5 Reckoning RTR 6107 (Apr 05, 2010) Alptraum arranges for the dinner meeting at a local, and reasonable, restaurant. Alptraum then goes to collect Hexen and Kizzy for their night of … fun.
(The Right Hand of Shadow) (Alptraum) (Sylvania)
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The Commons
Just down the street from the actual town commons, where the farmers market is held and the gypsies have made their camp, this restaurant is clearly geared towards family groups. The tables are large, as are the booths, and the windows are clear and wide. The decor is classic Sylvanian, consisting of polished and intricately carved wood that projects a feeling of hominess.

Of all the places Alptraum has scouted out so far, this one seems the least assuming. It isn't a laborer's tavern – although there are clearly a few laborers eating late lunches – and also not an upper-middle-class or better place – although there are scholarly looking types and even a few nurses still in uniform, along with people dressed like shopkeepers. The staff seems friendly and as diverse as the customers. There is even a children's menu, suggesting that entire families eat here. The leaded windows let in a good amount of light, and are set to catch the evening sun as well, and there's an actual view of the commons, including the Farmer's Market and the gypsy camp. Things seem to be gearing up for the evening crowds that will be filtering away from the commons as the sun sets.

Alptraum whistles to himself as he walks a slow circle throughout the tavern, checking the general cleanliness of it and the attitudes of the staff as they tend to customers. His right hand is shaped back to looking like it had pre-shadow, save for the sheath and orb which have been decorated to look like a bracelet and forearm guard. The dagger is currently slotted, of course, as he needs Kaira's memory of the shape to create the effect. As he passes one of the tables, he even takes a moment to spy on the menu and the fair's cost.

The meals shown are basic, home-cooking sort of combinations at reasonable prices, including 'family style' versions. Vampire offerings are scant – just a few blood-porridge offerings and blood sausage, although 'dipping blood' is offered as a side dish for those who like to dip, chew and spit instead of swallow. Most of the other dishes have meat in them, with a few all vegetarian ones that seem geared toward Rhian tastes, and nothing much in the way of fruit outside of dessert jams.

A pretty Skreek waitress serves a few burly-looking men, who remarkably do not flirt, tease or try to pat the girl's bottom, but actually casually chat with her about things. They're probably regulars.

Alptraum's head bobs as he makes a mental note. His parents would be comfortable here. Rose might find it quaint. It's a good option, all in all. The focus will be on meeting and talking, not the food, so best to not go to anything extravagant. He's also impressed by the lack of flirting from the men and the mouse. She does have a really nice butt, he decides after taking a moment to look … and after having gained a certain appreciation for Skreek bottoms recently. Still, he doesn't comment either, and instead waits until she's free before he tries to wave her over for a quick chat.

Instead of the Skreek, another server notices Alptraum first – this one a young Eeee male. "Hello and welcome, sir," the bat says cheerfully. "If you are alone, I can offer you a seat at the counter unless you'd prefer a table or booth… "

"Actually, I was wondering if it would be any problems with a group of two vampires and three non-vampiric Eeee coming here for dinner tomorrow night. I'm introducing my parents to my girlfriend and have been looking for a pleasant place for the meeting," Alptraum explains. "And I'm Alptraum Reisender, by the way."

"I don't see that there would be any problem with that," the boy notes and gestures to a few tables that seat six people. "Are there any special dietary needs or food allergies?"

"No, just two vampires, myself and my girlfriend. The others can eat anything else listed on the menu," Alptraum explains. He remembers one thing and taps his cheek. "There is one small thing, we would probably be best served by a waiter. My father has been known to have, ah, a wandering hand. I'm sure you understand."

The boy blinks, then realizes, "Ah, you mean he pats girls! If you would like to reserve a booth, I can make sure you are given a waiter."

Alptraum thinks on that, then nods. "I'd like to reserve one under the name Reisender, then," he tells the boy. "I'll let you know if anything changes, but this seems to be my best prospect for a place my parents will approve of and won't be too distracting."

"And this will be for dinner?" the boy asks, holding up his order pad and pencil.

"Avralie, later evening. Sometime after seven, I expect," Alptraum explains. That gives him some recovery time, depending on what he has to do tonight and tomorrow…

The boy makes the note. A rare (for Draco County) Lapi girl works at wiping off tables, almost making a dance of it. "Alright, Mr. Reisender; one booth for five people, after 7 o'clock, and your server will be Roger."

