Prince Virago's Closet
Whether there is a real Prince Virago or not, whoever owns this emporium is probably as wealthy. The largest clothing store on Dream Street, the Closet likely began life as a humble warehouse. Now it is two floors of bargain fashions, most as recent as last season. The aisles are filled with well-dressed middle-class men and women looking for the perfect attire – whether used or new, as not all the big fashion houses are able to sell their inventory before it goes out of style, and so it ends up here.

When Aisha brings the Lapis here, Calligenia goes stiff. On the one hand, the place is bustling and the quarters are close like at the bazaar of Dianus. On the other hand, though, almost every customer is a Khatta, with a few Savanites (dressed head to toe in black) serving as floor proctors to make sure nothing walks off on its own.

"I love this place," Aisha gushes. "They have Lapi styles that are hardly ever touched by the Khattas, so there's lots to choose from."

Spring Meadow's eyes go wide at the sight of all the clothes, but her ears ultimately droop. Fashion for mages is a bit more restrictive – at least at Meadow's Journeyman income level.

"Mm, I believe I helped deliver clothing here before," Layth admits as he looks about in the nearby rack of clothing. "But then I delivered a lot of things. Hard to remember them all." He pauses to offer a smile and a wave to the store 'guards', then looks to his companions. "They won't try to kill you," he then explains to Calligenia when the buck notices her … rigidness.

"Hmmm, I am unarmed in any case," Calli whispers, looking ashamed at her reaction.

"In fact, some may try to flirt with you," Layth adds, "In the typical polite fashion of course."

"The stuff we want is in the back," Aisha notes. "Just stay close to me so you don't get lost." And then the golden doe is weaving her way through the customers and racks as if she'd lived in the store all of her life.

"Ah, if only she had a long tail to hold onto," Layth comments as he takes Calligenia and Spring Meadow's hands, then tows them along after her. He also can't help but smile and dip his head to everyone he passes; old habits still cling it seems.

Some of the customers pause to smile or nod politely in reply – that sort of thing is almost a reflex in Abu Dhabi, after all. But the customers thin as the wend their way deeper into the maze of clothing. The fashions on display now are from several seasons past, and thus heavily discounted, mainly because nobody wants to look that out of date.

"People often worry too much on fashion," the buck comments as he looks over the discounted clothing as they pass by. "Just because something is old does not make it any less serviceable. Still, at least it does make it more affordable."

"I have never seen so much different clothing," Calligenia notes.

"Some of it is intended to only be seen for a very short time, then immediately removed," Layth comments. "At least this place doesn't seem to carry anything … edible."

"Fashion is not the goal here," Aisha notes, holding a finger up. "Impression is. Calligenia can afford the latest fashion, but as a seller she does not want to appear too prosperous. Since she is also a doe, people will underestimate her business sense, and that is something to be taken advantage of."

"Agreed. It also is more effective than having her beat them into submission," Layth deadpans as he nods sagely. "And safer for me." The bucks lips twitch as he suppresses a smile.

"To be successful, I must… appear to be unsuccessful?" Calligenia asks. "To be deceiving?"

"It's not really deception," Aisha claims. "Not when it's just playing into what someone else already believes."

"Remember what I have said about the advantages of learning about another culture," Layth comments, "You can use its expectations to make negotiations go in your favor. For example, the more relaxed your negotiation partner is, the easier it is to sway a deal in your favor. They will not be watching for subtle shifts."

"I did not study at the Temple of Morpheus," Calligenia notes. "I have always tried to instill excitement in my clients."

"While you are exciting in many ways, it is not always the best approach. Here, an assertive doe would be looked upon with suspicion," Layth remarks.

"Unless you're a Mage," Meadow pipes in. "We're expected to be pushy. Which isn't easy to pull off all the time, let me tell you!"

"I don't find you pushy," Layth comments to Meadow, "You always seem so … soft."

Aisha suddenly comes to a stop, and turns to the left and to the right. "This way!" she says, bearing right towards a curtained off area.

Meadow blushes, making her ear-art show up more by contrast.

"You are also squirmy, particularly when … " Layth continues on, only to abruptly stop and resume following Aisha. "Mmm," he now says, then notes to Calligenia, "You should learn to roll your hips the way Aisha does."

"Here we are," Aisha says, holding aside a curtain to reveal… more curtains beyond it! "The changing rooms. Meadow, can you take Calli into one? I need to deal with Layth for a moment."

"Roll… " Calli mutters, as she follows Meadow into one of the curtained alcoves.

"Yes, it is a subtle movement to present your reproductive qualities to the observer," Layth explains as he motions to Aisha's backside … only to now find himself alone with Aisha. "Ahem," the buck says as he tilts his head. "The way you say 'deal' with me instills concern."

Taking a knotted cord from where it hangs on a support post, Aisha gestures for Layth to enter one of the alcoves. "I need to do something to you first, since I doubt Meadow would know how," the doe explains. "So please… just… uh… " She falters a bit, and then holds the curtain open for the buck.

"Mm, quite a new side to you. Be gentle," Layth comments with a lopsided, teasing, smile. He reaches up to trail the tips of his fingers just under Aisha's chin, then walks into the alcove.

"Now… behave," Aisha gulps as she turns to close the curtains behind them. "And… " here she takes a deep breath, then goes on, "take off your clothes."

"Have you ever known me to misbehave?" Layth asks quite honestly as he begins to undress. Since he seems determined to fold each piece of clothing as he undresses, it takes a bit of time as well as give Aisha … a detailed view. Eventually, though, the doe finds herself standing a few inches a very naked buck.

Clearing her throat first, Aisha squeaks, "You need to spread your legs more," in a very quiet voice.

So, of course, Layth puts his arms on either side of Aisha to brace himself upright as he shuffles his legs apart. His expression is frustratingly calm and unashamed, to make it even worse. "Yes, my lady," the buck says softly.

The doe mangles the measuring cord in her hands for a moment, then snaps out of it and starts to take measurements with, starting at Layth's neck (and making use of the sitting stool to stand on). She mutters the numbers to herself to memorize them.

