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It was a mild day as far as Egyptian weather went, just cool enough that Neithotep forwent more revealing attire in favor of a white linen kalasiris and a golden shawl thrown about her slim shoulders. Her long hair was worn loose around her face, a playful breeze occasionally tugging through her silken strands and causing a smile to form at her lips. Wandering through the markets alone on such a pleasant afternoon put a spring in the girl’s step, browsing from stall to stall for anything that might catch her eye. It was a lovely way to pass the hours, but afternoon was drawing closer to dusk, and she was getting hungry.
Patting her growling stomach, she walked further down the street to where she found fresh baskets of fruit practically screaming her name. Immediately, Nia’s mouth started to water, biting her lip indecisively as she looked between all the different options. It was rare to see so many options this late in the season, and because of that the price was steep. She didn’t have enough coin left on her to choose more than one.
The merchant turned on her with an irritable glance as she debated but as soon as he caught sight of the soft curve of her cheek and the liquid depths of her eyes, he softened. Let her take her time that she might linger a bit longer; who was he to complain about a beautiful woman hovering over his wares?
“Might I suggest the pomegranate, my lady?” he spoke up hopefully, picking up one of the larger fruits and displaying it for her inspection. “They’re particularly sweet this year.”
Looking up from her inspection of the figs, Neithotep smiled and took it from his proffered hand. “Maybe,” she replied thoughtfully, squeezing it gently between her fingers. “Sweet, yes, but so messy...”
Using her free hand to pick up one of the figs she’d been looking at, she deliberated between the two before a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Turning her head, she caught sight of a striking man much paler than those around him, tall and slender with eyes even darker than hers. An appreciative glint sparkled in her own eye as he neared, stepping just enough into his path to halt his progress. Suddenly, she was much less focused on her growling stomach and more on her fluttering heart.
“What do you think?” she asked before the stranger could walk off, holding the two pieces of fruit in front of her. Nia was certainly not immune to her common effect on men, and this time was counting on it. She wasn’t about to let him get away without noticing her.
“Pomegranate?” she asked, lifting her left hand, then her right, “Or fig?”
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It was a mild day as far as Egyptian weather went, just cool enough that Neithotep forwent more revealing attire in favor of a white linen kalasiris and a golden shawl thrown about her slim shoulders. Her long hair was worn loose around her face, a playful breeze occasionally tugging through her silken strands and causing a smile to form at her lips. Wandering through the markets alone on such a pleasant afternoon put a spring in the girl’s step, browsing from stall to stall for anything that might catch her eye. It was a lovely way to pass the hours, but afternoon was drawing closer to dusk, and she was getting hungry.
Patting her growling stomach, she walked further down the street to where she found fresh baskets of fruit practically screaming her name. Immediately, Nia’s mouth started to water, biting her lip indecisively as she looked between all the different options. It was rare to see so many options this late in the season, and because of that the price was steep. She didn’t have enough coin left on her to choose more than one.
The merchant turned on her with an irritable glance as she debated but as soon as he caught sight of the soft curve of her cheek and the liquid depths of her eyes, he softened. Let her take her time that she might linger a bit longer; who was he to complain about a beautiful woman hovering over his wares?
“Might I suggest the pomegranate, my lady?” he spoke up hopefully, picking up one of the larger fruits and displaying it for her inspection. “They’re particularly sweet this year.”
Looking up from her inspection of the figs, Neithotep smiled and took it from his proffered hand. “Maybe,” she replied thoughtfully, squeezing it gently between her fingers. “Sweet, yes, but so messy...”
Using her free hand to pick up one of the figs she’d been looking at, she deliberated between the two before a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Turning her head, she caught sight of a striking man much paler than those around him, tall and slender with eyes even darker than hers. An appreciative glint sparkled in her own eye as he neared, stepping just enough into his path to halt his progress. Suddenly, she was much less focused on her growling stomach and more on her fluttering heart.
“What do you think?” she asked before the stranger could walk off, holding the two pieces of fruit in front of her. Nia was certainly not immune to her common effect on men, and this time was counting on it. She wasn’t about to let him get away without noticing her.
“Pomegranate?” she asked, lifting her left hand, then her right, “Or fig?”
It was a mild day as far as Egyptian weather went, just cool enough that Neithotep forwent more revealing attire in favor of a white linen kalasiris and a golden shawl thrown about her slim shoulders. Her long hair was worn loose around her face, a playful breeze occasionally tugging through her silken strands and causing a smile to form at her lips. Wandering through the markets alone on such a pleasant afternoon put a spring in the girl’s step, browsing from stall to stall for anything that might catch her eye. It was a lovely way to pass the hours, but afternoon was drawing closer to dusk, and she was getting hungry.
Patting her growling stomach, she walked further down the street to where she found fresh baskets of fruit practically screaming her name. Immediately, Nia’s mouth started to water, biting her lip indecisively as she looked between all the different options. It was rare to see so many options this late in the season, and because of that the price was steep. She didn’t have enough coin left on her to choose more than one.
The merchant turned on her with an irritable glance as she debated but as soon as he caught sight of the soft curve of her cheek and the liquid depths of her eyes, he softened. Let her take her time that she might linger a bit longer; who was he to complain about a beautiful woman hovering over his wares?
“Might I suggest the pomegranate, my lady?” he spoke up hopefully, picking up one of the larger fruits and displaying it for her inspection. “They’re particularly sweet this year.”
Looking up from her inspection of the figs, Neithotep smiled and took it from his proffered hand. “Maybe,” she replied thoughtfully, squeezing it gently between her fingers. “Sweet, yes, but so messy...”
Using her free hand to pick up one of the figs she’d been looking at, she deliberated between the two before a movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Turning her head, she caught sight of a striking man much paler than those around him, tall and slender with eyes even darker than hers. An appreciative glint sparkled in her own eye as he neared, stepping just enough into his path to halt his progress. Suddenly, she was much less focused on her growling stomach and more on her fluttering heart.
“What do you think?” she asked before the stranger could walk off, holding the two pieces of fruit in front of her. Nia was certainly not immune to her common effect on men, and this time was counting on it. She wasn’t about to let him get away without noticing her.
“Pomegranate?” she asked, lifting her left hand, then her right, “Or fig?”
It had been one of his regular trips to Egypt to restock. He had killed the last mandrake plant he bought, and had intended to purchase a new one, but as luck would have it, no one in Thebes had been able to provide him with one, and it would seem that Cairo would seal the same fate for Kreios. He had been very eager to get his hands on the plant, for it would prove to be an valuable addition to his little collection back in Taengea, but it was an elusive plant which was hard to obtain and even harder to ensure survival back in the more temperate and damper atmosphere of Taengea. He had been irritable the first week, but had simply decided he would procure another to try again.
Lady Luck did not smile upon him though, it would seem. He had been combing the markets of Cairo all morning, and none seem to acknowledge that they had one to sell to the mysterious Grecian merchant who had appeared on their shores. Granted, the Taengean forces currently occupying Judea likely did not make Kreios a welcome customer, but the merchant was willing to pay handsome money for the plant.
That's if he could get his hands on it.
Met with rotten luck however, the cooling morning had a scowl on his face as he half-heartedly browsed the rest of the markets. He would be returning to Greece later in the week, for he had a few more clients of his who wanted his visit, and the Azazel was docked at the right port for them to make a trip, so Kreios would be waiting for them at an inn in town, and he needed to find things to fill his days anyhow.
Stomach grumbling for the morning sustenance he had not yet managed to find, the man's black kalasiri waved in the light breeze as his obsidian eyes browsed the food on sale. Purchasing an apple for the price of a coin, the rest of his walk was done whilst he chewed on the piece of fruit, until he finished it and decided to stop by yet another stall where figs and pomegrantes were offered.
His dark hair was messed up, for the merchant was wont to run his hand through the loose locks, and he very rarely combed them back. Not a man who bothered much with his toilette, more often then not Kreios looked like he belonged in the seedier parts of towns, especially considering the wares which he dealt with. Still, the fact that the man's pockets were lined with more riches then you could imagine was more likely why, despite his loose morals and unfavorable countenance, he was still easily welcomed by his clientele.
Or maybe they just needed him.
Either which way, it was that messy-haired head which paused to look at the figs in baskets, looking plump and juicy despite the low season. He did enjoy his fruits, and while he wouldn't mind a mug of goat's milk and flatbread right now, he may as well enjoy what Egypt had to offer while he was here.
Lingering quietly by the table as he waited for the owner to finish with the lady who had been there before him, Kreios's eyes showed surprise, blinking multiple times when he heard, and then turned to the woman who had addressed him. Not a man of words, Kreios barely even started conversation - but it would be rude to just walk away and ignore one who had spoken first, would he not? And he wasn't exactly in his home country. Kreios did not wish to risk his welcome - however fraught it is - in Egypt.
So he took a respectful step backwards to ensure there was enough space that no one could fault him for between himself and the lady, and then tilted his head towards her right hand. "I am partial to figs myself. You did say so yourself, it is a messy fruit. But I prefer the fruity sweetness of the fig."
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It had been one of his regular trips to Egypt to restock. He had killed the last mandrake plant he bought, and had intended to purchase a new one, but as luck would have it, no one in Thebes had been able to provide him with one, and it would seem that Cairo would seal the same fate for Kreios. He had been very eager to get his hands on the plant, for it would prove to be an valuable addition to his little collection back in Taengea, but it was an elusive plant which was hard to obtain and even harder to ensure survival back in the more temperate and damper atmosphere of Taengea. He had been irritable the first week, but had simply decided he would procure another to try again.
Lady Luck did not smile upon him though, it would seem. He had been combing the markets of Cairo all morning, and none seem to acknowledge that they had one to sell to the mysterious Grecian merchant who had appeared on their shores. Granted, the Taengean forces currently occupying Judea likely did not make Kreios a welcome customer, but the merchant was willing to pay handsome money for the plant.
That's if he could get his hands on it.
Met with rotten luck however, the cooling morning had a scowl on his face as he half-heartedly browsed the rest of the markets. He would be returning to Greece later in the week, for he had a few more clients of his who wanted his visit, and the Azazel was docked at the right port for them to make a trip, so Kreios would be waiting for them at an inn in town, and he needed to find things to fill his days anyhow.
Stomach grumbling for the morning sustenance he had not yet managed to find, the man's black kalasiri waved in the light breeze as his obsidian eyes browsed the food on sale. Purchasing an apple for the price of a coin, the rest of his walk was done whilst he chewed on the piece of fruit, until he finished it and decided to stop by yet another stall where figs and pomegrantes were offered.
His dark hair was messed up, for the merchant was wont to run his hand through the loose locks, and he very rarely combed them back. Not a man who bothered much with his toilette, more often then not Kreios looked like he belonged in the seedier parts of towns, especially considering the wares which he dealt with. Still, the fact that the man's pockets were lined with more riches then you could imagine was more likely why, despite his loose morals and unfavorable countenance, he was still easily welcomed by his clientele.
Or maybe they just needed him.
Either which way, it was that messy-haired head which paused to look at the figs in baskets, looking plump and juicy despite the low season. He did enjoy his fruits, and while he wouldn't mind a mug of goat's milk and flatbread right now, he may as well enjoy what Egypt had to offer while he was here.