"Oh, how busy are the evenings? Are they loud and rowdy, or is it typically regulars?" Alptraum asks.

"Well, we have had a recent boost in evening business since the Gypsies arrived," the boy replies. "They do performances and such into the evening, so we get a crowd when they finally wind down."

"I wouldn't call them loud though," the waiter assures. "We're a quiet place, since we don't serve very strong ale."

"What time do they typically arrive? Do the gypsies also come in?" Alptraum asks. It could get uncomfortable if half the tribe descendson Rose!

"Around 8 o'clock I'd say," the boy notes. "We get gypsies in during the morning, and sometimes in the afternoon, but I suppose they have their suppers in camp. Maybe our food is too bland for them or something."

"Well, two of my guests are gypsies," Alptraum says and grins, "And I'm a former one. Still, it is good to know we won't be mobbed."

"Huh? Mobbed for being gypsies or mobbed by gypsies?" the boy asks in confusion.

"By. They're a nosy bunch. Many would love to interrogate my girlfriend," Alptraum comments and remains grinning.

"Well, we can put up a privacy curtain on the booth too if you like," the waiter offers.

"No, no, that would be a bit too much. I want the dinner to seem, well, normal," Alptraum says.

"Well, this is the most normal restaurant in town, I think," the boy says with a smile. Although it probably doesn't help that the Lapi girl slips and falls on her rear just then.

Alptraum goes over and helps the Lapi girl up. He dusts her off, then says to the boy, "That's good! My parents worry enough that I'm being horribly corrupted by cities."

"Thanks mister," the Lapi mumbles, looking embarrassed.

"You're welcome," Alptraum tells the Lapi and pats her shoulder. After he heads back to the boy, he says, "Well, I think that is everything. I should let you get back to your guests."

"Oh, well… if you're going to be corrupted, indoor plumbing is probably the nicest means of doing it," the waiter suggests. "Gladys, why don't you go help in the kitch… er… sweep! Yes, go help sweep for a bit?"

The Lapi curtsies and hurries off through the employee door.

"Cute Lapi. Friend of the restaurant owner?" Alptraum asks.

"Oh, Gladys is just… well, it's our turn to try to find her a job she's good at," the boy says, not unkindly. In a whisper though, as if to make sure the Lapi doesn't overhear him, he explains, "She's a bit of a klutz around liquids, especially soapy stuff. If she doesn't work out here, I think she goes to the stables next. Sweet girl otherwise."

"Is she good at, well, anything?" Alptraum whispers back to the waiter.

The boy blinks and looks thoughtful. "She likes to dance, so tends to do better at tasks were she can move her legs and hips… which can be dangerous too, in an enclosed space. She does well with a broom though. Her mom works at the gentleman's club, so… she knows a lot of people in town."

"Well, she might be able to join the gyspies if it came down to it. They can always use an attractive dancer," Alptraum suggests. "Now, I should be going. Thank you for all your help."

"Enjoy the rest of your day, sir," the boy says. "We look forward to serving you tomorrow evening."

With the camp so close, and some time left before he's supposed to escort Hexen and Kizzy to Mave, Alptraum pays a little side visit to the Radovah wagon, where Nyneve and Lulu are doing some maintenance work on a pair of costumes.

"Ah, what a beautiful pair of ladies to greet the eyes of an old gypsy!" Alptraum declares and claps his hands together as he approaches the two Khattas. "Perhaps the lovely ladies would be willing to help an old friend in the matter of tormenting a fox?"

"Hmm, you are quite liberal with the term 'old' tonight, Alptraum," Nyneve notes with an arched eyebrow, while Lulu doesn't seem bothered at all – she's the youngest daughter, and thinks everyone is old. "And what is this about tormenting a fox? Surely you do not mean your childhood cohort and partner in mischief, master Hexen?"

"Why, of course I do. And everyone knows you're not old, Nyneve, you're timeless," Alptraum claims as he continues to grin. "I was hoping you had an old earring, preferably hoop type, that I can use to startle Hexen when he wakes up tomorrow. You see, I hinted that Kizzy should fit him with a nose ring to better control him … and well, I think it might be funny to see the shock on his face when he wakes up, but is too tired to realize it is fake."