Layth remains surprisingly still through this, his eyes and head looking forward and seemingly lost in thought. Aisha is quickly reminded how dense the buck's fur and undercoat are, particularly compared to her own … and how solid the Lapi is underneath all of it, too. "If this makes you too uncomfortable, I am certain one of the shop staff would take these measurements," the buck finally comments. "Though I am certain one of the staff would lack your grace of touch and delightful scent, I do not wish you discomfort."

"They charge for this," Aisha mutters, finally having to kneel to take Layth's inseam and waist measurements. At one point, she actually has to reach up and shift parts of the buck's anatomy out of the way to get a proper measure. "Hmmm, won't be able to shop in the eunuch-wear aisle… "

"Ah, of course," Layth says, nodding. The lower touch touch actually causes the buck to lift up on his toes briefly. "Did you wish to?" the buck asks, sounding almost amused, "If such was a desire, I am reasonably certain some cloth ties could be purchased to … hold things from showing too much."

"I… don't think so," Aisha says, standing up and patting Layth on the chest. "I already know Calli's measurements, thankfully. Just sit tight until I get back." And with that, the golden doe hurries out of the alcove.

"Everything okay over there?" Meadow asks from the next alcove over.

"It is hard to sit tight while everything is hanging out," Layth actually jokes as Aisha darts out of the alcove. When she's gone, he looks down at himself, then pushes back his ears. "Am I intimidating?" he asks over to Meadow. "What Lady Aisha just did … well, makes me feel as if I were oversized."

"Well, you're probably the only buck she's ever seen like that," Meadow says. There's some scraping as the stool is moved, and then Meadow and Calli's heads pop over the top of the curtain. "I don't think you're too big."

"Well, I am not large compared to the males that tended to you in Dianus, I am certain," Layth comments to Calligenia, but compared to the average male Lapi I am … unusually tall and broad-shouldered." He then half-smiles and notes, "She also commented eunuch styles would not work for me. I am not sure quite how to take that."

"It means no tight pants for you," Meadow notes. "Why do we not just join him?" Calli asks Meadow. "This stool is very precarious."

"But would not tight pants show off … " Layth starts to ask, then seems to think better of it. "As for why, because it might cause uncomfortable questions for Aisha regarding our … arrangement."

"I don't think we'd both be able to fit in there with him," Meadow notes. "What arrangement do you have, anyway?"

"All of our arrangements, not just Aisha and I. And I am her bodyguard officially," Layth explains and shrugs his shoulders slightly. "Though there always seems to be odd undertones there is more than just being a bodyguard. Sometimes it feels as if I am a frustration, others … some large … fluffy toy."

"Aisha is confused by her feelings," Calligenia notes. "It is due a lack of proper training at a temple. Many of the Lapi I see in this world have the same symptoms."

"She's probably had some 'wife training' already," Meadow notes. "That's what they teach girls in Abu Dhabi, right?"

"Alas, I suspect she was thrown out of such classes," Layth comments, "And which is likely one of the reasons her father either sent, or let her, move to Rephidim." The pauses, then tilts his head and asks, Calligenia, "What were you taught regarding males?"

"Pressure points," Calligenia says. "How to ensure virility, and how to put up with their emotional states."

"And amusingly women here would claim that males lack emotions," Layth points out, "Particularly males like me."

"Really?" Calligenia asks. "You don't seem overly-guarded about your feelings to me."

"I can sense 'frustration' in men," Meadow offers.

"Mm. Many have called me flat and unexciteable," Layth admits and shrugs. "Especially when compared to male Lapis that take … drugs to calm down urges."

"You are well-trained," Calligenia notes. There's a bit of commotion, and Aisha's voice comes through the curtain. "Are you trying to kill yourselves?" the doe squeaks, nearly causing Meadow to lose her balance. "Why are you peeping? That's… that's not proper behavior, Calli."

"We are talking, not peeping. Calligenia and I have bathed together before," Layth points out through the partition. "Among other matters of tending."

"What?" Calligenia ask, as her head disappears, followed by Meadow's. "You don't have to balance on one foot on a little stool and risk falling just to talk," Aisha explains. "These curtains are not so thick as to muffle voices."

Now Layth tries to peek around the curtain. "But such is less personal," he comments.

There are also some 'shooing' sounds, and a moment later Spring Meadow enters Layth's changing room. "She kicked me out," the doe explains.

"Well, hello there," a very naked Layth says to the doe now with him. And for lack of something better to do, he slides around Meadow so that he's standing behind her and proceeds to massage her shoulders. "Did you see what she brought?" he asks.

"Lots of blue and purple," Meadow says, then shudders and starts to melt under the massage. "Would you be more comfortable if I took my… " the doe starts to say, until Aisha chimes in from behind the curtain with, "Such behavior would get us into trouble, Meadow. There are rules saying that only one person at a time may be disrobed in the changing rooms."

"Later this evening back at the villa you can disrobe and I will tend to your needs," Layth says without so much as a falter or blush. "I will also do the same for Lady Aisha and Lady Calligenia," he adds. Never once does he stop working the muscles in Meadow's neck or shoulders.

"I have to check in at the Guild Hall tonight," Meadow notes, sounding disappointed. "I'm expected to sleep there when I'm not working."

"Would you like me to come with you to the guild hall, then?" Layth asks, "To make sure that you settle in comfortably?"

"Oh… that wouldn't be allowed," Meadow says, and then Lapi-whispers, "Besides, I think Aisha has something planned for tonight… "

"Pardon? Why do you think that?" Layth asks back in whisper, "A family meal or some such?"

"Mmm… lessons for Calli, I think," the mage whispers. "But you are involved, I sense."

Layth ahs and nods. "I promise to not damage Lady Calligenia too much, then if I am required to discipline her," he whispers. There's a pause, then he asks, "Why would I not be allowed in the Guild Hall?"

"You aren't a mage, and we aren't allowed guests," Meadow notes. "I'll likely be sharing a dormitory with another Journeyman."