Lingering quietly by the table as he waited for the owner to finish with the lady who had been there before him, Kreios's eyes showed surprise, blinking multiple times when he heard, and then turned to the woman who had addressed him. Not a man of words, Kreios barely even started conversation - but it would be rude to just walk away and ignore one who had spoken first, would he not? And he wasn't exactly in his home country. Kreios did not wish to risk his welcome - however fraught it is - in Egypt.
So he took a respectful step backwards to ensure there was enough space that no one could fault him for between himself and the lady, and then tilted his head towards her right hand. "I am partial to figs myself. You did say so yourself, it is a messy fruit. But I prefer the fruity sweetness of the fig."
It had been one of his regular trips to Egypt to restock. He had killed the last mandrake plant he bought, and had intended to purchase a new one, but as luck would have it, no one in Thebes had been able to provide him with one, and it would seem that Cairo would seal the same fate for Kreios. He had been very eager to get his hands on the plant, for it would prove to be an valuable addition to his little collection back in Taengea, but it was an elusive plant which was hard to obtain and even harder to ensure survival back in the more temperate and damper atmosphere of Taengea. He had been irritable the first week, but had simply decided he would procure another to try again.
Lady Luck did not smile upon him though, it would seem. He had been combing the markets of Cairo all morning, and none seem to acknowledge that they had one to sell to the mysterious Grecian merchant who had appeared on their shores. Granted, the Taengean forces currently occupying Judea likely did not make Kreios a welcome customer, but the merchant was willing to pay handsome money for the plant.
That's if he could get his hands on it.
Met with rotten luck however, the cooling morning had a scowl on his face as he half-heartedly browsed the rest of the markets. He would be returning to Greece later in the week, for he had a few more clients of his who wanted his visit, and the Azazel was docked at the right port for them to make a trip, so Kreios would be waiting for them at an inn in town, and he needed to find things to fill his days anyhow.
Stomach grumbling for the morning sustenance he had not yet managed to find, the man's black kalasiri waved in the light breeze as his obsidian eyes browsed the food on sale. Purchasing an apple for the price of a coin, the rest of his walk was done whilst he chewed on the piece of fruit, until he finished it and decided to stop by yet another stall where figs and pomegrantes were offered.
His dark hair was messed up, for the merchant was wont to run his hand through the loose locks, and he very rarely combed them back. Not a man who bothered much with his toilette, more often then not Kreios looked like he belonged in the seedier parts of towns, especially considering the wares which he dealt with. Still, the fact that the man's pockets were lined with more riches then you could imagine was more likely why, despite his loose morals and unfavorable countenance, he was still easily welcomed by his clientele.
Or maybe they just needed him.
Either which way, it was that messy-haired head which paused to look at the figs in baskets, looking plump and juicy despite the low season. He did enjoy his fruits, and while he wouldn't mind a mug of goat's milk and flatbread right now, he may as well enjoy what Egypt had to offer while he was here.
Lingering quietly by the table as he waited for the owner to finish with the lady who had been there before him, Kreios's eyes showed surprise, blinking multiple times when he heard, and then turned to the woman who had addressed him. Not a man of words, Kreios barely even started conversation - but it would be rude to just walk away and ignore one who had spoken first, would he not? And he wasn't exactly in his home country. Kreios did not wish to risk his welcome - however fraught it is - in Egypt.
So he took a respectful step backwards to ensure there was enough space that no one could fault him for between himself and the lady, and then tilted his head towards her right hand. "I am partial to figs myself. You did say so yourself, it is a messy fruit. But I prefer the fruity sweetness of the fig."
She noted when the man took a step back and put some distance between them with a silent sigh of disappointment. However, she wasn’t about to let that one gesture deter her. Neithotep H’Sheifa was relentless when it came to matters of the heart (and flesh), and the pale-skinned Grecian had captured her attention. He wasn’t about to lose it so soon.
“I bow to your taste, then,” Neithotep replied to the stranger with a grin, replacing the pomegranate and turning back to the merchant. “Fig it is.” The fruit vendor nodded and accepted her coin after she selected the largest fig she could find. Weighing it in her hand, she turned back to the dark-haired man, intent that their interaction should not end with that simple question. Dark and mysterious he might be, but little did he know… dark and mysterious was just her type.
Holding the fruit away from her so that it wouldn’t stain the front of her kalasiris, Nia carefully tore it in half. Mischief sparkling in her mahogany eyes, she looked up at the man and lifted one piece to his gaze. “Buy me a drink, and I’ll give you half,” she offered with a smirk and a raised brow. “You look parched. And wouldn’t you say drinking with a lady is better than drinking alone?”
She bit into her own half of the fig, a soft sound of pleasure rumbling in her throat when the sweet, cloying juice filled her mouth. The flavor was positively divine, and she was happy she’d gone with the man’s choice, after all. Half a fig was hardly enough for her supper, but Nia would find a way to cope. Supper could wait when there was a snack right in front of her.
That first bite was soon disappeared, licking her lips with a blissful sigh before turning her attention back on him. “So, what do you think? I know all the best taverns around here. At the very least you’ll get a good drink of it, hm?” A short burst of cheerful laughter bubbled past her lips as she winked, tantalizingly waving the unclaimed half under his nose. “I’m Neithotep, by the way. The people I like call me Nia. If you’re lucky, you could be one of them.” Nia would pull a smile from that stoic face if it killed her. “What’s your name?”
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She noted when the man took a step back and put some distance between them with a silent sigh of disappointment. However, she wasn’t about to let that one gesture deter her. Neithotep H’Sheifa was relentless when it came to matters of the heart (and flesh), and the pale-skinned Grecian had captured her attention. He wasn’t about to lose it so soon.
“I bow to your taste, then,” Neithotep replied to the stranger with a grin, replacing the pomegranate and turning back to the merchant. “Fig it is.” The fruit vendor nodded and accepted her coin after she selected the largest fig she could find. Weighing it in her hand, she turned back to the dark-haired man, intent that their interaction should not end with that simple question. Dark and mysterious he might be, but little did he know… dark and mysterious was just her type.
Holding the fruit away from her so that it wouldn’t stain the front of her kalasiris, Nia carefully tore it in half. Mischief sparkling in her mahogany eyes, she looked up at the man and lifted one piece to his gaze. “Buy me a drink, and I’ll give you half,” she offered with a smirk and a raised brow. “You look parched. And wouldn’t you say drinking with a lady is better than drinking alone?”
She bit into her own half of the fig, a soft sound of pleasure rumbling in her throat when the sweet, cloying juice filled her mouth. The flavor was positively divine, and she was happy she’d gone with the man’s choice, after all. Half a fig was hardly enough for her supper, but Nia would find a way to cope. Supper could wait when there was a snack right in front of her.
That first bite was soon disappeared, licking her lips with a blissful sigh before turning her attention back on him. “So, what do you think? I know all the best taverns around here. At the very least you’ll get a good drink of it, hm?” A short burst of cheerful laughter bubbled past her lips as she winked, tantalizingly waving the unclaimed half under his nose. “I’m Neithotep, by the way. The people I like call me Nia. If you’re lucky, you could be one of them.” Nia would pull a smile from that stoic face if it killed her. “What’s your name?”
She noted when the man took a step back and put some distance between them with a silent sigh of disappointment. However, she wasn’t about to let that one gesture deter her. Neithotep H’Sheifa was relentless when it came to matters of the heart (and flesh), and the pale-skinned Grecian had captured her attention. He wasn’t about to lose it so soon.
“I bow to your taste, then,” Neithotep replied to the stranger with a grin, replacing the pomegranate and turning back to the merchant. “Fig it is.” The fruit vendor nodded and accepted her coin after she selected the largest fig she could find. Weighing it in her hand, she turned back to the dark-haired man, intent that their interaction should not end with that simple question. Dark and mysterious he might be, but little did he know… dark and mysterious was just her type.
Holding the fruit away from her so that it wouldn’t stain the front of her kalasiris, Nia carefully tore it in half. Mischief sparkling in her mahogany eyes, she looked up at the man and lifted one piece to his gaze. “Buy me a drink, and I’ll give you half,” she offered with a smirk and a raised brow. “You look parched. And wouldn’t you say drinking with a lady is better than drinking alone?”
She bit into her own half of the fig, a soft sound of pleasure rumbling in her throat when the sweet, cloying juice filled her mouth. The flavor was positively divine, and she was happy she’d gone with the man’s choice, after all. Half a fig was hardly enough for her supper, but Nia would find a way to cope. Supper could wait when there was a snack right in front of her.
That first bite was soon disappeared, licking her lips with a blissful sigh before turning her attention back on him. “So, what do you think? I know all the best taverns around here. At the very least you’ll get a good drink of it, hm?” A short burst of cheerful laughter bubbled past her lips as she winked, tantalizingly waving the unclaimed half under his nose. “I’m Neithotep, by the way. The people I like call me Nia. If you’re lucky, you could be one of them.” Nia would pull a smile from that stoic face if it killed her. “What’s your name?”
He found his own brows raising at the grin, cheeky as it was playful, both traits of which Kreios found easily entertaining even as the Egyptian girl picked up the choice of fruit he had suggested. That she had listened and agreed to his suggestion so easily surprised Kreios, for unlike her, the merchant was one who was usually not only suspicious, but uneager to listen to advice of someone he had just met on the streets.
Finding himself wondering if more Egyptians were such, and if so, where would he find such ladies, Kreios smirked when her next words meant he was not mistaken at all in assuming she meant her advances. Some ladies were nubile, young, and did not intentionally mean it when they subtly threw a flirtatious smile or grin. That was most assuredly not the case with this assertive young lady, and Kreios would not turn down a treat when offered.
His eyes almost devoured the way in which she enjoyed her own fruit, before they flickered again as she spoke to him. "Deal." he murmured easily, plucking the fig from her offered fingers waving it under his nose, Kreios allowed the fruit to lightly stain the edges of his lips as he popped it in his mouth, intentionally licking the juice away whilst his eyes never left her as she spoke.
"Kreios. It's nice to meet you, Nia." He was bold in his usage of the nickname, but he doubted the girl did not like him already. And when interest was indicated, Kreios hardly said no. Besides, she was a pretty little thing with a spark of mischief in her eyes that Kreios could appreciate temporarily, so long as it did not become a permanent fixture in his life. The merchant enjoyed a constant, quiet pace in which his solo life had easily taken on.
But the occasional piece of fun wouldn't hurt afterall.
"A tavern, you said? Are you sure such a pretty thing such as you should be seen within such establishments?' he couldn't help but ask in curiosity, sliding his hands into the folds of his black pants and leaning on the balls of his feet as he allowed his dark hair to frame one side of his face. "I wouldn't mind though. I find myself quite... hungry." For what, he would not specify, but if the girl was sharp as he hoped she was, she would be able to pick up on his subtle hint.
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He found his own brows raising at the grin, cheeky as it was playful, both traits of which Kreios found easily entertaining even as the Egyptian girl picked up the choice of fruit he had suggested. That she had listened and agreed to his suggestion so easily surprised Kreios, for unlike her, the merchant was one who was usually not only suspicious, but uneager to listen to advice of someone he had just met on the streets.
