“Welcome to the true ‘Green Door’,” Sharlee greeted as the trio entered the secluded bower, specifically focusing on Taenya. Standing with her were the other three ladies who together ran the inn; a half-wood elf, a half-moon elf, and another half-sun elf, all garbed in loose, open-front light green robes. Continuing to speak directly to the drow cleric, she went on; “I assume your companions have informed you of the nature of this place. Although sacred to Mielikki, given their shared interest she has granted her blessing for you to use it for your prayer to Eilistraee.” “Thank you for accommodating me,” the dark elf replied with honest humility, then, noting their attire, added; “I take it all of you will be joining us.” “None of us could resist the opportunity,” Sharlee admitted, motioning to an open area large enough for all six of the beautiful woman to dance in a circle. Moving toward the center of the open area, Taenya produced her dagger size sword from under the cloak she worn, drawing a quizzical murmur from the innkeepers, until it instantly grow to its full size and she planed it firmly in the ground. Then she and Mistale, who was similarly dressed, cast off their cloaks and stood, gloriously naked, beneath the moonlight. The four half-elven ladies of the inn, moved to join them in a ring around the sword, throwing off their robes to reveal the decided different, but equally delightful, naked bodies underneath, as Coran took up a position near the entrance to the bower where he could see anyone approach, while still having an unimpeded view of the magnificent spectacle. Taking the lead, Taenya began a haunting beautiful wordless melody, starting the circle moving around the sword in near unison, as each of the stunningly beautiful women turned and twirled in time with her song. In no time the other’s voices joined the drow’s, each adding her own individual aspect to the harmonious symphony, as both the melody and dance began to increase in pace and wantonness. From his vantage point, Coran was nearly transfixed by the sight of the magnificent bodies orbiting in sensual frenzy as each of the wonderfully different beauties infused the dance with their own personality and spirit, while feeding off of the other’s carnal energy. For at least the hundredth time in recent days he marveled at his fortune to witness such a display of pure erotic beauty, as the dancers cast off what few inhibitions they had and released their most primal sexual selves. One by one the ladies of the inn began to falter, collapsing outside of the ring so as not to interrupt the dance, their fit bodies spent in exhilarating exhaustion, until only Taenya and Mistale remained, seemingly locked in a battle to exceed each other’s stamina. Then finally they both conceded to the excursion and dropped to the ground, the drow assuming her familiar supplicant pose on her knees for several long minutes before turning her eyes skyward to the moon in blissful gratitude. After an extended period to recover from their activity, the half dozen beauties slowly helped each other to their feet, retrieving their discarded garb and covering their delightful forms, much to Coran’s regret. Then, as Taenya recovered her sword and returned it, shrunken to dagger size, inside her cloak, Sharlee addressed her, still somewhat breathlessly; “Thank you for allowing us the opportunity to join in your rites… I’m sure I speak for all of us when I say that it was the most sensual and primal experience I’ve ever had… and that you and your sister priestesses are welcome within the Green Door whenever you wish.” “Thank you for your graciousness… and for sharing your selves with me and the Dark Maiden… please offer my thanks to Mielikki for allowing me access to her sacred site. I swear we shall preserve it’s secret on pain of death,” Taenya offered in a weary, but honestly grateful tone as they moved toward the entrance to the bower, and Coran, who she taunted with a capricious smirk; “Did you enjoy the show?”