Layth's nose twitches. "Claim that I am your familiar," the buck jokes and he actually grins for a second. "After all, I am intimately familiar with you… "

Meadow blushes, and is about to reply when Aisha announces, "Calligenia is ready!"

"Am I expected to come out and see?" Layth asks. "I will need a moment to dress if so."

"No until I have you ready," Aisha says, poking her head inside the alcove. "If you don't mind, that is, Meadow?" she asks with a toothy grin.

The mage rolls her eyes, and then tilts her head all the way back to look up at Layth. "I'll see you again in the morning, okay?" she says.

"I think you enjoy keeping me naked," Layth remarks to Aisha, then reaches out and places a fingertip on her nose. As his hand draws back, he cups it under Meadow's chin, then draws her into a quick and gentle kiss. "Something to help your dreams avoid dark places," he claims as he lets her go. "Until the 'morrow, Mistress of Flora."

The doe blushes deeply again, and then winks before slipping out of the changing room. There's an 'Ooooo!' and whispers once she's outside, just before Aisha's arm intrudes, holding a pair of Burgundy colored pants. They cinch at the waist and cuffs, and are roomy without being 'balloony' like harem pants. They're also of a heavy weave, and embroidered with golden curlicues and other Himaatian styling. "Try these on," Aisha says.

Layth's brow goes up at the odd cloth, but he takes the pants anyway. "Nothing under them?" the buck asks as he loosens the waist and steps into them. It doesn't take long for him to draw them up, cinch the waist, then alternate standing on each foot to secure the cuffs around each ankle, coming to rest just above his large feet.

"Your fur is thick enough," Aisha claims. "Anything more and you'd be licking your nose all the time to keep cool." A quick look to see that the pants aren't riding up or being stretched out, and then Aisha hands over a sky-blue lace-up-front Zolk shirt. There's nothing fancy about the cut, but it's certainly well made.

Layth gives the shirt a look-over, then slides his right arm in, followed by his left. Lacing is nothing new to the buck and he deftly threads and ties the front. About midway he pauses, then asks, "Cinched completely closed or left open to expose my chest ruff?"

Aisha looks back in, and chews on her lower lip in thought. "Yes, open at the top to show the gold," she agrees, and comes in carrying some more items. The hands over the black vest (which looks like the same style as Aaron often wears) with more understated gold embroidery, and then wraps the red sash around Layth's hips herself.

Layth ties it off so the waist is closed, but the upper portion spreads open to allow the golden fur to stick through the lacing. The vest follows and he settles that on so that it hands loosely. Of course it's not as though there was a lot of time to adjust it away since his arms are up in the air to give the doe room to secure the sash. "I … " the buck says, looking for the moment confused. "I feel free."

"Good, that means it fits," Aisha notes, standing back to look the buck up and down. "I chose the colors to compliment your eyes and fur, and to express both strength and gentleness. Do you like it?"

In an almost Khatta-like gesture, the buck spins around as he tries to get a complete look at himself. "I," the buck begins again, "No one has ever … taken the time to decide how to best represent me. I have always been used to represent them." He stops spinning and tilts his head so he look to Aisha. It might be the first time she's seem him look honestly both confused and happy at the same time. "I do," he says in a quiet voice, "Thank you, Aisha."

The doe practically lights up at the compliment. "Tell me what you think of Calli's ensemble," she says, and pulls the curtain aside so Layth can step out.

Layth gathers up the rather meager clothing he came in with, then steps out of the alcove.

Aisha has left Calligenia with one item of her original clothing: her gold angora tunic. Everything else has been chosen to accent it. A gauzy purple scarf frames her face, placed to blend in with the painted headdress pattern on the chocolate doe's scalp. A darker purple sash crosses over Calli's right shoulder and down to wrap once around her hips, where it meets a wide black velvet belt adorned with glass and chitin sequins. Her pants are deep blue, and while not exactly 'harem' style, they are very roomy in the legs and cinched closed at the ankles. The head-scarf covers half of Calli's ears, making it seem that they are held down by the fabric instead of naturally lopped.

The Amazonian smiles at Layth, and even spins around once. She seems to be equally enchanted by the novelty of having her clothes picked out for her.

"Do my eyes deceive me, or has a djinn of legend swept into our unworthy town and graced our unworthy souls with her presence?" Layth asks as he tilts his head this way and that to look over Calligenia. "You resonate with the ideals of feminine beauty that these lands foster and adore, Lady of Circerae," he adds after another moment of looking.

"And it's for doing business in, too!" Aisha gushes, and points things out. "She has her tunic, which is also advertising for her product. And of course her left shoulder and arm are left exposed, to show her honest intent. The scarf downplays her one foreign feature, and there's a hidden pocket at the back of the belt where a dagger can be kept!"

Calli just smiles at Aisha's explanation, and gives Layth a little bow at his compliments. With her ears hidden, there's no way to tell if she is embarrassed or not.

"Indeed, a much better place to hide a weapon than … " Layth says, then just shakes his head as if to ward off odd thoughts. Instead, he says, "If I were a man seeking a harem, Lady Circerae would be and courted plied with gifts. She will inspire both inspire and distract; a most effective arrangement."

"Great!" Aisha says, clutching her hands together against her chest and looking like she's about to bounce on her feet. "Stay right here! I have to get someone," she says, and then dashes out of the changing area.

"Would you give up your harem for me though?" Calligenia asks Layth. She's grinning when she asks it. Probably picking up the 'teasing' habit from the other does now.

"Ah, but you could be the head woman of the harem," Layth returns the joke, "and command all others to your bidding." And turning serious again for but a moment, he says, "And truthfully, you do look beautiful. The clothing suits you well."

Aisha returns a moment later, with an older (mid-fifties, perhaps) Savanite slave in tow. The man is tall and lanky, as is typical for Savanites, and dressed all in black except for a golden braid added to his collar. "This is Odjibe," Aisha says, gesturing to the slave. "He's been owned by several of the leading fashion houses over the years," she explains. "He has a very educated eye."

