"Empress, take your clothes off." You order.
"What?" She responds in shock.
"Artist," you decree, "ready yourself. We will pose here, and you will paint us."
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Luckily, perhaps, for your reputation, Feyleaf still has some of her wits about her. "Oh. Yes. That does sound fun, but can you image if the scene if the two most important women in the empire were to strip and pose in the middle of a public street? We should go somewhere private."
"I have a set up in my flat." Soilsong quickly volunteers. "It is not far from here. Follow me."
"Perfect." You smirk. "Lead the way."
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The pose chosen is you embracing Feyleaf over the shoulder from behind with your right arm, while resting your left hand on her inner thigh in such a way that the contact is less than an inch away from being sexual. Soilsong tells you that you will need to hold the pose for about an hour and a half so he can sketch the scene. He will then paint over the sketch, allowing you and Feyleaf to go on your merry way.
As the artist begins his work, you note that although Feyleaf is enjoying herself, part of her mind is not at peace with the pose's level of intimacy. You attempt to put her at ease with your words, but as the session drags on, your bored and drunken mind slowly turns to seducing her.
"Think of this as a religious experience. Nothing sexual at all."
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"Beauty is more than visual you know. My body is the ideal of beauty to every sense, including touch. The only way you could ever be touched in a more ideal fashion than you are being touched in right now, is if more of my skin was in contact with yours."
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"There is no shame here. The divine bloodline of the world I hail from is, by nature, flexible in their choice of partners, and such flexibility is also a hallmark of elves across the multiverse. Just think, had you been a pureblooded elf, you would have been considered defective for favoring either sex over the other. Just because few of the dwarves you live among will ever have thoughts like you are having, does not make those thought strange."
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"...But I am only doing my duty as a mother. The husband who neglects you is my son. If he harms you by ignoring your needs, I am only doing my job in putting you right."
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"No. I am not afraid that you are fated to kill a diety. In many languages, they use the same verb to kill somebody as they do to bring somebody to sexual climax. Your destiny dosn't frighten me so much as it raises my expectatoins."
The moisture on your left hand tell you that your words have been effective. The Empress is yours should you choose to claim her. You close your eyes and imagine what you might do to your daughter-in-law. It has been a long time since you have been with a female, and that had just been your older sister tutoring you on the inns and outs of such encounters. Actually, Feyleaf would be your first encounter of either gender that you could not explain away as payment, true love, spousal duty, or tutorial.
There is no taking it back if you go through with it, the voice in your head warns,
you will be the shallow person who enjoys intimacy for its own sake. Surely this world deserves better than that from its beauty deity."Umm..." Soilsong's voice snaps you back to reality. "I'm finished. Would you two care for some privacy?" A quick glance at his pants tells you that he is nearly as wound up as The Empress.
A: Actually, no. Sex is how a drunken rampage ends, and I'm not finished yet. We will join you for a round or three of drinks, artist, and then be on our way.
B: Yes please, but could you be a dear and show us to the bedroom first?
C: Nope. You are joining us. Bedroom. Now. The both of you.
D: No. Or at least not yet. Pose with the Empress however you see fit, and I'll sketch. I'm an artist too.
E: I'm sorry, but nobody can know what is about to happen except us. Don't run. You are giving your life for a higher cause. I promise to make it quick and do your work justice when I finish the painting for you.
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