Finding himself wondering if more Egyptians were such, and if so, where would he find such ladies, Kreios smirked when her next words meant he was not mistaken at all in assuming she meant her advances. Some ladies were nubile, young, and did not intentionally mean it when they subtly threw a flirtatious smile or grin. That was most assuredly not the case with this assertive young lady, and Kreios would not turn down a treat when offered.
His eyes almost devoured the way in which she enjoyed her own fruit, before they flickered again as she spoke to him. "Deal." he murmured easily, plucking the fig from her offered fingers waving it under his nose, Kreios allowed the fruit to lightly stain the edges of his lips as he popped it in his mouth, intentionally licking the juice away whilst his eyes never left her as she spoke.
"Kreios. It's nice to meet you, Nia." He was bold in his usage of the nickname, but he doubted the girl did not like him already. And when interest was indicated, Kreios hardly said no. Besides, she was a pretty little thing with a spark of mischief in her eyes that Kreios could appreciate temporarily, so long as it did not become a permanent fixture in his life. The merchant enjoyed a constant, quiet pace in which his solo life had easily taken on.
But the occasional piece of fun wouldn't hurt afterall.
"A tavern, you said? Are you sure such a pretty thing such as you should be seen within such establishments?' he couldn't help but ask in curiosity, sliding his hands into the folds of his black pants and leaning on the balls of his feet as he allowed his dark hair to frame one side of his face. "I wouldn't mind though. I find myself quite... hungry." For what, he would not specify, but if the girl was sharp as he hoped she was, she would be able to pick up on his subtle hint.
He found his own brows raising at the grin, cheeky as it was playful, both traits of which Kreios found easily entertaining even as the Egyptian girl picked up the choice of fruit he had suggested. That she had listened and agreed to his suggestion so easily surprised Kreios, for unlike her, the merchant was one who was usually not only suspicious, but uneager to listen to advice of someone he had just met on the streets.
Finding himself wondering if more Egyptians were such, and if so, where would he find such ladies, Kreios smirked when her next words meant he was not mistaken at all in assuming she meant her advances. Some ladies were nubile, young, and did not intentionally mean it when they subtly threw a flirtatious smile or grin. That was most assuredly not the case with this assertive young lady, and Kreios would not turn down a treat when offered.
His eyes almost devoured the way in which she enjoyed her own fruit, before they flickered again as she spoke to him. "Deal." he murmured easily, plucking the fig from her offered fingers waving it under his nose, Kreios allowed the fruit to lightly stain the edges of his lips as he popped it in his mouth, intentionally licking the juice away whilst his eyes never left her as she spoke.
"Kreios. It's nice to meet you, Nia." He was bold in his usage of the nickname, but he doubted the girl did not like him already. And when interest was indicated, Kreios hardly said no. Besides, she was a pretty little thing with a spark of mischief in her eyes that Kreios could appreciate temporarily, so long as it did not become a permanent fixture in his life. The merchant enjoyed a constant, quiet pace in which his solo life had easily taken on.
But the occasional piece of fun wouldn't hurt afterall.
"A tavern, you said? Are you sure such a pretty thing such as you should be seen within such establishments?' he couldn't help but ask in curiosity, sliding his hands into the folds of his black pants and leaning on the balls of his feet as he allowed his dark hair to frame one side of his face. "I wouldn't mind though. I find myself quite... hungry." For what, he would not specify, but if the girl was sharp as he hoped she was, she would be able to pick up on his subtle hint.
“Kreios,” Nia repeated slowly, turning the Grecian man’s name over on her tongue. Greek names were always so musical and exotic, and his was no different, the woman deciding immediately that she liked it. And him. A coy smile tugged at her lips as she watched him bite into the fig, dark eyes drawn to his mouth with a pointed look that bespoke her own hunger. That smile only deepened when he called her by her nickname instead of Neithotep, a little flutter of satisfaction tickling her belly. “The pleasure is all mine.”
The rest of her half of the fruit was soon devoured, sucking the juice from her fingertips while her gaze lingered on his. It would seem he liked what he saw, after all. Good. She wasn’t sure she could have been more obvious if she’d tried. Nia’s unsubtle stare was soon interrupted by a deep-throated laugh at his question, mirthfully shaking her head. If only he knew the kinds of things she got up to!
“There are a lot of places a ‘pretty little thing such as me’ probably shouldn’t be, but yet here I am. Still going to every single one of them and enjoying every second.” Sliding her hand in the crook of his elbow, she grinned up at him with a suggestive tilt of her brow. Leaning in a bit closer, her voice dropped to a murmur, “Trust me, you’ll soon find out that I do quite a lot of things I shouldn’t. I think you’ll enjoy them, though.”
Tittering, Nia leaned back and started leading him away from the marketplace, easy and graceful in her pace. They were headed toward Tears of the Nile, one of her favorite taverns in the entire city. It was a seedy little dive with a questionable reputation, but the booze flowed freely and there was always entertainment to be had, so she wasn’t likely to complain.
“Come on, then. We’ll make sure your hunger gets satisfied.” The look she gave him made it crystal clear she’d understood very well what he’d meant and that she most definitely shared the sentiment. How could she not? The man was positively delicious, and the longer she spent in his company, the more ravenous she became. He wasn’t about to be rid of her any time soon that night.
"So, Kreios, what’s brought you to Cairo?” Nia asked curiously as they strolled. Her arm was tucked securely into his, her hip brushing his every now and then with the sway of her walk. “A bit far from home, aren’t you?”
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“Kreios,” Nia repeated slowly, turning the Grecian man’s name over on her tongue. Greek names were always so musical and exotic, and his was no different, the woman deciding immediately that she liked it. And him. A coy smile tugged at her lips as she watched him bite into the fig, dark eyes drawn to his mouth with a pointed look that bespoke her own hunger. That smile only deepened when he called her by her nickname instead of Neithotep, a little flutter of satisfaction tickling her belly. “The pleasure is all mine.”
The rest of her half of the fruit was soon devoured, sucking the juice from her fingertips while her gaze lingered on his. It would seem he liked what he saw, after all. Good. She wasn’t sure she could have been more obvious if she’d tried. Nia’s unsubtle stare was soon interrupted by a deep-throated laugh at his question, mirthfully shaking her head. If only he knew the kinds of things she got up to!
“There are a lot of places a ‘pretty little thing such as me’ probably shouldn’t be, but yet here I am. Still going to every single one of them and enjoying every second.” Sliding her hand in the crook of his elbow, she grinned up at him with a suggestive tilt of her brow. Leaning in a bit closer, her voice dropped to a murmur, “Trust me, you’ll soon find out that I do quite a lot of things I shouldn’t. I think you’ll enjoy them, though.”
Tittering, Nia leaned back and started leading him away from the marketplace, easy and graceful in her pace. They were headed toward Tears of the Nile, one of her favorite taverns in the entire city. It was a seedy little dive with a questionable reputation, but the booze flowed freely and there was always entertainment to be had, so she wasn’t likely to complain.
“Come on, then. We’ll make sure your hunger gets satisfied.” The look she gave him made it crystal clear she’d understood very well what he’d meant and that she most definitely shared the sentiment. How could she not? The man was positively delicious, and the longer she spent in his company, the more ravenous she became. He wasn’t about to be rid of her any time soon that night.
"So, Kreios, what’s brought you to Cairo?” Nia asked curiously as they strolled. Her arm was tucked securely into his, her hip brushing his every now and then with the sway of her walk. “A bit far from home, aren’t you?”
“Kreios,” Nia repeated slowly, turning the Grecian man’s name over on her tongue. Greek names were always so musical and exotic, and his was no different, the woman deciding immediately that she liked it. And him. A coy smile tugged at her lips as she watched him bite into the fig, dark eyes drawn to his mouth with a pointed look that bespoke her own hunger. That smile only deepened when he called her by her nickname instead of Neithotep, a little flutter of satisfaction tickling her belly. “The pleasure is all mine.”
The rest of her half of the fruit was soon devoured, sucking the juice from her fingertips while her gaze lingered on his. It would seem he liked what he saw, after all. Good. She wasn’t sure she could have been more obvious if she’d tried. Nia’s unsubtle stare was soon interrupted by a deep-throated laugh at his question, mirthfully shaking her head. If only he knew the kinds of things she got up to!
“There are a lot of places a ‘pretty little thing such as me’ probably shouldn’t be, but yet here I am. Still going to every single one of them and enjoying every second.” Sliding her hand in the crook of his elbow, she grinned up at him with a suggestive tilt of her brow. Leaning in a bit closer, her voice dropped to a murmur, “Trust me, you’ll soon find out that I do quite a lot of things I shouldn’t. I think you’ll enjoy them, though.”
Tittering, Nia leaned back and started leading him away from the marketplace, easy and graceful in her pace. They were headed toward Tears of the Nile, one of her favorite taverns in the entire city. It was a seedy little dive with a questionable reputation, but the booze flowed freely and there was always entertainment to be had, so she wasn’t likely to complain.
“Come on, then. We’ll make sure your hunger gets satisfied.” The look she gave him made it crystal clear she’d understood very well what he’d meant and that she most definitely shared the sentiment. How could she not? The man was positively delicious, and the longer she spent in his company, the more ravenous she became. He wasn’t about to be rid of her any time soon that night.
"So, Kreios, what’s brought you to Cairo?” Nia asked curiously as they strolled. Her arm was tucked securely into his, her hip brushing his every now and then with the sway of her walk. “A bit far from home, aren’t you?”
She seem to taste his name like a sweet she had longed for, and for that, Kreios wore a knowing smile. He was no dummy, and he could see when a woman was interested. While Kreios was no man who dallied with any female figure he saw, he was still a man who needed his needs fulfilled, and when one saw a willing fae... why not? He would be dumb to turn it down, especially from a girl with such looks.
He did not take his gaze away from hers as she licked her fingers, like some drawn out dance that neither of them was willing to take the lead nor back away from. Of course, there was also the fact that they were both now in a public place... but that could quickly be remedied.
Pulling her closer as she rested her arm in his, he smirked, allowing her to lead him through the semi-filled market as he listened to her melodic voice speak, chuckling at her statement as they neared the tavern. That she easily got her innuendo pleased Kreios, for that meant he was not dealing with a nubile wench, who got way too clingy for his preference sometimes.
Following her lead, the man's gait was easy by her side, pulling heer closer so instead of merely brushing, their hips were side by side as he replied. "Business. Work,mostly. But maybe more." His insinuation was clear as he let a finger trail patterns over the top of her knuckles. "Home is wherever I'll make it. For now, it is merely my cabin in my ship. I don't see a reason why one place, and only one, could be called home." It was true, afterall. His life as a merchant meant he was rarely, if at all back at his parent's home in Taengea. But it was why he did not call the place home... merely, a place for a transient being as he is.
Approaching a seedy little building, he raised a brow at how dodgy it looked, and flickered his gaze to the dark-haired Egyptian he had next to him. "You frequent a place such as this?" he asked in surprised, and then let his obisidian eyes slid back to the building, as a drunken man tottered out. "Your dress seems a little... fine, for such an establishment." It was not hesitancy, but merely curiosity. His clientele were of all walks of life, and that meant Kreios could easily tell finery, and from her stitchings, it was clear Nia was no commonborn young girl.