The spotted feline looks both Lapis up and down, and circles around them as well – often squatting down to get a different perspective – all in total silence of course, while Aisha fidgets nervously.

"I feel like I am on display," Layth comments as he is examined by the Savanite. AAs he's examined, so does he examine the Savanite. "Mm, some houses still you collars, it seems. I was never required to wear one," the buck comments quietly to Aisha.

Calli just gives Layth a confused look as the cheetah inspects her.

"And my new house does not require it either," Layth comments with a glance to Aisha before he returns the shrug to Calligenia. "Aisha's work is being critiqued, I assume," he explains.

"Oh, the really good slaves aren't tattooed, because they're likely to change ownership often," Aisha notes. Then says, "That's not to say you weren't good, Layth. But you were tattooed in Tizhar, weren't you?"

The comment about the good slaves gets a brow raise. "Indeed," the buck says. e even crosses his arms, noting, "Now I am offended I am not worthy of one."

"But you aren't a slave anymore," Aisha points out. "My father didn't buy you from your master. So… you can't be considered a slave anymore."

"I was a gift," Layth argues as he fights off a grin as he continues to tease. "But I understand, a over sized male Lapi cannot make a good slave."

If Odjibe finds the banter amusing or not, he does not express it. Finally he stands up straight, and removes a lacquered notepad-holder – an expensive item, which even has an embedded inkwell and quill holder. He flips it open and starts writing.

"I know full well that both of our fathers hoped you would become my husband, Layth," Aisha points out, crossing her arms as if to say the matter was closed.

"I would be senior to you in the harem," Calli notes. "Layth has promised."

"Indeed. Her duty will be to spank you nightly," Layth adds to the fire before grinning widely. His interest changes fairly quickly, though, to try and see what the Savanite is scribing.

With a quick tearing of paper, Odjibe hands the open-mouthed Aisha whatever he was writing… and then actually rubs the top of her head as if she were a cub. This brings her out of whatever trance she was in, and she reads the paper as a big smile spreads across her face. She bows to the Savanite, who smirks and strides off after clapping his portable desk closed.

"Sadly, he probably gets many customers like us," Layth admits to Calligenia. "And for reference if you did not know, those marked slave often were those circlets around their necks. A tattoo is another way, but not common in his city."

"So, the more ornate the collar is, the more important the slave?" Calli asks, looking thoughtful.

"Correct," Layth agrees, "What are you thinking?"

The doe shakes her head. "It would not work in Dianus," Calligenia notes. "There would be jealousy, and competition for the best collars, and nobody would want to give up the status in order to join the Clan later."

Layth chuckles. "Sometimes they are also used as a game, or so I am told," he adds.

A Khatta approaches from the direction Odjibe strode off too, carrying some empty bags. She's also dressed in black, but lacks a slave collar and has the markings of a lynx mix. "I have come to settle the receipt," she whispers to Aisha (although all the Lapis can easily hear). "Odjibe has given his blessing, so that you may wear your purchases out of the store and carry your original clothing in these bags."

Aisha nods and accepts the bags, which she immediately hands off to Calli and Layth. "Please collect your clothes while I conclude our business," she tells them.

Layth accepts the bag and puts his clothing in it. "Given the likely cost of these clothes," the buck comments to Calligenia, "Aisha will own us". To the lynx-lady, the buck smiles and dips his head as he says, "May the sun always delight the tufts of your ears, lady of the dunes."

"A special blessing, from one who carries the sun on his shoulders," the woman replies, bowing to Layth.

"Aisha is very frugal," Calligenia says, and seems unconcerned about the cost. "She told me that one should not question the monetary worth of a gift."

"You honor an unworthy soul," Layth replies in kind, "I an but a sliver of the grace that is the sun."

The Khatta looks up, and meets Layth's eyes – almost an invitation! "A sliver is all that is needed to warm the fur on a cool morning, my lord. To bask in your light is no small reward."

There is a clinking of coins, as Aisha passes money to the Khatta while hiding the transaction with her body. "There is still much to be done tonight," she tells her companions.

"Ah, but when the light touches upon you, it may find itself forever caught by your grace and beauty," Layth replies, his cool eyes unwavering as he looks deep in her eyes in return. "A slave to your beauty, illuminating it and forever desiring to caress and please."

The Khatta actually blushes now, and bows to the Lapis. "If you ever have need of service here, please do not hesitate to call upon Hestia," she says.

"We would be honored," Layth says as he returns the bow. As he rises in tandem with her, his hand extends briefly, never touching, and curling to just frame the woman's face before withdrawing. "May your day and night always find you with companionship and comfort, Hestia. Until fates bless our paths to cross again, good day," he says.

Aisha grabs Layth's arm at that point and gives him a tug. "Ahem… we have things to do," she reminds him.

"It appears a sliver of the sun is in much demand," Layth says with a playful grin to the Khatta as he's now pulled away. "Okay, okay," he tells the Lapi girl, "Forgive me. I was enjoying the verbal dance; I rarely get the chance to do it."

"Next time, I will be sure to get a male clerk," Aisha notes.

"Do I detect a hint of jealousy in your voice?" Layth asks almost impishly.

"Oh, after what I have planned for tonight… " Aisha starts to say, but ends with a knowing grin.

"I might fit into those tight pants?" Layth follows with as he drapes one arm around Aisha's shoulders, then his other around Calligenia's. "Come, let us return to the villa and face what terrors await!"

"I could use some straightforward terrors," Calligenia agrees.

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When the Lapis return to the Lightfoot Estate, they are met with much ogling and commenting on how good they look. Alexander even offers Layth some of his old clothes, since they're nearly the same size. They've made it back in time for dinner, and Calligenia and Aisha are both targeted by the coneys who demand to see their tattoos up close.

Aaron, Tasha and the Karnors are not there for the evening meal, as Tasha is still showing the wolves around and Aaron is off doing whatever it is he needs to do to make sure they can get through the Gateway to Abaddon. This means Layth gets to sit next to Alexander and his head wife, Yasmin. Surprisingly, Alexander has also done business in the past with Master Zarif, back when the Lapi was just getting into the rug business and before that fateful caravan ride along the border of Amazonia.