Given that Nyneve has gold (painted chitin) hoops in her own ears, it is probably reasonable to assume she has old ones too. With a smirk, she gestures to an enameled box resting on one of the wagon's shelves. "There should be one in there, Alptraum."

"Dear me, you're inviting me into your wagon?" Alptraum teases and puts his right hand on his heart. "Do you promise you won't try to lock me inside and keep me?"

"I let you go before, didn't I?" Nyneve notes, causing Lulu to giggle.

"If you ever had me," Alptraum counters and waggles his ears playfully He heads into the wagon and sorts through the enameled box, looking for a likely ring that will work and Nyneve won't miss. He finds one after a few minutes, one that's painted to look pewter and its pair seems to be missing … so he takes it.

"That is a good one," Nyneve notes. "Given to me by Nadya's father, I believe. What do you offer me for it?"

"What do you want for it?" Alptraum asks. "It sounds important to you, so perhaps I should find something with less sentimental value?"

"Oh, I did not say it was important or sentimental," Nyneve claims. "I have Nadya to remember him by, which is far more valuable than a painted trinket. It is merely the principle of the thing, you see." The Khatta smiles… like a predator.

"Any particular, ah, plants, animals, or samples you need for your, ah, other craft? I travel to lots of dangerous places. Or … interested in adding to the dancing group? There is a Lapi in town who seems to have calling as a dancer, but has a hard time keeping a job due to some … accidents," Alptraum offers. "I could introduce you to her."

"Hmmm, a Lapi you say?" Nyneve asks, tapping the end of her knitting needle against her chin. "That could prove fruitful. Lapi are rare outside of the capitol. I will give you the earring then in exchange for an introduction to this dancing doe, simply bring her around to me when convenient."

Alptraum does a sweeping bow to Nyneve. "As you like, corrupter of innocent, young, men," he teases. The earring is tucked away into a small pouch at his side. "And speaking of the kept fox, where is he? At Kizzy's wagon?"

Looking at the low angle of the sun first, Nyneve suggests, "They may be, yes. The girl like to prepare supper for her man, and most of those willing to pay for lemon-water are likely gone by now."

"Tell me honestly, do they seem happy together?" Alptraum actually asks. "Or is he really unhappy? Should I try to get her to release him?"

"They act like a married couple, so who can say?" Nyneve notes. "You could ask him, and get a possibly truthful answer, or parade a desirable woman before him and see if he acts like his old self or not."

"Oh, he'll rarely give me a truthful answer. It would be him admitting I was right, after all," Alptraum remarks and heads off towards Hexen's wagon. "It was nice seeing you again, Nyneve. We should keep in touch," he adds and waves.

Hexen's ramshackle wagon looks like it hasn't been used for awhile, and the fox's personal effects seem to be gone. Of course, Kizzy's wagon is much roomier and nicer, which could play a part in Hexen's apparent show of voluntary captivity.

Alptraum heads right up to the wagon door and raps his knuckles loudly on it. This also causes him to wince since he no longer has that chitinous shell protecting them! He needs to be gentler next time. "The greatest matchmaker of all time comes calling on one of his greatest successes!" Alptraum declares outside the door. "I hope you two aren't too busy?"

The door opens, and Hexen stands there holding half a melon in one hand. "Did you bring any meat with you?" the fox hisses at Alptraum.

"No, why?" Alptraum asks as his ears splay in confusion. "I came to take you and Kizzy to the castle for your night of pleasure."

"We're still eating," Hexen notes, eyeing his melon. "Will there be real food at the castle?" he then asks hopefully.

"Certainly. We can swing by the kitchen," Alptraum says as he leans slightly to the side, looking for a sign of Hexen's tether. "And can I come in?"

"Well… sure," Hexen says, standing aside to let the bat in. Alptraum can see Hexen's bed and other things moved in (since Kiz hangs from the ceiling to sleep) and the Saskanar Eeee herself at the small table, her face almost completely obscured by the melon rind as she really gets her nose into it.

While the collar is still in place, the tether itself is still connected to a tree outside, disconnected from the collar.