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She seem to taste his name like a sweet she had longed for, and for that, Kreios wore a knowing smile. He was no dummy, and he could see when a woman was interested. While Kreios was no man who dallied with any female figure he saw, he was still a man who needed his needs fulfilled, and when one saw a willing fae... why not? He would be dumb to turn it down, especially from a girl with such looks.
He did not take his gaze away from hers as she licked her fingers, like some drawn out dance that neither of them was willing to take the lead nor back away from. Of course, there was also the fact that they were both now in a public place... but that could quickly be remedied.
Pulling her closer as she rested her arm in his, he smirked, allowing her to lead him through the semi-filled market as he listened to her melodic voice speak, chuckling at her statement as they neared the tavern. That she easily got her innuendo pleased Kreios, for that meant he was not dealing with a nubile wench, who got way too clingy for his preference sometimes.
Following her lead, the man's gait was easy by her side, pulling heer closer so instead of merely brushing, their hips were side by side as he replied. "Business. Work,mostly. But maybe more." His insinuation was clear as he let a finger trail patterns over the top of her knuckles. "Home is wherever I'll make it. For now, it is merely my cabin in my ship. I don't see a reason why one place, and only one, could be called home." It was true, afterall. His life as a merchant meant he was rarely, if at all back at his parent's home in Taengea. But it was why he did not call the place home... merely, a place for a transient being as he is.
Approaching a seedy little building, he raised a brow at how dodgy it looked, and flickered his gaze to the dark-haired Egyptian he had next to him. "You frequent a place such as this?" he asked in surprised, and then let his obisidian eyes slid back to the building, as a drunken man tottered out. "Your dress seems a little... fine, for such an establishment." It was not hesitancy, but merely curiosity. His clientele were of all walks of life, and that meant Kreios could easily tell finery, and from her stitchings, it was clear Nia was no commonborn young girl.
She seem to taste his name like a sweet she had longed for, and for that, Kreios wore a knowing smile. He was no dummy, and he could see when a woman was interested. While Kreios was no man who dallied with any female figure he saw, he was still a man who needed his needs fulfilled, and when one saw a willing fae... why not? He would be dumb to turn it down, especially from a girl with such looks.
He did not take his gaze away from hers as she licked her fingers, like some drawn out dance that neither of them was willing to take the lead nor back away from. Of course, there was also the fact that they were both now in a public place... but that could quickly be remedied.
Pulling her closer as she rested her arm in his, he smirked, allowing her to lead him through the semi-filled market as he listened to her melodic voice speak, chuckling at her statement as they neared the tavern. That she easily got her innuendo pleased Kreios, for that meant he was not dealing with a nubile wench, who got way too clingy for his preference sometimes.
Following her lead, the man's gait was easy by her side, pulling heer closer so instead of merely brushing, their hips were side by side as he replied. "Business. Work,mostly. But maybe more." His insinuation was clear as he let a finger trail patterns over the top of her knuckles. "Home is wherever I'll make it. For now, it is merely my cabin in my ship. I don't see a reason why one place, and only one, could be called home." It was true, afterall. His life as a merchant meant he was rarely, if at all back at his parent's home in Taengea. But it was why he did not call the place home... merely, a place for a transient being as he is.
Approaching a seedy little building, he raised a brow at how dodgy it looked, and flickered his gaze to the dark-haired Egyptian he had next to him. "You frequent a place such as this?" he asked in surprised, and then let his obisidian eyes slid back to the building, as a drunken man tottered out. "Your dress seems a little... fine, for such an establishment." It was not hesitancy, but merely curiosity. His clientele were of all walks of life, and that meant Kreios could easily tell finery, and from her stitchings, it was clear Nia was no commonborn young girl.
When Kreios pulled her closer, Nia couldn’t help but smile—the sensuous brush of flesh against flesh sending a thrill of pleasure up her spine. Her grip on his arm tightened, her thumb brushing in little circles where it touched. “I like the way you think,” she murmured, dark impish eyes glancing up to catch his. “Who truly wants to call one place home forever? I know I don’t.”
Even if that’s exactly what her life seemed to entail. Neithotep was definitely no common born girl, a noble lady born and bred, but it was a nobility that she despised. She hated the ‘duty’ her birth had forced on her, the surrendering of her own decision-making to others that she might benefit her family rather than herself. The young lady of Hei Sheifa wanted nothing more than to find her own way, to forge her own path when and where she wanted. Was that so much to ask? For a noble daughter in Egypt, apparently so.
At his comment on her dress in regard to the tavern, she laughed. “I told you I get into all sorts of things you wouldn’t expect.” That she was of high birth didn’t concern most of the regular patrons; they’d known Nia for years and most held her in good esteem. She was a charming girl, easygoing with a bright smile and a quick laugh, and with the way she’d always acted, it was often hard to remember she was a lady at all. Even with her finery.
“Perhaps my clothes are a little better than most of those in there, but I don’t turn my nose up at them and they don’t turn their nose up at me,” she went on with a shrug. “I’ve never thought any place should be ‘beneath’ someone just because of the family they were born into. I come to places like this to forget the family I was born into.”
The girl was remarkably candid with a man she’d just met, but that was Nia. Open and trusting with just about everyone, she’d always held firm the world wasn’t really as bad as so many tried to make it out to be. Thieves and rogues could be good men at heart, and she’d frequently found that to be the case. Even if she’d been robbed a few times along the way.
Nia grinned. “Besides, it’s not quite as rundown as it looks. The food, the booze, and the beds are all better than you’d expect.” Batting aside the door hangings with a look of pure mischief, she tugged his arm. “Come on, you’ll see.” Their ‘subtle’ back and forth was starting to lose all pretense to such a word, verdant lips brushing against his cheek with an unspoken promise.
And indeed, it wasn’t as rundown as it looked, a room that appeared to be cramped from the outside surprisingly open and airy. It was also fairly clean, even for the amount of patrons it held, though where alcohol was served there was bound to be a certain level of grime. Twining their way through the press of people, she guided Kreios to the bar, where she stopped and offered another smile. “I believe you owe me a drink, remember?”
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When Kreios pulled her closer, Nia couldn’t help but smile—the sensuous brush of flesh against flesh sending a thrill of pleasure up her spine. Her grip on his arm tightened, her thumb brushing in little circles where it touched. “I like the way you think,” she murmured, dark impish eyes glancing up to catch his. “Who truly wants to call one place home forever? I know I don’t.”
Even if that’s exactly what her life seemed to entail. Neithotep was definitely no common born girl, a noble lady born and bred, but it was a nobility that she despised. She hated the ‘duty’ her birth had forced on her, the surrendering of her own decision-making to others that she might benefit her family rather than herself. The young lady of Hei Sheifa wanted nothing more than to find her own way, to forge her own path when and where she wanted. Was that so much to ask? For a noble daughter in Egypt, apparently so.
At his comment on her dress in regard to the tavern, she laughed. “I told you I get into all sorts of things you wouldn’t expect.” That she was of high birth didn’t concern most of the regular patrons; they’d known Nia for years and most held her in good esteem. She was a charming girl, easygoing with a bright smile and a quick laugh, and with the way she’d always acted, it was often hard to remember she was a lady at all. Even with her finery.
“Perhaps my clothes are a little better than most of those in there, but I don’t turn my nose up at them and they don’t turn their nose up at me,” she went on with a shrug. “I’ve never thought any place should be ‘beneath’ someone just because of the family they were born into. I come to places like this to forget the family I was born into.”
The girl was remarkably candid with a man she’d just met, but that was Nia. Open and trusting with just about everyone, she’d always held firm the world wasn’t really as bad as so many tried to make it out to be. Thieves and rogues could be good men at heart, and she’d frequently found that to be the case. Even if she’d been robbed a few times along the way.
Nia grinned. “Besides, it’s not quite as rundown as it looks. The food, the booze, and the beds are all better than you’d expect.” Batting aside the door hangings with a look of pure mischief, she tugged his arm. “Come on, you’ll see.” Their ‘subtle’ back and forth was starting to lose all pretense to such a word, verdant lips brushing against his cheek with an unspoken promise.
And indeed, it wasn’t as rundown as it looked, a room that appeared to be cramped from the outside surprisingly open and airy. It was also fairly clean, even for the amount of patrons it held, though where alcohol was served there was bound to be a certain level of grime. Twining their way through the press of people, she guided Kreios to the bar, where she stopped and offered another smile. “I believe you owe me a drink, remember?”
When Kreios pulled her closer, Nia couldn’t help but smile—the sensuous brush of flesh against flesh sending a thrill of pleasure up her spine. Her grip on his arm tightened, her thumb brushing in little circles where it touched. “I like the way you think,” she murmured, dark impish eyes glancing up to catch his. “Who truly wants to call one place home forever? I know I don’t.”
Even if that’s exactly what her life seemed to entail. Neithotep was definitely no common born girl, a noble lady born and bred, but it was a nobility that she despised. She hated the ‘duty’ her birth had forced on her, the surrendering of her own decision-making to others that she might benefit her family rather than herself. The young lady of Hei Sheifa wanted nothing more than to find her own way, to forge her own path when and where she wanted. Was that so much to ask? For a noble daughter in Egypt, apparently so.
At his comment on her dress in regard to the tavern, she laughed. “I told you I get into all sorts of things you wouldn’t expect.” That she was of high birth didn’t concern most of the regular patrons; they’d known Nia for years and most held her in good esteem. She was a charming girl, easygoing with a bright smile and a quick laugh, and with the way she’d always acted, it was often hard to remember she was a lady at all. Even with her finery.
“Perhaps my clothes are a little better than most of those in there, but I don’t turn my nose up at them and they don’t turn their nose up at me,” she went on with a shrug. “I’ve never thought any place should be ‘beneath’ someone just because of the family they were born into. I come to places like this to forget the family I was born into.”
The girl was remarkably candid with a man she’d just met, but that was Nia. Open and trusting with just about everyone, she’d always held firm the world wasn’t really as bad as so many tried to make it out to be. Thieves and rogues could be good men at heart, and she’d frequently found that to be the case. Even if she’d been robbed a few times along the way.
Nia grinned. “Besides, it’s not quite as rundown as it looks. The food, the booze, and the beds are all better than you’d expect.” Batting aside the door hangings with a look of pure mischief, she tugged his arm. “Come on, you’ll see.” Their ‘subtle’ back and forth was starting to lose all pretense to such a word, verdant lips brushing against his cheek with an unspoken promise.
And indeed, it wasn’t as rundown as it looked, a room that appeared to be cramped from the outside surprisingly open and airy. It was also fairly clean, even for the amount of patrons it held, though where alcohol was served there was bound to be a certain level of grime. Twining their way through the press of people, she guided Kreios to the bar, where she stopped and offered another smile. “I believe you owe me a drink, remember?”
He was a man who operated largely under his own command - unlike the others of his ilk who acted on impulse, reacting based on their basal nature. Kreios prided himself as being someone who had full control of his senses and actions, and that meant that he did not fall into drunken stupor, or victim to the seductions of whores or temple priestesses.
Of course, he was also smart enough to recognize when he wanted something, and when Kreios wanted something, he did not stop till he got it. Besides, he was still a man, and while he had control over his impulses, that didn't mean he did not have them at all. He simply weighed out the pros and cons of each action before he took them. And this Egyptian girl? She was definitely more pros then cons. Especially, despite her status as a lady of noble birth, Kreios was unlikely to return to Egypt within the next few months, which meant there was little chance of his being caught and hung on a noose.