At the far end of the table, Layth can see Aisha talking in Lapi-whispers with her older cousin Barika, the newest Lightfoot wife. Calligenia is also leaning into listen.

"Truly you have been too kind to me, I am not worthy to wear your older clothing," Layth says to his host, Alexander and dips his head lightly in a bow. "And if there is anything I may do for your family in payment for your most gracious hospitality, do please let me know."

"You are already doing an excellent job of keeping my dear brother sane," Alexander says, looking like he's about to burst into laughter. He usually looks like that, however. "He is not good with women, and yet your group is full of headstrong ones. Also, you are the only man worthy of wearing my clothes that I know. Who else would they fit, hmmm?"

Layth has to laugh a bit at that. "There is truth and wisdom in those words," he concedes, "Not many of these lands tend to be of a larger build." He raises a finger and adds, "And please forgive me, but as for your brother … he has handled them quite well in spite of his moments of … nervousness. I must confess it is an act of nature that allows me to manage them; patience and calmness of spirit."

"Ah, you should teach Xavier how to do that," Alexander says. "It is awful that he must rely on that elixir of his so often. Just because he is an apothecary does not mean he should let drugs live his life for him."

"You are fond of elixirs yourself, Husband," Yasmin points out with a gentle grin.

"Mm. I am not sure it can be easily taught," Layth admits and rolls his shoulders, "It is … more a trait of the line that sired me." He even quirks a lopsided smile, adding, "And in truth, it has its disadvantages. I could never maintain such harmony and contentment among such beautiful wives such as you do."

"Your humble Husband does not want his wives to feel bored or neglected is all," Alexander counters. Then he grins to Layth, and says, "I admit, there are times when I crave male company. I used to wrestle in my youth, to earn money during the long caravan journeys."

"Indeed? Forgive me, but I am not much of a wrestler. Most of my fighting days were for protection or supplementing the income of my household," Layth admits, "But if you wish while I am here, I can perhaps offer you a match or two as a … haven from tending to the needs of your wives. I am certain you will easily best someone so meager as myself, but I hope it would not be too much of a disappointment."

"Perhaps after dinner has settled!" Alexander says. "It has been many years, and I am out of practice, but… " Here the buck is interrupted as Yasmin touches a finger to his lips. "Dear Husband, as much as I and the others would enjoy watching you squirm about with another robust buck, I fear that there are other obligations on your schedule. Faizah and Hana have been planning something special for you tonight, and I daresay our good guest will be occupied as well, for I can tell from here that Barika and her young cousin are plotting against him."

"Another night then, perhaps?" Layth offers Yasmin and Alexander, "I would not wish to deny you the pleasure of a challenge while I am here. Nor would I deny you the opportunity to show your wives that you do, indeed, remain the master of your house." Then there's this pause in his speaking. "Plotting against me? Have I offended them such that they seek revenge?" the buck asks.

"Ah, Layth," Yasmin says, giving the buck an almost motherly smile. "It is not that sort of plotting. But I have known Barika for many years - it was I who introduced her to Alexander, in fact – and I can tell when she is planning something. I am sure she means you no ill, but is only trying to further the education of her cousin and the young Amazonian."

"Oh dear, then neither of us may be in a condition to wrestle come the morrow," Alexander says with a chuckle. "I will accept your offer for a future date, when the opportunity arises, though."

"Mmm," Layth muses at this, looking mildly amused. "Forgive the observation, but such statements remind me of childhood stories where the chosen is placated before having to face the ordeal of his life."

"There is nothing wrong with being observant, and wary," Yasmin notes coyly. "But rest assured you are in good hands with Barika supervising."

"She has very good hands," Alexander notes, gazing at his youngest wife. "Why, she does this… ah… ahem. What's for dessert, Yasmin?"

"Himaatian Delight, although Layth will not be joining us, I fear," Yasmin notes. Barika, Aisha and Calligenia have just risen from the far end of the table, and started coming over.

Layth looks over to the conversing women, then back to Yasmin. "Please forgive my ignorance of such matters … but does their mere plotting have meaning?" he asks. The comment from Alexander causes Layth's expression to fluctuate from confusion then to worry.

The does arrive, and Barika (A slightly darker-colored and older version of Aisha, who also has dark spots freckling her) bows to Yasmin, and asks, "Senior Wife, I request leave of my duties for the night, so that I may further the training and education of my cousin Aisha and her eager friend."

Yasmin nods to Barika, granting her permission. The speckled doe then offers a hand to Layth, saying, "If you would please join us, honored Layth."

"Ah, if they are in your care for the evening, I can occupy myself with other tasks. I am certain that there is much I can tend to, Honored … " Layth starts to say, then realizes he can't talk his way out of this. So, the buck rises from his seat and lightly places his hand into Barika's. "I am unworthy of such titles, o' honorable one of this fine house," the buck says. "I also fear that I am not worthy of aiding you in their education."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll do!" Barika tells Layth with a knowing smile.

"Do you need me to do anything in preparation?" Layth asks.

"You need only relax," the doe promises.

"That is my nature," the buck claims. "Let us withdraw."

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Bathing Alcove
This chamber is on the ground level of the main building, with a semi-open curved wall on the outside. Gauze curtains hang within the tall, arched windows to provide privacy while still allowing good air-flow. A padded bench sits in the center of the circular tiled floor that makes up the bathing area itself, while an antechamber is decorated with hanging rugs and a small mountain of ornate cushions.

Barika leads Layth and the does into the chamber, while carrying a woven basket. "Please stand by the bench, Layth," she asks the buck.

Layth looks around the bath with a curious, if slightly worried, expression. His hand slides from Barika's after she speaks and bows to the older woman. "As you like, lady of the flowing spots," he murmurs to her, then walks over to the padded bench and stands there, hands folded in-front of himself and fingers lightly interlaced. He can't help but feel like he's being lead to slaughter, frankly.