Alptraum heads into the wagon and closes the door. He spots the bed and can't help but point out, "I thought she kept you in a harness hanging beside her at night." Alptraum even tests the collar and stifles a laugh, adding, "But I do see that she did lock that on you… "

Hexen bats at Alptraum's hands, saying, "Don't tug on it like that, it'll chafe! And it took me passing out a few times before she let me get my bed."

"Oh come on, the collar isn't that bad," Alptraum just has to add, "Believe me, it could be a lot worse. There are stories of women replacing body parts of men to show signs of possession. Things like, oh, hands and such." He smiles and sits down on the edge of Hexen's bed, then asks the pair, "So, are you both ready for one very memorable night?"

Kizzy's face emerges from the melon, and her long tongue goes to work licking off the bits that stuck to her leaf-shaped nose. "You are sure it will be safe, right?" she asks Alptraum.

"Perfectly safe. If you're relaxed and accepting, everything will be very pleasant. And Hexen has it easy, he's already perfect in your eyes. So this is really a gift you're giving to him to show him how much you adore him," Alptraum says. He then nudges Hexen's foot with his own and remarks quietly to him, "I bet you really like that tongue. Am I right?"

Hexen doesn't say anything, instead biting into his melon.

"Is there anything I can help pack for you while you eat? Anything you will need for tonight?" Alptraum asks Kizzy.

"I don't know if we'll need the usual toys," the bat-girl replies.

"Probably not, but it wouldn't hurt to bring, then, right?" Alptraum asks. Just toss me a bag and tell me where you keep them and I'll pack."

"I'm sure that we won't!" Hexen insists, and then smiles to Kizzy as if trying to show he's sincere.

"Okay, we can leave them," Kizzy agrees. "What will the Yodhinala want for her services though? Is Hexen's blood going to be payment enough? And… how much of it does she need?"

"It should be enough. Anything she demands outside of it I'll end up paying anyway," Alptraum says. "I owe Hexen a lot, even if he doesn't believe me and may be secretly plotting my demise over all of this." He gestures to the wagon interior for emphasis.

"But he's much happier here than in that mobile pile of scrap wood he used before," Kizzy claims.

Alptraum leans back a bit, then feels the bed 'headboard' for an attachment point for that collar Hexen wears, curious if she makes she he can't run away in the night too. "Is that true?" he asks Hexen.

"It… is less drafty," Hexen agrees. "But it's awfully girly."

"Oh, that's easy to fix!" Alptraum offers, "I could have Hexen turned into a girl… "

"Hmmm," Kizzy goes, eyeing Hexen, and then shaking her head at the dumbfounded fox. "No, he would just play with himself all day long then."

"I would not," Hexen protests, then blinks and shakes his head as well. "And it's not going to happen anyway! This is still just some sort of prank Alptraum's pulling off, I know it."

"That's easy too, tie his hands behind his back," Alptraum adds, grinning like a devil. He then swats Hexen's leg lightly, adding, "And how do you know? Do you doubt that I would do something th make you actually happy? I've gotten you a woman who worships you and is about to spend her night showing you how much."

"Granted, she also does demand complete obedience and keeps you in a collar, but no one is perfect, right?" Alptraum adds.

"Well, how about one that makes me feel like a man then?" Hexen complains. "I'm the girl in this relationship, Alptraum! It's just not fair!"

"He is too shy," Kizzy counters.

"What would make you feel like a man?" Alptraum asks rather honestly. "You do understand I do a lot for Rose, right? That quite often it is me serving her in some fashion or another?"

"That's not it," Hexen says. "It's… being in charge. For certain things. Not being bossed around in public or treated like a pet. This is not what I pictured when I imagined what it would be like to be a 'kept' man, you know!"

"What did you picture, then?" Alptraum asks.

"You know, lounging on a couch, being fed grapes by cute slave girls until the mistress calls… " Hexen says, with a wistful sigh.

Alptraum laughs! "It does not work like that," he says. "Now, if tonight goes well and you're both happy. I want you to both promise me something. First, that you'll let Hexen out of that collar … unless he explicitly asks you to leave it on him. Second, that if you really enjoy tonight, Hexen, you'll quit trying to escape her. I expect you'll find you won't want to anyway."

"Her cooking is still an issue though," Hexen notes, holding up the melon.

"Okay, I promise to let him out of his collar," Kizzy says.

"Well, you can cook for yourself, can't you? Why don't you offer to cook some nights so that you can get food you want? You can also then teach her how to prepare it," Alptraum points out.

