------------- The Chronicles of Taure – Nelly

She sat in the back, in shadows, not because she feared the light, not because someone might recognize her or because some thug might think he could take advantage of her, but because whenever she showed herself to a crowd such as this, things always got out of hand. It was better to cover herself, head to toe when possible, and keep to herself. She spoke in little squeaks to the bartender. She avoided anyone’s gaze, at least as far as they could tell. And she never reacted to anything that might happen, no matter how insane, stupid, funny or violent. That was the life of a spy, after all, hiding in plain sight and being forgettable.

Yet, there was another side of her that wished nothing less than to throw off her oversized cloak and hood and reveal the barely clad, voluptuous form beneath. For a Half-Elf she was bustier than most. She even gave most pure blood humans a run for their money. Her figure was not slender, scrawny or thin as a rail like pure blood Elves. It was curvy in all the right places without being overly so. Her eyes were just slightly slanted, and her ears not so pointed that they stuck out into the folds of her hood. She could easily hide them under her every changing hairstyle, or under a lady’s bonnet if needs be. And if all else failed, she had magics to allow her to hide her true nature even if stripped naked.

There was a fire burning inside her that had smoldered for years as a child. It wasn’t until she found herself in the custody of the town guard of Highaven, locked away for a crime she couldn’t even remember right now, that she found her true path, the one thing she had been destined from birth to achieve. She had been taken in by the Outlander they called Lady Sasha. She had secrets that others couldn’t begin to understand. And she worshipped a Goddess that was alien to Taure. But where there is love and lust, even one worshipper of Aphrodite can bring her Goddess’ power to bear. That’s when Nellithandra Lethenmyr became what she was meant to be, an Erotic.

That fire that burned inside her had no choice but to occasionally burst forth. There were times when she couldn’t resist the urge to strip and turn a raucous night in some roadside tavern into an unbelievable orgy that no one would ever forget. She could sing and dance, strip for the men, and the ladies who preferred a more feminine touch, and hide her magics inside her dance or song. Usually, they never knew what hit them. But just now, such a bawdy display wouldn’t serve her mistress’ desires. And serving her mistress was something she did now without even thinking twice.

The bartender sat another glass of wine down at her table and she nodded gently. She slipped a gold coin out of her velvet purse and slid it to him under a velvet hand. His eyes widened and he began to say something when her mind touched his. His mouth closed and he half bowed and left her alone to nurse her wine slowly. Her spell would go completely unnoticed, yet the man would do precisely as she wished until she didn’t need him any more. She would never consider such a use of power unseemly, improper or unfair. She had the power. She had the training and the task to do. She would allow no one to stand in her way, nor any priestly moralisms to cloud her judgment. If she spent any time in Anglan, they’d surely brand her as a Witch and haul her in to an inquisitor. They should be so lucky to catch me, she thought.

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