"Calligenia," Barika says, addressing the chocolate doe, "gently remove Layth's vest and shirt."

The Amazonian takes a step towards Layth, but then looks confused. "Why?" she turns to ask.

"In our culture, it is a sign of honor and respect to serve a man," Barika explains. "You will learn how we bathe here in the desert lands, where water is precious. And you will learn this by batheing Layth. Tonight you will see how Abu Dhabi women treat their men."

Layth's lips curl up into that half-smile again. He knows that the question is truly honest from Calligenia. "In her lands, the men tend and care for the women," he offers to Barika.

"That is true of many lands, including this one," Barika notes. "But we have a special flare for it, I think."

Calligenia comes up to the Layth, and actually asks him, "May I disrobe you?"

Layth dips his head slightly. "I would be honored for you to do so, Lady of Dianus," the buck says as his fingers release each other and he spreads his arms slightly.

Calli probably takes longer than necessary, since she isn't sure if there's supposed to be a ceremony to it or not. Barika encourages her along the way though, and then shows her how to fold the clothes and place them into the basket. "Aisha, please get Layth's pants." The golden doe blinks in surprise, having been nodding along as Calligenia did her part.

"Umm, he's not wearing anything underneath," Aisha notes to Barika. The older doe just smiles and says, "I am married to a half-blood Amazonian, cousin. I have seen it all before."

Layth actually spreads his legs a bit to help Aisha. He doesn't, thankfully, remark how she's already rather experienced in that particular area since she did the measurements. "I am full blood," he does seem compelled to add for whatever reason.

Barika raises an eyebrow at this. Aisha still seems a bit nervous. Having seen Layth naked is one thing – being the one getting him there is another, it seems. She tugs down his pants, and kneels down to actually lift each of his feet in turn to remove them completely. She then folds them and places them into the basket.

"You may sit down now, Layth, while we fetch the grooming supplies," Barika tells the buck.

Layth looks down to Aisha as she removes his pants and he says, "You need not be nervous, Lady Aisha. I am, at least, not a stranger." As Aisha puts his pants away and on Barika's request, the buck sits down onto the bench and folds his hands in his lap. "While in Dianus, I tended to their bathing needs," he comments.

"I'm sure Aisha hadn't been bathed by another since she was a coney," Barika says, picking up the basket of clothes. "She must have been quite awkward." Aisha shoots her cousin a look, but by then Barika is already heading out to the antechamber and the does have to hurry to keep up.

"No. I remember she rather enjoyed the attention," Layth explains, "She was very relaxed. Well, after the first few baths, at least."

The stool isn't quite built high enough for a tall Lapi, so Layth finds his knees higher than his hips. "I trust you will be relaxed for this then," Barika comments to the buck as she takes the does out – and vanishes for several minutes.

And so … Layth just sits there, naked and feeling oddly 'on display'. He shifts around, trying a few different positions to try and make his legs rest more comfortably, which ends up with his legs stretched out a but before him and his shins now at an angle away from the bench.

The does finally return. Barika is carrying an ornately decorated box, while Calligenia comes in behind her carrying a tall spout-lipped jug. Aisha brings up the rear, carrying folded towels and a stack of bowls. All of them are without clothing. Barika sets the box down just beyond Layth's outstretched feet, and opens it to reveal a set of fine chitin combs.

Layth's initial reaction is that his brow goes up a bit at the now naked does. "Ah, I must have fallen asleep," he claims, "For three angels of beauty have walked into my dream. No one as lowly as I would ever be visited in the lands of the waking by such beautiful does."

Aisha blushes at the compliment, and nearly drops the bowls. She manages to get everything set out though without incident. "A dream is a good starting point," Barika replies, and then tells Calligenia to fill the bowls half-way with oil. The chocolate does is about to pour into the bowls from a standing position (with the bowls being on the floor), until Aisha squeaks and brings the bowls up to the lip of the jug. "You do not want to splash oil on the floor," she notes.

"I feel as if I should be helping," Layth admits as he watches the two younger does work with the bowls and the oil. His nose twitches slowly as he tries to scent it from where he sits even though he'll surely be able to smell it soon enough. "I cannot remember a time where anyone has ever tended to me. It just … this seems strange. You do not have to do this," he offers. "I am nothing of importance."

With the bowls filled, Barika picks one up and says, "Unlike regular grooming, you must first start with the face, for which you will use your fingers alone. Observe." She then straddles Layth's lap, and starts brushing her (still dry) fingers lightly over the contours of his face. "Imagine you are painting a portrait. You must stroke in the direction of the fur with light pressure, and follow the contours."

Aisha explains to Layth, "This is important training, Layth, and you are the best male to practice with." The oil itself smells of olives and other herbs – along with some flowers as well.

"You will allow these girls to do all of the work, Layth," Barika insists.

Layth actually sits upright even more when Barika settles herself into his lap. His eyes are actually wide for once, taking on a Lapi look of surprise. Aisha's explanation, though causes him to relax some as he says, "Ah, there is truth in that. I would not attempt to … force myself on them as some might."

"This is wife training," Barika notes, and then gets off of Layth's lap and gestures for Calligenia to sit next. The chocolate doe sits… well, indelicately, and even squirms as if trying to get more comfortable until Barika flicks her ear. "Do not squirm. He is not furniture."

Layth's left eye twitches slightly as Calligenia squirms. "I see. Would not a eunuch be a better choice?" the buck asks as he tries to not think about where he is being rubbed. "And I was not aware they would perhaps be wives soon."

"Yes'm," Calli whispers, chastened. "They will be eventually," Barika notes, and guides Calligenia into dipping just the tips of her fingers into the oil. "It is very thin, so you will have to dip often," she notes, and then watches closely as the Amazonian tries to 'paint' Layth's face. It probably doesn't help that Calli's tongue is sticking out from her concentration.

As it turns out, the expression on Calligenia's face helps keep Layth from … well, from reacting too much like a regular Lapi buck. For now he remains silent so that the doe doesn't have to follow the roll of his jaws or the tensing of his muscles if he had spoken.