Smirking at her cheeky laugh, he raised a brow. "And what if I expect nothing?" he murmured in return. Kreios had long since learned to cease in judging a book by its cover, especially with his range of clientele. These days, the man simply took things as they came... he trusted a lot less of course, for he's seen many a story come to him that involved a lot more then simply angry people. Backstabbers, double-crossers... all sorts. Perhaps that was why he had such a bleak outlook of life.
To a certain extent, he could gel with the Egyptian girl's values. It was similar to Kreios, for he did not care whether his customer was of noble birth or a peddler on the streets - so long as his coin was paid, of course. To the merchant, everyone's rank was the same, for when they were dead and gone, it wasn't as if one could use the money they earned in their life to pave their way to Elysium.
Raising a brow again as they entered the establishment, the man regarded Neithotep with amusement. "The beds, I see? You've tested them then?" he questioned, a rhetoric one more then anything. There was little doubt as to where this encounter was leading them to.
Finally letting his gaze slip away from the charming Egyptian to take down the place she had brought them to, Kreios admitted that there was truth to hr words. It could use some upkeep for wear and tear, but the atmosphere was general as one would expect of an inn situated on dockside, clean especially.
Weaving their way to the bar and following Nia's guide, the man eventually leaned on the counter top turning to meet her smile and her words with another chuckle. "My, you do remember your debts, don't you." he replied, waving at a bartender and making a sign for two tankards. Sure enough, it took a little under a minute for two brimming tankards to come whizzing their way, the beverage which Kreios found himself missing occasionally when he was back in Greece, where only wine and kuklia was found in abundance.
Taking a sip of the fermented hops, he took a larger swig, feeling the warmth spread from his chest. "Your kinda drink, I hope?" he murmured with a sideways glance at the girl, before he continued. "What do people do around here for fun anyway?"
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He was a man who operated largely under his own command - unlike the others of his ilk who acted on impulse, reacting based on their basal nature. Kreios prided himself as being someone who had full control of his senses and actions, and that meant that he did not fall into drunken stupor, or victim to the seductions of whores or temple priestesses.
Of course, he was also smart enough to recognize when he wanted something, and when Kreios wanted something, he did not stop till he got it. Besides, he was still a man, and while he had control over his impulses, that didn't mean he did not have them at all. He simply weighed out the pros and cons of each action before he took them. And this Egyptian girl? She was definitely more pros then cons. Especially, despite her status as a lady of noble birth, Kreios was unlikely to return to Egypt within the next few months, which meant there was little chance of his being caught and hung on a noose.
Smirking at her cheeky laugh, he raised a brow. "And what if I expect nothing?" he murmured in return. Kreios had long since learned to cease in judging a book by its cover, especially with his range of clientele. These days, the man simply took things as they came... he trusted a lot less of course, for he's seen many a story come to him that involved a lot more then simply angry people. Backstabbers, double-crossers... all sorts. Perhaps that was why he had such a bleak outlook of life.
To a certain extent, he could gel with the Egyptian girl's values. It was similar to Kreios, for he did not care whether his customer was of noble birth or a peddler on the streets - so long as his coin was paid, of course. To the merchant, everyone's rank was the same, for when they were dead and gone, it wasn't as if one could use the money they earned in their life to pave their way to Elysium.
Raising a brow again as they entered the establishment, the man regarded Neithotep with amusement. "The beds, I see? You've tested them then?" he questioned, a rhetoric one more then anything. There was little doubt as to where this encounter was leading them to.
Finally letting his gaze slip away from the charming Egyptian to take down the place she had brought them to, Kreios admitted that there was truth to hr words. It could use some upkeep for wear and tear, but the atmosphere was general as one would expect of an inn situated on dockside, clean especially.
Weaving their way to the bar and following Nia's guide, the man eventually leaned on the counter top turning to meet her smile and her words with another chuckle. "My, you do remember your debts, don't you." he replied, waving at a bartender and making a sign for two tankards. Sure enough, it took a little under a minute for two brimming tankards to come whizzing their way, the beverage which Kreios found himself missing occasionally when he was back in Greece, where only wine and kuklia was found in abundance.
Taking a sip of the fermented hops, he took a larger swig, feeling the warmth spread from his chest. "Your kinda drink, I hope?" he murmured with a sideways glance at the girl, before he continued. "What do people do around here for fun anyway?"
He was a man who operated largely under his own command - unlike the others of his ilk who acted on impulse, reacting based on their basal nature. Kreios prided himself as being someone who had full control of his senses and actions, and that meant that he did not fall into drunken stupor, or victim to the seductions of whores or temple priestesses.
Of course, he was also smart enough to recognize when he wanted something, and when Kreios wanted something, he did not stop till he got it. Besides, he was still a man, and while he had control over his impulses, that didn't mean he did not have them at all. He simply weighed out the pros and cons of each action before he took them. And this Egyptian girl? She was definitely more pros then cons. Especially, despite her status as a lady of noble birth, Kreios was unlikely to return to Egypt within the next few months, which meant there was little chance of his being caught and hung on a noose.
Smirking at her cheeky laugh, he raised a brow. "And what if I expect nothing?" he murmured in return. Kreios had long since learned to cease in judging a book by its cover, especially with his range of clientele. These days, the man simply took things as they came... he trusted a lot less of course, for he's seen many a story come to him that involved a lot more then simply angry people. Backstabbers, double-crossers... all sorts. Perhaps that was why he had such a bleak outlook of life.
To a certain extent, he could gel with the Egyptian girl's values. It was similar to Kreios, for he did not care whether his customer was of noble birth or a peddler on the streets - so long as his coin was paid, of course. To the merchant, everyone's rank was the same, for when they were dead and gone, it wasn't as if one could use the money they earned in their life to pave their way to Elysium.
Raising a brow again as they entered the establishment, the man regarded Neithotep with amusement. "The beds, I see? You've tested them then?" he questioned, a rhetoric one more then anything. There was little doubt as to where this encounter was leading them to.
Finally letting his gaze slip away from the charming Egyptian to take down the place she had brought them to, Kreios admitted that there was truth to hr words. It could use some upkeep for wear and tear, but the atmosphere was general as one would expect of an inn situated on dockside, clean especially.
Weaving their way to the bar and following Nia's guide, the man eventually leaned on the counter top turning to meet her smile and her words with another chuckle. "My, you do remember your debts, don't you." he replied, waving at a bartender and making a sign for two tankards. Sure enough, it took a little under a minute for two brimming tankards to come whizzing their way, the beverage which Kreios found himself missing occasionally when he was back in Greece, where only wine and kuklia was found in abundance.
Taking a sip of the fermented hops, he took a larger swig, feeling the warmth spread from his chest. "Your kinda drink, I hope?" he murmured with a sideways glance at the girl, before he continued. "What do people do around here for fun anyway?"
“If you expect nothing, then I guess you’re always surprised,” Nia replied with a grin. “Makes life more exciting that way, doesn’t it?”
The young lady of Hei Sheifa liked surprises. She enjoyed living her life moment to moment, day to day, without thinking too far in the future. Planning was tedious, expectations were dull. Why would someone ever want a cut and dried path for their life when things could change so much in an instant? Nia preferred to roll with the unexpected, to deal with challenges as they came. She refused to understand why anyone would ever live another way.
Another grin was her answer to his next question, her lashes lowering in a wink, though she said nothing. Indeed, she had tested these beds before on multiple occasions, and she was always up for testing them again. Dark eyes raked over him in a lascivious stare, idly contemplating the form hidden beneath folds of black fabric. She was sure it wouldn’t be much longer before imagination became reality, but Nia was patient. It was much more fun to play their coy little game for a while first.
When they approached the bar and he ordered their drinks, she leaned casually on the counter, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, but not quite close enough that they were touching. Her flirtatious proximity was a subtle tease, the tantalizing scent of her perfume wafting through the air, but she still lingered just out of reach. The beers arrived with a surprising swiftness for how bustling the tavern was, but it was true that Neithotep was a familiar and fond face. She’d never had to wait very long for service.
“My dear Kreios, every drink is my sort of drink,” she answered, chuckling before she took a swallow of the slightly bitter ale. “I’m never going to complain about free alcohol. Or alcohol I traded for half a piece of a fruit.” Her eyes sparkled as she took another swallow of the frothy beverage, her gaze never leaving his.
“What do people do for fun around here?” she echoed with a thoughtful tap on her chin. “A lot of this, I suppose.” She gestured around the tavern with her free hand. “Drinking, dicing, smoking, whoring… Can’t imagine it’s terribly different from the Greek port cities.” She shrugged. “Though I’ve heard we Egyptians are a bit more… what’s the word… hedonistic than others. We tend to do things in excess. Or so they say.”
Looking at him over the brim of her tankard, Nia’s mouth curled in a slow smirk. “But I say what’s wrong with the pursuit of pleasure? Shouldn’t that be what life’s about?” Moving in a little closer, she entwined her arm with his again, her fingertips slowly gliding up the soft flesh of his forearm to stop and dance along his knuckles. “Impulsive, I get called. Reckless. But I think those people are just boring. What’s life without risk?” Her smirk widened. “And besides, risk often brings reward. Wouldn’t you agree?”
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“If you expect nothing, then I guess you’re always surprised,” Nia replied with a grin. “Makes life more exciting that way, doesn’t it?”
The young lady of Hei Sheifa liked surprises. She enjoyed living her life moment to moment, day to day, without thinking too far in the future. Planning was tedious, expectations were dull. Why would someone ever want a cut and dried path for their life when things could change so much in an instant? Nia preferred to roll with the unexpected, to deal with challenges as they came. She refused to understand why anyone would ever live another way.
Another grin was her answer to his next question, her lashes lowering in a wink, though she said nothing. Indeed, she had tested these beds before on multiple occasions, and she was always up for testing them again. Dark eyes raked over him in a lascivious stare, idly contemplating the form hidden beneath folds of black fabric. She was sure it wouldn’t be much longer before imagination became reality, but Nia was patient. It was much more fun to play their coy little game for a while first.
When they approached the bar and he ordered their drinks, she leaned casually on the counter, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, but not quite close enough that they were touching. Her flirtatious proximity was a subtle tease, the tantalizing scent of her perfume wafting through the air, but she still lingered just out of reach. The beers arrived with a surprising swiftness for how bustling the tavern was, but it was true that Neithotep was a familiar and fond face. She’d never had to wait very long for service.
“My dear Kreios, every drink is my sort of drink,” she answered, chuckling before she took a swallow of the slightly bitter ale. “I’m never going to complain about free alcohol. Or alcohol I traded for half a piece of a fruit.” Her eyes sparkled as she took another swallow of the frothy beverage, her gaze never leaving his.
“What do people do for fun around here?” she echoed with a thoughtful tap on her chin. “A lot of this, I suppose.” She gestured around the tavern with her free hand. “Drinking, dicing, smoking, whoring… Can’t imagine it’s terribly different from the Greek port cities.” She shrugged. “Though I’ve heard we Egyptians are a bit more… what’s the word… hedonistic than others. We tend to do things in excess. Or so they say.”