"Only out if he asks to be released," Alptraum points out to Kizzy, "He might beg you to leave it on. If he does, well, then you never have to contemplate removing it again… "

"Maybe," Hexen mutters, since that suggestion sounds suspiciously like work. "And I promise, sure… "

"Believe it or not, Hexen, doing things for a woman, even work, is enjoyable when you care about her," Alptraum tells the fox.

"Well, I'd care more if I'd chosen her instead of been tossed into her lap like a birthday present," the fox notes.

"But being tossed in is more like the fantasy of being captured to serve a woman, isn't it?" Alptraum points out. "It's all in how you think about it."

"And trust me on one thing here. Kizzy is a nice girl. You could have ended up in a lot worse situations," Alptraum adds, "Like being given to a woman who enjoys flaying people alive, for example."

"I just wish Kizzy's melons weren't the sort that grow on vines," Hexen mutters.

"I'll also promise you something, Hexen. If you go through all of this and decide that I was right and that you are happy … I'll tell you everything that I've been through and sacrificed along the way," Alptraum promises. "As for her melons … well, there is a way that could be fixed, if it becomes an issue. It won't be tonight, though."

"You were never this weird before, Alptraum," Hexen points out. "Anyway, I guess I'm ready to go!"

"I wasn't? Anyway … we should be going. I promised to drop Hexen off in the kitchen to eat. I'll take Kizzy to Mave and there we will perform the changing ritual that will gift Kizzy with many of Mave's … attributes," Alptraum adds.

"I guess I'm ready then," Kizzy notes, after wiping off her wing-hands. "Do I need to dress fancy?"

"Not at all. Any clothing you'll need Mave can lend you. I doubt you will need any though," Alptraum says as he stands. He heads to the door way and opens it for the pair. "After the condemned!" he says.


Mave's Room
Yodhinala Mave has the largest room in the shared guest suite. Besides a bedroom, there is an office and tiled bathroom sporting a large sunken tub. Everything Mave has carried from Babel is on display, from the portable shrine in one corner (now featuring the sculpture of her that was done in Gromit) to Babelite tapestries hanging from the walls. Standing wardrobes are full of numerous Temple costumes, and the office area has been given over to a small alchemy lab – but larger than the table she and Phlagaea share in the castle's Wizardry lab.

After dropping off Hexen, Alptraum brought Kizzy to Mave's room, where the young bat suddenly became a bit overawed. "Are you really going to change me?" she squeaks.

"Yes, actually, you will be. It isn't painful, I promise. In fact if you accept it, it is quite enjoyable," Alptraum explains as he goes to fetch a scarf to use as a blindfold. "I need you to remove all your clothing and sit on the edge of the bed."

Mave helps the girl, who seems to fumble a bit from nervousness (and it can't be that easy to work buckles and buttons with the few normal-sized fingers available to the girl). She does blush a bit when she's finally bare before Alptraum, since this isn't exactly her home territory.

Alptraum walks over to Kizzy and lightly wraps the blindfold around her eyes. He doesn't want her to see the skin melt off his arm in a minute, after all. "Yodhinala Mave, will you help her calm down a bit?" Alptraum asks as he climbs onto the bed so that he can sit behind Kizzy to work.

While blindfolded, Kizzy still manages to calm down a bit, and then actually relax, as Mave expertly massages her wing-arms. "Saskanars have very sensitive wings compared to ours," she explains to Alptraum.

"Thank you," Alptraum tells Mave as he pulls the dagger out of the sheath in his arm and he can feel the vessels pull free with a sort of squelchy, sucking, release. The dagger isn't out for more than a few seconds before the Eeee 'skin' begins to split along the metallic boning that goes to the elbow. It burns slightly where it splits for a second, at that. The burning fades when the furred 'skin' dissolves back into the rubbery-looking black flesh that floats between the spaces, leaving it in its semi-fleshless state with the throbbing mass of tendrils clearly visible now. Now he rubs along the back of Kizzy's neck gently as he asks, "You really want Hexen bad enough to go through with this for him? To give him one of his fantasies?"

"Sure, if it'll make him feel like a man and take the lead for once," Kizzy agrees.