"Very good," Barika declares, and pats Calli on the butt. "Now it is Aisha's turn. She will not use oil, but merely massage." It takes a moment for the does to switch, and Aisha at least does not wiggle or squirm, but her hands are not terribly steady at first either.

"Deep breaths, Aisha," Barika instructs. "You must be calm if your man is to be calm. Betray excitement, and you will never get the grooming completed."

"Relax," Layth whispers to Aisha now that she's close, "You know I will not harm you or do anything inappropriate." He pauses, then half-smiles, "Even if the desire may be there."

"You mean you… " Aisha starts to ask, her eyes going wide, until Barika pinches her to snap her out of it. "You must learn to communicate without speaking, Aisha. To let your man know how you feel through touch and expression. I know you have tried all of your life to hide how you feel, so that you may be better in business, but in private you should be open."

"I am not devoid of desires," Layth says simply before going back to saying nothing. His eyes flick curiously to Barika, though. Anything he would ask is held for now.

The oil has already dried by the time Aisha has finished. Even water would not dry so fast, so Layth's fur probably has a thin coating of the stuff as a result. "Now we can use the combs," Barika says, showing the does how to dip them in the oil and how to brush through Layth's thicker-than-average fur. "Do not scrape the skin," she notes, moving the brush through Layth's chest fur at an angle. The other two join in, with Aisha working on Layth's scalp, ears and neck while Calli does his arms. Calligenia seems to fall into the grooming-groove naturally, and Lapi-mutters while she works.

The towels are used sparingly, reserved for wiping dry Layth's palms and feet where oil would be least wanted.

This, thankfully, doesn't trigger any, ah … more instinctual reactions that some touches could trigger. After several minutes, his eyes have dropped to being half-closed and his arms and legs practically lip. He finds his thoughts are random … and some surprising; particularly the one where he realizes how much he is actually enjoying the attention.

It's hard to tell how much time passes, with three does working. Finally, Barika intrudes on Layth's relaxed state by asking, "Please stand and spread your legs further, Layth."

Layth's eyes open and he blinks a few times, clearing his vision from its unfocused state. The buck dips his head politely in acknowledgement, then stands up and carefully spreads his legs apart, mindful of the slight slickness of the oils on his feet.

Barika dips her entire palm into the oil, and then shares that with her other hand, while saying, "If possible, you should end the bath with a lingam massage." Kneeling in front of Layth, she reaches between his legs and up, and washes him the the underside of his tail to the front of his groin. "Do not worry if he becomes aroused," she tells the other does. "That needs to be washed as well, after all."

Okay, now that touch causes Layth to tense up for a moment and almost go up on his toes. He forces his own breathing to be slow and steady and tries to keep his mind on anything other than what he's currently feeling. The thoughts of some of the crude fighting forms help for a time … but even an Amazonian Lapi can't fight off all the reactions such touching causes. And much to his … and probably Calligenia and Aisha's embarrassment, the buck is, in fact, becoming aroused. He looks towards the ceiling and mutters, "Sorry."

"You should be proud," Barika says. She wipes her hands on a towel, and the re-oils her palms. "Observe closely," she tells the others. Calli is already leaning in eagerly, while Aisha has a somewhat stunned look on her face. Barika demonstrates the proper strokes to use, reminding them to "Never let go. Bring in your other hand as the first is leaving. You try now Calli. That's it. No… don't squeeze! Light strokes!"

"The goal is relaxation," Barika reminds. It is Aisha – who actually went to the Temple of Morpheus with Layth – who has the gentlest touch, and actually does get Layth to relax.

Layth's hands spread wide at the touching. "Don't think about it, don't even think about it. Just think of the desert sand blowing in a light wind and th shimmering wave of heat that rises during the day," the poor buck thinks over and over through his mind. The times the touch is wrong … or a bit too tight, well, even Layth isn't about making a slightly strangled squeaking sound. At Aisha's turn, at least, Layth's fingers seem to relax and his tenseness fades.

"You are a natural, Cousin!" Barika enthuses. Then it's time for the towel, and the dabbing away of excess oil. "Now, wipe your hands off well, and we will adjourn to the antechamber, so Aisha can demonstrate Abu Dhabi style dancing for you, Calligenia. As a warrior, you should be able to appreciate and pick up the movements with little trouble."

Layth lets out a long sigh of relief. "Ah, am I excused, then?" the buck inquires. "I will tend to my own dress… "

"Not yet," Barika says, and takes Layth's hand to guide him into the antechamber full of pillows. There's a stand with a plate of powder-covered cubes of Himaatian Delight, as well as dates and sliced pears. "Aisha needs a proper audience, so just take your ease here with Calligenia while we prepare."

Layth doesn't object as he is guided along into the next room. With a polite bow to Barika, the buck then settles himself into the pillows and relaxes. When he is left with Calligenia, he admits, "I may have to … ah, visit an old friend later this evening. So if I am not here when you withdraw to sleep, that is why."

"An old friend?" Calli asks, sliding across Layth to pluck one of the powdered jelly treats. She offers it to Layth, bringing it right to his lips with a grin. "I am enjoying myself immensely, I must admit. I feel… very stimulated."

"The stimulation is why I may need to visit an old friend," Layth admits as he takes the jelly between his teeth, then draws it into his mouth with his tongue. "A way to calm myself, it could be described as."

"Is this how you feel after you make love to us with your hands?" Calli asks, and actually licks some of the powdered sugar from Layth's lips.

"Mm, a bit different," Layth admits after he comes around from the distraction of the lick. "In that I am completely focused on you … I don't think about possible things I may want. Right now I find myself thinking about many … inappropriate things."

"Why are they inappro-" Calli starts to ask, but Barika and Aisha return just then. Barika is dressed again, and holding a tambourine, while Aisha is bedecked with many gauzy, multi-colored veils and a wide belt festooned with chitin bangles and scales. "There will be time for that later, Calligenia," Barika notes. "Please turn your attention to the dance."

Reluctantly, Calli slides off Layth to lie next to him and watch.