Looking at him over the brim of her tankard, Nia’s mouth curled in a slow smirk. “But I say what’s wrong with the pursuit of pleasure? Shouldn’t that be what life’s about?” Moving in a little closer, she entwined her arm with his again, her fingertips slowly gliding up the soft flesh of his forearm to stop and dance along his knuckles. “Impulsive, I get called. Reckless. But I think those people are just boring. What’s life without risk?” Her smirk widened. “And besides, risk often brings reward. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“If you expect nothing, then I guess you’re always surprised,” Nia replied with a grin. “Makes life more exciting that way, doesn’t it?”
The young lady of Hei Sheifa liked surprises. She enjoyed living her life moment to moment, day to day, without thinking too far in the future. Planning was tedious, expectations were dull. Why would someone ever want a cut and dried path for their life when things could change so much in an instant? Nia preferred to roll with the unexpected, to deal with challenges as they came. She refused to understand why anyone would ever live another way.
Another grin was her answer to his next question, her lashes lowering in a wink, though she said nothing. Indeed, she had tested these beds before on multiple occasions, and she was always up for testing them again. Dark eyes raked over him in a lascivious stare, idly contemplating the form hidden beneath folds of black fabric. She was sure it wouldn’t be much longer before imagination became reality, but Nia was patient. It was much more fun to play their coy little game for a while first.
When they approached the bar and he ordered their drinks, she leaned casually on the counter, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, but not quite close enough that they were touching. Her flirtatious proximity was a subtle tease, the tantalizing scent of her perfume wafting through the air, but she still lingered just out of reach. The beers arrived with a surprising swiftness for how bustling the tavern was, but it was true that Neithotep was a familiar and fond face. She’d never had to wait very long for service.
“My dear Kreios, every drink is my sort of drink,” she answered, chuckling before she took a swallow of the slightly bitter ale. “I’m never going to complain about free alcohol. Or alcohol I traded for half a piece of a fruit.” Her eyes sparkled as she took another swallow of the frothy beverage, her gaze never leaving his.
“What do people do for fun around here?” she echoed with a thoughtful tap on her chin. “A lot of this, I suppose.” She gestured around the tavern with her free hand. “Drinking, dicing, smoking, whoring… Can’t imagine it’s terribly different from the Greek port cities.” She shrugged. “Though I’ve heard we Egyptians are a bit more… what’s the word… hedonistic than others. We tend to do things in excess. Or so they say.”
Looking at him over the brim of her tankard, Nia’s mouth curled in a slow smirk. “But I say what’s wrong with the pursuit of pleasure? Shouldn’t that be what life’s about?” Moving in a little closer, she entwined her arm with his again, her fingertips slowly gliding up the soft flesh of his forearm to stop and dance along his knuckles. “Impulsive, I get called. Reckless. But I think those people are just boring. What’s life without risk?” Her smirk widened. “And besides, risk often brings reward. Wouldn’t you agree?”
It did not take a genius to recognize the look that the young lady was giving him now, and it was a look that Kreios was more then happy to reciprocate at this point of time. It had been a few weeks since he's last indulged in a lady friend, which meant it was high time he found a new companion for now, especially if one was already willing.
He could smell the faint hint of her perfume as he took his drink, identifying scent with that smile that was too often flashed in his direction. Kreios chuckled at her reply, not at all surprised at her inclination for any drink available to her. Afterall, what else was he to expect from a tavern bed-tester as she had admitted herself to be? "I'm thinking I should've asked for much more then half a piece of fruit at this point." he replied smoothly, taking his own gulp of the drink made from fermented hops.
To her credit, she didn't have it too far wrong. In a way, Kreios suspected many port cities around the world functioned the same way, for sailors and pirates who have been at sea for a long time always returned to land wanting the same thing - a stable piece of land, some whores and being able to get smashed without needing to be on duty in a few hours, or face the possibility of tipping off the side of the ship in a drunken haze.
So he nodded in agreement, shrugging in return. "Not necessarily. Greeks can be just as bad, but we just cover it all in a veneer of niceties and pretty baubles." he muttered with a wry smile. Kreios did not entirely have a good view of his fellow contrymen - but that was just Kreios being Kreios. He rarely thought well of anyone.
Turning over when her tone turned playful, her smirk earned her one that Kreios gave her, as he downed the last of his drink, placing the large mug down on the wooden counter. "So.... Do I get a reward for the risk I took following an unknown lady to a random tavern by the port today?"
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It did not take a genius to recognize the look that the young lady was giving him now, and it was a look that Kreios was more then happy to reciprocate at this point of time. It had been a few weeks since he's last indulged in a lady friend, which meant it was high time he found a new companion for now, especially if one was already willing.
He could smell the faint hint of her perfume as he took his drink, identifying scent with that smile that was too often flashed in his direction. Kreios chuckled at her reply, not at all surprised at her inclination for any drink available to her. Afterall, what else was he to expect from a tavern bed-tester as she had admitted herself to be? "I'm thinking I should've asked for much more then half a piece of fruit at this point." he replied smoothly, taking his own gulp of the drink made from fermented hops.
To her credit, she didn't have it too far wrong. In a way, Kreios suspected many port cities around the world functioned the same way, for sailors and pirates who have been at sea for a long time always returned to land wanting the same thing - a stable piece of land, some whores and being able to get smashed without needing to be on duty in a few hours, or face the possibility of tipping off the side of the ship in a drunken haze.
So he nodded in agreement, shrugging in return. "Not necessarily. Greeks can be just as bad, but we just cover it all in a veneer of niceties and pretty baubles." he muttered with a wry smile. Kreios did not entirely have a good view of his fellow contrymen - but that was just Kreios being Kreios. He rarely thought well of anyone.
Turning over when her tone turned playful, her smirk earned her one that Kreios gave her, as he downed the last of his drink, placing the large mug down on the wooden counter. "So.... Do I get a reward for the risk I took following an unknown lady to a random tavern by the port today?"
It did not take a genius to recognize the look that the young lady was giving him now, and it was a look that Kreios was more then happy to reciprocate at this point of time. It had been a few weeks since he's last indulged in a lady friend, which meant it was high time he found a new companion for now, especially if one was already willing.
He could smell the faint hint of her perfume as he took his drink, identifying scent with that smile that was too often flashed in his direction. Kreios chuckled at her reply, not at all surprised at her inclination for any drink available to her. Afterall, what else was he to expect from a tavern bed-tester as she had admitted herself to be? "I'm thinking I should've asked for much more then half a piece of fruit at this point." he replied smoothly, taking his own gulp of the drink made from fermented hops.
To her credit, she didn't have it too far wrong. In a way, Kreios suspected many port cities around the world functioned the same way, for sailors and pirates who have been at sea for a long time always returned to land wanting the same thing - a stable piece of land, some whores and being able to get smashed without needing to be on duty in a few hours, or face the possibility of tipping off the side of the ship in a drunken haze.
So he nodded in agreement, shrugging in return. "Not necessarily. Greeks can be just as bad, but we just cover it all in a veneer of niceties and pretty baubles." he muttered with a wry smile. Kreios did not entirely have a good view of his fellow contrymen - but that was just Kreios being Kreios. He rarely thought well of anyone.
Turning over when her tone turned playful, her smirk earned her one that Kreios gave her, as he downed the last of his drink, placing the large mug down on the wooden counter. "So.... Do I get a reward for the risk I took following an unknown lady to a random tavern by the port today?"
“I rather think you’ll get quite a bit more than half a piece of fruit out of this,” Nia answered Kreios with an easy smile, though her implication was not at all subtle. As if I was ever subtle to begin with. Laughing and downing several swallows of the cheap ale in her hand, she set it back on the bar and looked over at her hazel-eyed companion. The young Egyptian woman listened idly as he spoke of the Greeks’ unexpected proclivities, but all she could think of was the ones he might have. Was he as reserved in bed as he’d seemed upon their initial meeting? Or did that stoic demeanor conceal a more adventurous nature? She was determined to find out… and soon.
Observing the way he looked at her, she felt a bloom of satisfaction deep in her belly. It wouldn’t be much longer now.
Listening to his last question, she giggled; obviously, his mind was turned in nearly the same direction as hers. “Well, I suppose that depends on the type of reward you’re after,” Nia replied, her voice low and her smirk playful as she stepped in closer. Her hand travelled down the fabric covering his chest before stopping at his waist, looking up to catch his gaze. “Though, I’m quite sure you’ll find the risk worth it either way.”
Leaning in, her other hand brushed the side of Kreios’s neck and settled on the back, slender fingertips lightly tracing through the small hairs at the base of his skull. It was only the space of a moment before silken lips brushed his in a kiss, a brief and gentle caress that left only the barest impression of her mouth on his.
Pulling away just enough to speak, Nia smiled and whispered, “Come with me. You can decide for yourself if the reward was worth it, after all.”
Parting from him long enough to finish off her ale, she set it back down and took his hand. Twining her fingers with his, Nia gently squeezed. “This way,” she instructed, lashes lowering in a wink before dropping his hand and pushing her way through the small crowd. Heading down the hall, she glanced back to see if Kreios followed. Finding the third room on the left and relatively clean, she beckoned the Greek man inside with a crooked grin.
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“I rather think you’ll get quite a bit more than half a piece of fruit out of this,” Nia answered Kreios with an easy smile, though her implication was not at all subtle. As if I was ever subtle to begin with. Laughing and downing several swallows of the cheap ale in her hand, she set it back on the bar and looked over at her hazel-eyed companion. The young Egyptian woman listened idly as he spoke of the Greeks’ unexpected proclivities, but all she could think of was the ones he might have. Was he as reserved in bed as he’d seemed upon their initial meeting? Or did that stoic demeanor conceal a more adventurous nature? She was determined to find out… and soon.
Observing the way he looked at her, she felt a bloom of satisfaction deep in her belly. It wouldn’t be much longer now.
Listening to his last question, she giggled; obviously, his mind was turned in nearly the same direction as hers. “Well, I suppose that depends on the type of reward you’re after,” Nia replied, her voice low and her smirk playful as she stepped in closer. Her hand travelled down the fabric covering his chest before stopping at his waist, looking up to catch his gaze. “Though, I’m quite sure you’ll find the risk worth it either way.”
Leaning in, her other hand brushed the side of Kreios’s neck and settled on the back, slender fingertips lightly tracing through the small hairs at the base of his skull. It was only the space of a moment before silken lips brushed his in a kiss, a brief and gentle caress that left only the barest impression of her mouth on his.
Pulling away just enough to speak, Nia smiled and whispered, “Come with me. You can decide for yourself if the reward was worth it, after all.”
Parting from him long enough to finish off her ale, she set it back down and took his hand. Twining her fingers with his, Nia gently squeezed. “This way,” she instructed, lashes lowering in a wink before dropping his hand and pushing her way through the small crowd. Heading down the hall, she glanced back to see if Kreios followed. Finding the third room on the left and relatively clean, she beckoned the Greek man inside with a crooked grin.
