adventurer, valuable beyond reason. Flowers were scattered here and there, some cut in vases, others growing in planters of their own, along the walls of the main hall. The place had the general atmosphere of a Symballan palace, but there were signs of Carellonian, Atheaen, and even Hergovite art here as well.

They were greeted by a middle aged Symballan man in a white suit, Qu’arish by name. He left them to be attended by two exceptionally handsome younger men who wore only harem pants and curly toed Symballan slippers. Jay couldn’t help but be reminded of Miri. She would surely end up retired to a place such as this, waited on by dozens of virile young men. It made her wonder if this Hildegard Bloque was an Erotic as well.

When she came down the stairs to greet them, she was not what they’d expected. To hear Persia tell it, Hildy was an old friend of the family, but she was also Zeigus. They expected her to at least look mature. Not so. Despite being three and a half centuries old, she was not yet out of her young adult years. Jay actually looked older than she. Her manner and her quiet confidence said otherwise however.

“Persia, darling, a pleasure to see you again. And you bring such lovely guests. I do hope I have enough men to serve your needs tonight. I wasn’t expecting such a throng of beauties.”

Persia chuckled.

“Hildy, you really are terrible. We’re not here for that.”

Tieran licked her lips and gave the houseboys a quick eye. “Speak for yourself, Persia, dahling.”

Hildy chuckled and smiled broadly, waving her hands in a grand gesture of welcome.

“Welcome to my home. Everything you see and everything you don’t,… is mine, don’t touch it.”

She waited a second for a response. Getting only blank stares, she cocked her head.

“Just joking. Please. You are my guests. Anything you would like, anything at all, you have but to ask. I may say ‘no’,… but I may say ‘yes’. You just never know, do you? So, shall we?”

She led them to the dining hall, with a few more scantily clad houseboys appearing here and there. She didn’t seem to live in a state of permanent arousal as Miri did, but she certainly had man-candy available for the occasional sweet tooth. Tonight she seemed to be putting on the formal airs. She wore a tunic that looked very Carellonian in style, with high boots and a tight collar. The meal was served on silver plates and the food was beyond exquisite. The wine was poured into crystal goblets that would fetch a good hundred sultars each on the streets, probably more to a collector. If she was trying to impress them with her wealth, she was succeeding.

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