Layth pushes back his lop ears and rolls his own head around to face the dancers. His eyes flow along from Aisha's feet all the way up to the tips of her ears as he takes in her attire. One of his hands tries to feel around and find a smaller pillow to conceal certain reactions, should they occur.

There are plenty of pillows to choose from. Barika begins rattling and drumming on the tambourine, and Aisha begins her dance to those rhythms, starting with a traditional Himaatian belly-dance as one might see in the Harem Club. At one point, her hips are moving so fast that the rattle of her belt out paces even the tambourine.

Layth slowly slides one of the pillows towards his lap as he watches the dance, mesmerized. Even with all the times he witnessed such dancing in the club, it has never stopped amazing him the flexibility and control it requires. Whether a doe, or a slinky-tailed Khatta, the dance always captures the eyes.

Aisha segues from the high speed dance to the suddenly slower sword-dance, where graceful movements of the arms and legs are emphasized over the hips. This one seems more like a martial exercise routine, and really grabs Calligenia's attention.

Another Layth has seen and knows. He too watches it with rapt interest as the doe flows and moves before them. If he notices any errors in the movements, he makes no obvious show of it. By now he has the pillow safely in his lap.

When she's dancing, Aisha seems to lose all of the self-consciousness that normally weighs on her, even as the drum-beat of the tambourine increases and she begins the Dance of Seven Veils, which combines elements of both of the previous dances – along with casting off her attire in artistic arcs and sweeps so that the gauzy material seems to float in the air.

Layth is very glad for the pillow now, as the reactions he had in the bath are returning in full force. The poor buck swallows as he sits there, unable to take his eyes away from the dance before him … and the slowly disrobing doe.

Finally, reduced to just her hip-hugging belt, Aisha spins and lands gracefully (and thankfully lightly) onto Layth's lap-pillow. Her arms are spread upwards, her chin tilted back, and her smile is… unlike any Layth has seen before on her. Aisha actually seems honestly happy and exhilarated, with none of the subtle embarrassment or shame she seems to usually have.

"I want to learn that," Calli whispers.

"Very good," Barika says, standing up and stepping into the next room for a moment. She returns with a platter holding three bowl-shaped cups full of clear liquid. "A nightcap," she says with a grin, and sets it down next to Layth. "Thank you for assisting, Layth," she notes, and even gives him a kiss on the cheek before getting back up. "I'll leave you all to your own entertainment now," she notes before slipping back out of the room.

Layth is motionless for a moment, eyes wide and mouth agape. Seemingly against his better judgment, the buck lifts one of his hands comes up and curls around the back of Aisha's neck. The moment is quick and gentle as he draws her head down and in and once there kisses her gently on her lips. And as quickly as it happens, Layth has released her. His head lowers down as he now seemingly refuses to look at her. "Forgive me," he murmurs weakly, "That was not proper and in violation of my station." To Barika he just nods, saying, "Good night, honored lady of the house."

"I didn't mind!" Aisha says. "I'm… I didn't think you liked me… "

"I want a kiss too," Calli says.

"And I like it when you look at me too," Aisha says.

Layth rubs his forehead. "It is more that it is complicated. It is not as if I can … do anything with either of you, to share more completely, to allow myself to enjoy you as I know you do when I tend to your needs," he tries to explain, "I am just … compared to both of your stations I am no better or more important than a pillow."

"Pillows are important," Calligenia claims, resting her head on Layth's shoulder. "But if you wish, I suppose you can serve us now a little. Starting with those beverages. I am parched."

Licking her lips, Aisha says, "Dancing is thirsty work as well. And you are our equal in the important ways, Layth. You are our friend, and we all care about one another."

Layth takes Calligenia's head in his hands and kisses her now, since it was what she asked for. He looks to the glasses and even starts reaching for them. And there something odd happens, the buck actually stops mid-reach. "I would like it if you served me tonight," the buck admits, his quiet voice actually sounding a bit embarrassed as he draws his hand back. "It … felt wonderful to feel important for a time; when you two were taking care of me."

Aisha grins! "Aha, you admit that we bring you pleasure!" she crows, and reaches over to lift the platter of drinks and set it down on Layth's chest. She picks up the first bowl-like cup, and brings it to the buck's lips.

"Well, tonight you did," Layth mutters before he places his lips on the rim of the bowl and begins to take a drink. As he's swallowing, the thought does cross his mind about the earlier discussion about elixirs. Surely they would not be offering him such.

The scent is what does it, if not the flavor of the oily drink. It smells just like Spring Meadow's breath did when they were making love.

By the time the realization strikes, though, the does are already starting to sip at their own cups.

Layth continues drinking as his mind processes the odd scent. When most of his bowl is gone, he's blinking a few times as realization hits. "Ah, Lady Circerae, Lady Aisha," the buck begins and licks his lips. "Do you know what you are drinking… ?"

"No idea," Aisha admits, after finishing hers. "It was not juice or wine… felt oily and… tingly."

Calligenia says, "It is an extract of the Milk of Ashtoreth, I am certain." She then finishes her cup in a single gulp. "Yes, very concentrated. Xavier makes it. Do you not recall the bottle that you extorted from Spring Meadow?"

"It is … well," Layth says as he looks increasingly nervous. "It is a drink containing the same, ah, elixir, that allows Lapis to … share completely with no fears of siring children from the event… " And there he leaves it, given Calligenia just explained more of what it was.

Aisha blinks at Calligenia, then blinks at Layth, and then looks down. "Well… pillows are important, but I guess we don't need this one anymore," she says, and plucks away Layth's lap pillow!

Layth squeaks! A rather undignified sound from such a large buck, really. "But, but, if we … you won't ever look at me the same way … we'll. You'll have to … " the Amazonian is practically babbling. He then stops, draws a breath, and centers himself. "I will teach Lady Circerae a new form of kissing. Lady Aisha seems to have chosen her desires and it would be most dishonorable of me to take that away from her now… " the buck says, trying to sound confident (and hiding the nervous swallow that just followed).