“I rather think you’ll get quite a bit more than half a piece of fruit out of this,” Nia answered Kreios with an easy smile, though her implication was not at all subtle. As if I was ever subtle to begin with. Laughing and downing several swallows of the cheap ale in her hand, she set it back on the bar and looked over at her hazel-eyed companion. The young Egyptian woman listened idly as he spoke of the Greeks’ unexpected proclivities, but all she could think of was the ones he might have. Was he as reserved in bed as he’d seemed upon their initial meeting? Or did that stoic demeanor conceal a more adventurous nature? She was determined to find out… and soon.
Observing the way he looked at her, she felt a bloom of satisfaction deep in her belly. It wouldn’t be much longer now.
Listening to his last question, she giggled; obviously, his mind was turned in nearly the same direction as hers. “Well, I suppose that depends on the type of reward you’re after,” Nia replied, her voice low and her smirk playful as she stepped in closer. Her hand travelled down the fabric covering his chest before stopping at his waist, looking up to catch his gaze. “Though, I’m quite sure you’ll find the risk worth it either way.”
Leaning in, her other hand brushed the side of Kreios’s neck and settled on the back, slender fingertips lightly tracing through the small hairs at the base of his skull. It was only the space of a moment before silken lips brushed his in a kiss, a brief and gentle caress that left only the barest impression of her mouth on his.
Pulling away just enough to speak, Nia smiled and whispered, “Come with me. You can decide for yourself if the reward was worth it, after all.”
Parting from him long enough to finish off her ale, she set it back down and took his hand. Twining her fingers with his, Nia gently squeezed. “This way,” she instructed, lashes lowering in a wink before dropping his hand and pushing her way through the small crowd. Heading down the hall, she glanced back to see if Kreios followed. Finding the third room on the left and relatively clean, she beckoned the Greek man inside with a crooked grin.
He raised a brow, but it wasn't hard to catch the implied meaning behind the words of the Egyptian, and that was enough for Kreios's smooth smile to grow, a low chuckle accompanying the widening of his grin. Obviously, despite her status as a probably noble lady within the court of Egypt, this lady was not at all similar to the Grecian ladies. They were the ones who, while expanding on the virtuousness of ladies being pure at their marriage bed, did not at all practice what they preach behind doors. Kreios found himself much preferring the lack of pretend-niceness he found here in Egypt.
Downing his ale as she replied him, he recognized the low tone her voice had taken a turn for - it was impossible not to, especially when they were in such a seedy establishment.
Not gracing her with an answer, instead his response to her was easy to see when he actually followed her tug, not at all rejecting her taking his hand. Kreios was not one for personal touches, and generally liked keeping his personal space. All the crew aboard the Azazel knew this well, and not one of them dared step foot in his work room whenever he was within, even if a storm threathened to overturn the boat. For him to not pull away when he was being taken was in and of itself, and agreement of sorts.
Tossing a coin to the innkeeper that was likely enough to pay for whatever portion of the night they would need, the man followed her into the room of Neithotep's choosing, closing the door behind them once he was in. The room in itself was sparse, clearly not meant for any extended time of staying, but it served its purpose - at least, the purpose Kreios had in mind. A bed in a corner, big enough to fit two bodies and the sheets seemingly clean (although more inspection would be needed, but that's not what he was here for). A small table was next to the bed pushed in a corner, but other then the harried looking rug haphazardly tossed on the ground, there was not much else.
But it did what it was supposed to do.
Turning the lock with a click, the man turned with a lopsided grin at Neithotep, shrugging off the black cloak he wore over his equally black simlah (the only article of clothing he ever wore in Egypt, for it was the most similar to a chiton that he was used to), the man tossed the fabric to the table, not looking at where it fell. Instead, his eyes were zeroed in on the woman as he took two steps closer to her, the smirk never leaving his features. "As of now, it isn't worth it yet, sadly."
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He raised a brow, but it wasn't hard to catch the implied meaning behind the words of the Egyptian, and that was enough for Kreios's smooth smile to grow, a low chuckle accompanying the widening of his grin. Obviously, despite her status as a probably noble lady within the court of Egypt, this lady was not at all similar to the Grecian ladies. They were the ones who, while expanding on the virtuousness of ladies being pure at their marriage bed, did not at all practice what they preach behind doors. Kreios found himself much preferring the lack of pretend-niceness he found here in Egypt.
Downing his ale as she replied him, he recognized the low tone her voice had taken a turn for - it was impossible not to, especially when they were in such a seedy establishment.
Not gracing her with an answer, instead his response to her was easy to see when he actually followed her tug, not at all rejecting her taking his hand. Kreios was not one for personal touches, and generally liked keeping his personal space. All the crew aboard the Azazel knew this well, and not one of them dared step foot in his work room whenever he was within, even if a storm threathened to overturn the boat. For him to not pull away when he was being taken was in and of itself, and agreement of sorts.
Tossing a coin to the innkeeper that was likely enough to pay for whatever portion of the night they would need, the man followed her into the room of Neithotep's choosing, closing the door behind them once he was in. The room in itself was sparse, clearly not meant for any extended time of staying, but it served its purpose - at least, the purpose Kreios had in mind. A bed in a corner, big enough to fit two bodies and the sheets seemingly clean (although more inspection would be needed, but that's not what he was here for). A small table was next to the bed pushed in a corner, but other then the harried looking rug haphazardly tossed on the ground, there was not much else.
But it did what it was supposed to do.
Turning the lock with a click, the man turned with a lopsided grin at Neithotep, shrugging off the black cloak he wore over his equally black simlah (the only article of clothing he ever wore in Egypt, for it was the most similar to a chiton that he was used to), the man tossed the fabric to the table, not looking at where it fell. Instead, his eyes were zeroed in on the woman as he took two steps closer to her, the smirk never leaving his features. "As of now, it isn't worth it yet, sadly."
He raised a brow, but it wasn't hard to catch the implied meaning behind the words of the Egyptian, and that was enough for Kreios's smooth smile to grow, a low chuckle accompanying the widening of his grin. Obviously, despite her status as a probably noble lady within the court of Egypt, this lady was not at all similar to the Grecian ladies. They were the ones who, while expanding on the virtuousness of ladies being pure at their marriage bed, did not at all practice what they preach behind doors. Kreios found himself much preferring the lack of pretend-niceness he found here in Egypt.
Downing his ale as she replied him, he recognized the low tone her voice had taken a turn for - it was impossible not to, especially when they were in such a seedy establishment.
Not gracing her with an answer, instead his response to her was easy to see when he actually followed her tug, not at all rejecting her taking his hand. Kreios was not one for personal touches, and generally liked keeping his personal space. All the crew aboard the Azazel knew this well, and not one of them dared step foot in his work room whenever he was within, even if a storm threathened to overturn the boat. For him to not pull away when he was being taken was in and of itself, and agreement of sorts.
Tossing a coin to the innkeeper that was likely enough to pay for whatever portion of the night they would need, the man followed her into the room of Neithotep's choosing, closing the door behind them once he was in. The room in itself was sparse, clearly not meant for any extended time of staying, but it served its purpose - at least, the purpose Kreios had in mind. A bed in a corner, big enough to fit two bodies and the sheets seemingly clean (although more inspection would be needed, but that's not what he was here for). A small table was next to the bed pushed in a corner, but other then the harried looking rug haphazardly tossed on the ground, there was not much else.
But it did what it was supposed to do.
Turning the lock with a click, the man turned with a lopsided grin at Neithotep, shrugging off the black cloak he wore over his equally black simlah (the only article of clothing he ever wore in Egypt, for it was the most similar to a chiton that he was used to), the man tossed the fabric to the table, not looking at where it fell. Instead, his eyes were zeroed in on the woman as he took two steps closer to her, the smirk never leaving his features. "As of now, it isn't worth it yet, sadly."
Dark eyes hungrily took him in as Kreios tossed his cloak to the side, his steps bringing him in close enough that she could feel his body heat radiating toward hers. Nia closed the distance between them with a sultry smile, her arms wrapping around his neck while her body pressed to his. “It will be worth it soon enough, I promise,” she whispered before brushing her lips over his. “I can guarantee you’ve never met another girl like me.”
Slowly, she undid the tie at the throat of his simlah, leaning in to kiss him in earnest. The hand not busy with his clothing wound in his hair to deepen the kiss, her tongue flicking at the gap between his lips with an insistent demand that wouldn’t easily be ignored. Neithotep had never been the type of girl who was shy in going after what she wanted, and today was no different. She was sure he’d already figured that out.
With deliberate steps, she backed him against the locked door, hands creeping under the fabric of his unfamiliar attire as she tried to determine the best way to divest him of it. Most men (and women) in Egypt wore clothing that was much easier to shed, and she found herself struggling with the seemingly simple garment. Hiding her struggle with a coquettish smile, she just turned her focus to the kiss instead, one hand against his neck and the other still buried in his hair while her teeth grazed over his lower lip with a soft sigh.
She pulled back just enough so she could whisper, “Tell me, Kreios,” she interrupted her own thought with another press of her mouth to his before she continued, “What can I do to make your risk worth it, hm?” The hand on his neck slowly crept down his body instead, roaming over his chest, his ribs, his hip, and stopping just before it would cup the hardness between his thighs. “Just say the word, and I’ll jump.”
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Dark eyes hungrily took him in as Kreios tossed his cloak to the side, his steps bringing him in close enough that she could feel his body heat radiating toward hers. Nia closed the distance between them with a sultry smile, her arms wrapping around his neck while her body pressed to his. “It will be worth it soon enough, I promise,” she whispered before brushing her lips over his. “I can guarantee you’ve never met another girl like me.”
Slowly, she undid the tie at the throat of his simlah, leaning in to kiss him in earnest. The hand not busy with his clothing wound in his hair to deepen the kiss, her tongue flicking at the gap between his lips with an insistent demand that wouldn’t easily be ignored. Neithotep had never been the type of girl who was shy in going after what she wanted, and today was no different. She was sure he’d already figured that out.
With deliberate steps, she backed him against the locked door, hands creeping under the fabric of his unfamiliar attire as she tried to determine the best way to divest him of it. Most men (and women) in Egypt wore clothing that was much easier to shed, and she found herself struggling with the seemingly simple garment. Hiding her struggle with a coquettish smile, she just turned her focus to the kiss instead, one hand against his neck and the other still buried in his hair while her teeth grazed over his lower lip with a soft sigh.
She pulled back just enough so she could whisper, “Tell me, Kreios,” she interrupted her own thought with another press of her mouth to his before she continued, “What can I do to make your risk worth it, hm?” The hand on his neck slowly crept down his body instead, roaming over his chest, his ribs, his hip, and stopping just before it would cup the hardness between his thighs. “Just say the word, and I’ll jump.”
Dark eyes hungrily took him in as Kreios tossed his cloak to the side, his steps bringing him in close enough that she could feel his body heat radiating toward hers. Nia closed the distance between them with a sultry smile, her arms wrapping around his neck while her body pressed to his. “It will be worth it soon enough, I promise,” she whispered before brushing her lips over his. “I can guarantee you’ve never met another girl like me.”
Slowly, she undid the tie at the throat of his simlah, leaning in to kiss him in earnest. The hand not busy with his clothing wound in his hair to deepen the kiss, her tongue flicking at the gap between his lips with an insistent demand that wouldn’t easily be ignored. Neithotep had never been the type of girl who was shy in going after what she wanted, and today was no different. She was sure he’d already figured that out.
With deliberate steps, she backed him against the locked door, hands creeping under the fabric of his unfamiliar attire as she tried to determine the best way to divest him of it. Most men (and women) in Egypt wore clothing that was much easier to shed, and she found herself struggling with the seemingly simple garment. Hiding her struggle with a coquettish smile, she just turned her focus to the kiss instead, one hand against his neck and the other still buried in his hair while her teeth grazed over his lower lip with a soft sigh.
She pulled back just enough so she could whisper, “Tell me, Kreios,” she interrupted her own thought with another press of her mouth to his before she continued, “What can I do to make your risk worth it, hm?” The hand on his neck slowly crept down his body instead, roaming over his chest, his ribs, his hip, and stopping just before it would cup the hardness between his thighs. “Just say the word, and I’ll jump.”
One look at her eyes, and it was pretty clear what the young lady wanted. Kreios had been with too many to mistake that hungry look in the Egyptian's eyes, and his smile merely grew as she took the first move in closing the gap between them, her arms going around his neck. In turn, Kreios allowed his palms to rest on her hips, raising a brow at her promise. "Ah? I have met many girls though. That is a tall guarantee you're seeking to fulfill." There was a dare in the tone of his voice as he watched her fingers move to undo the tie of his simlah, but his gaze was soon blocked with her kiss.
Returning the kiss with vigor as his hands slipped lower to cup her derriere, he used the grip he had to pull her even closer so her waist could press against a growing desire that the thin sheet of cloth did not hide. Not resisting her directing him in where to go, his back soon pressed against the locked door, smirking into their kiss as her fingers seem to find his ties difficult.
"Let me help you." he murmured against her lips, allowing one of his shoulders to drop. Already loosened, the thin sleeve slipped off one shoulder first, and then the other, before all Kreios had to do was just remove his hand so the clothing could fall off completely.
Except he found that he didn't want to remove his hand, her bottom proving to be a very nice holding point. Leaning back a little to smirk his usual smirk at her as her fingers roamed downwards and cupped his evident hardness, Kreios pushed his hips further against her hold, as he finally tore his hands away from her bottom to nudge the edges of her sleeves away. "First, you're entirely too dressed." he muttered, pushing the material away. "Second.... perhaps something a little more then your fingers may make me consider?" he paused, fingers drawing a soft trail up her arms, and then thumbed at her bottom lip."Something soft... a little damp. Infinitely soft."
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One look at her eyes, and it was pretty clear what the young lady wanted. Kreios had been with too many to mistake that hungry look in the Egyptian's eyes, and his smile merely grew as she took the first move in closing the gap between them, her arms going around his neck. In turn, Kreios allowed his palms to rest on her hips, raising a brow at her promise. "Ah? I have met many girls though. That is a tall guarantee you're seeking to fulfill." There was a dare in the tone of his voice as he watched her fingers move to undo the tie of his simlah, but his gaze was soon blocked with her kiss.
Returning the kiss with vigor as his hands slipped lower to cup her derriere, he used the grip he had to pull her even closer so her waist could press against a growing desire that the thin sheet of cloth did not hide. Not resisting her directing him in where to go, his back soon pressed against the locked door, smirking into their kiss as her fingers seem to find his ties difficult.
"Let me help you." he murmured against her lips, allowing one of his shoulders to drop. Already loosened, the thin sleeve slipped off one shoulder first, and then the other, before all Kreios had to do was just remove his hand so the clothing could fall off completely.
Except he found that he didn't want to remove his hand, her bottom proving to be a very nice holding point. Leaning back a little to smirk his usual smirk at her as her fingers roamed downwards and cupped his evident hardness, Kreios pushed his hips further against her hold, as he finally tore his hands away from her bottom to nudge the edges of her sleeves away. "First, you're entirely too dressed." he muttered, pushing the material away. "Second.... perhaps something a little more then your fingers may make me consider?" he paused, fingers drawing a soft trail up her arms, and then thumbed at her bottom lip."Something soft... a little damp. Infinitely soft."
One look at her eyes, and it was pretty clear what the young lady wanted. Kreios had been with too many to mistake that hungry look in the Egyptian's eyes, and his smile merely grew as she took the first move in closing the gap between them, her arms going around his neck. In turn, Kreios allowed his palms to rest on her hips, raising a brow at her promise. "Ah? I have met many girls though. That is a tall guarantee you're seeking to fulfill." There was a dare in the tone of his voice as he watched her fingers move to undo the tie of his simlah, but his gaze was soon blocked with her kiss.
Returning the kiss with vigor as his hands slipped lower to cup her derriere, he used the grip he had to pull her even closer so her waist could press against a growing desire that the thin sheet of cloth did not hide. Not resisting her directing him in where to go, his back soon pressed against the locked door, smirking into their kiss as her fingers seem to find his ties difficult.
"Let me help you." he murmured against her lips, allowing one of his shoulders to drop. Already loosened, the thin sleeve slipped off one shoulder first, and then the other, before all Kreios had to do was just remove his hand so the clothing could fall off completely.
Except he found that he didn't want to remove his hand, her bottom proving to be a very nice holding point. Leaning back a little to smirk his usual smirk at her as her fingers roamed downwards and cupped his evident hardness, Kreios pushed his hips further against her hold, as he finally tore his hands away from her bottom to nudge the edges of her sleeves away. "First, you're entirely too dressed." he muttered, pushing the material away. "Second.... perhaps something a little more then your fingers may make me consider?" he paused, fingers drawing a soft trail up her arms, and then thumbed at her bottom lip."Something soft... a little damp. Infinitely soft."
Nia made an appreciative sound low in her chest when his clothing fell to the floor, dark gaze taking a moment to unabashedly run down his form. Sculpted like marble and nearly as hard, her fingers trailed in the wake of her eyes, and her mouth was soon to follow. Kissing, licking, and sucking her way down to his waist, she looked at his face with a mischievous smile, only to slowly kiss her way back up and press her lips to his again.
Making no protest as Kreios pushed at the fabric cradling her shoulders, she undid the tie under her breasts that kept the filmy kalasiris on, before letting it flutter to the ground much as his simlah had done. Taking a step out of the gown, she let her fingers roam briefly through his hair while her eyes darkened at his next request. A smirk tracing its way over her lips, she gently caught his thumb between her teeth when it brushed against her mouth. Her tongue lightly drew across the calloused skin before sucking at the tip and releasing it. She took his meaning well enough, and was only too happy to make his wish a reality.
She dropped to her knees in a single fluid motion, her hands slowly caressing from his ankles upward, to the side of his knees, sliding across his thighs until they stopped at his hips. Her mouth followed a similar path, kissing and nibbling from his knee up his inner thigh to stop where his hip met his thigh. Nuzzling briefly at the indent of his hipbone, another line of kisses stopped at the base of his shaft, looking up the length of his body to briefly catch his gaze with hers.
Eyes and skin alike blazing like fire, the tip of her tongue ran lightly and ever so slowly from his testes, along the bottom of his length, all the way up to the head where she drew a slow circle, pausing before her lips wrapped around it in earnest. A low moan vibrated her tongue and throat as she pulled him deeper within her mouth, sucking gingerly at first, then gaining strength with each motion of her head. Each journey up and down the length of his shaft brought it in a little further, working with lips and tongue in a steady rhythm that was sure to please. Every now and then, she’d glance upward to see the look on his face, the fingers of one hand caressing and tightening over his thigh, while the other worked with her mouth to wring out every bit of pleasure she could.
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Nia made an appreciative sound low in her chest when his clothing fell to the floor, dark gaze taking a moment to unabashedly run down his form. Sculpted like marble and nearly as hard, her fingers trailed in the wake of her eyes, and her mouth was soon to follow. Kissing, licking, and sucking her way down to his waist, she looked at his face with a mischievous smile, only to slowly kiss her way back up and press her lips to his again.
Making no protest as Kreios pushed at the fabric cradling her shoulders, she undid the tie under her breasts that kept the filmy kalasiris on, before letting it flutter to the ground much as his simlah had done. Taking a step out of the gown, she let her fingers roam briefly through his hair while her eyes darkened at his next request. A smirk tracing its way over her lips, she gently caught his thumb between her teeth when it brushed against her mouth. Her tongue lightly drew across the calloused skin before sucking at the tip and releasing it. She took his meaning well enough, and was only too happy to make his wish a reality.
She dropped to her knees in a single fluid motion, her hands slowly caressing from his ankles upward, to the side of his knees, sliding across his thighs until they stopped at his hips. Her mouth followed a similar path, kissing and nibbling from his knee up his inner thigh to stop where his hip met his thigh. Nuzzling briefly at the indent of his hipbone, another line of kisses stopped at the base of his shaft, looking up the length of his body to briefly catch his gaze with hers.
Eyes and skin alike blazing like fire, the tip of her tongue ran lightly and ever so slowly from his testes, along the bottom of his length, all the way up to the head where she drew a slow circle, pausing before her lips wrapped around it in earnest. A low moan vibrated her tongue and throat as she pulled him deeper within her mouth, sucking gingerly at first, then gaining strength with each motion of her head. Each journey up and down the length of his shaft brought it in a little further, working with lips and tongue in a steady rhythm that was sure to please. Every now and then, she’d glance upward to see the look on his face, the fingers of one hand caressing and tightening over his thigh, while the other worked with her mouth to wring out every bit of pleasure she could.
Nia made an appreciative sound low in her chest when his clothing fell to the floor, dark gaze taking a moment to unabashedly run down his form. Sculpted like marble and nearly as hard, her fingers trailed in the wake of her eyes, and her mouth was soon to follow. Kissing, licking, and sucking her way down to his waist, she looked at his face with a mischievous smile, only to slowly kiss her way back up and press her lips to his again.
Making no protest as Kreios pushed at the fabric cradling her shoulders, she undid the tie under her breasts that kept the filmy kalasiris on, before letting it flutter to the ground much as his simlah had done. Taking a step out of the gown, she let her fingers roam briefly through his hair while her eyes darkened at his next request. A smirk tracing its way over her lips, she gently caught his thumb between her teeth when it brushed against her mouth. Her tongue lightly drew across the calloused skin before sucking at the tip and releasing it. She took his meaning well enough, and was only too happy to make his wish a reality.
She dropped to her knees in a single fluid motion, her hands slowly caressing from his ankles upward, to the side of his knees, sliding across his thighs until they stopped at his hips. Her mouth followed a similar path, kissing and nibbling from his knee up his inner thigh to stop where his hip met his thigh. Nuzzling briefly at the indent of his hipbone, another line of kisses stopped at the base of his shaft, looking up the length of his body to briefly catch his gaze with hers.
Eyes and skin alike blazing like fire, the tip of her tongue ran lightly and ever so slowly from his testes, along the bottom of his length, all the way up to the head where she drew a slow circle, pausing before her lips wrapped around it in earnest. A low moan vibrated her tongue and throat as she pulled him deeper within her mouth, sucking gingerly at first, then gaining strength with each motion of her head. Each journey up and down the length of his shaft brought it in a little further, working with lips and tongue in a steady rhythm that was sure to please. Every now and then, she’d glance upward to see the look on his face, the fingers of one hand caressing and tightening over his thigh, while the other worked with her mouth to wring out every bit of pleasure she could.