"Then just breathe slowly and relax. This will feel strange, but don't resist," Alptraum murmurs into her ear as he hugs her from behind and places the palm of his right hand in the center of her chest. "Give into the feeling and you will enjoy it. And when your eyes open again, you will find yourself quite … different." As his last word trails off, the mass on the back of his hand throbs like a beating heart. The rubbery flesh between the arm-bones begins to overflow their edges and ooze out, slowly spreading over her chest in a cool, almost-wet-feeling mass. "Relax," he murmurs again as the shadow quickly spreads to envelop the Eeee. "Enjoy," he adds as the shadow-flesh finally crawls up and engulfs her head, leaving the Eeee completely encased in shadow. And there Alptraum does the first, and very important thing … he kens Kizzy, should he need to repair anything that may go wrong.

The girl can't help but squirm a little, although this stops once she's completely encased and 'frozen' for kenning. All of those tendrils seem to penetrate her body, 'tasting' her throughout. Alptraum notes how different she tastes from a typical Eeee as well, hinting at separate origins, perhaps.

Alptraum is careful with the kenning, making sure he memorizes how each taste, no matter how subtle, differs. From Mave's perspective, Alptraum's face is one of pleasure as he works, the very act of tasting this girl seemingly some sort of forbidden pleasure to the senses. And even though he doesn't wear it, Alptraum even rumbles deep in his throat from the enjoyment. Once the kenning is complete, the next act is shaping. He draws up his memory of the 'flavor' of Mave. Once the taste is strong within him, he begins to apply it to Kizzy's body. He starts with her arm-wings first, trying to shift them backwards to be regular Eeee-wings and leave a place to grow Kizzy new arms from her shoulders. He's slow and gentle as he works, never forcing when he feels resistance … instead he tries to entice the troublesome spots to give into the pleasurable touch of being remade.

The arms are an issue. Alptraum feels resistance there more than anywhere else, much as when he did the initial transformations of Rina, Twig and Snow – there was always some defining element that they held onto. For Kizzy, it seems to be her wing-arms.

Alptraum keeps trying to work those wing-arms, though if they prove to be too resistive, he will leave them as they are and focus on the rest of her, her face, her chest, her hips, and her legs, then followed by the coloration.

In comparison, the rest of the girl's body is quite pliable, once Alptraum passes on the wings for now.

The sounds of enjoyment from Alptraum resume as he works the rest of Kizzy's body, tucking here, plumping there, and shifting the colors to brilliant white, to even tucking her nose down to look like Mave's. Once he has the rest done, he returns to Kizzy's arm-wings and takes more more attempt at shaping them.

It seems like the arm and wing just don't want to separate – at best, Alptraum feels he can make them completely into arms, leaving Kizzy a wingless Eeee.

"You really enjoy this, Alptraum," Mave notes as she observes.

Alptraum thinks on this for a moment, and decides to leave them as wing-arms. It will help convince Hexen that this is Kizzy, after all. "It feels good to do and have done to yourself," he murmurs absently as the shadow finally begins to withdraw from Kizzy, pulling back into that pulsating mass on his hand.

The effect is mixed. The wings and general facial features remain those of Kizzy, although without the leaf-nose, while the body is a younger version of Mave's (which is to say, a bit less voluptuous, to better suit Kizzy's petite frame). The fur is white, with the girl's hair being blonde like Mave's as well. Her tongue flicks out to lick her nose, and this signals her awakening. "Did… it work?" she mutters.

"Mostly, yes," Alptraum says as he pulls his right arm back and quickly grabs a pillow to hide it. "Stand up and examine yourself?" he suggests.

Kizzy makes it to her feet with help from Mave, who takes her over to the full length dressing mirror. The younger bat gasps… and immediately starts playing with her expanded chest, although with wing-hands the activity is obscured from Alptraum's view.

Alptraum thinks grumpily, "Figures." As he pets his hand under to 'calm' the squirming, he asks, "Is it satisfactory? Do you believe Hexen will enjoy it?"

"I think he will," Kizzy notes, even her voice sounding a little deeper. "If not, I will. I've always wanted something like this… "

"The offer to turn Hexen into a girl still stands," Alptraum jokes as he stands up and gathers his dagger while Kizzy is busy and slots it back into his arm (but doesn't try to shift it for now). "Shall I go get him? Is there anything you require of me tonight, Yodhinala Mave?"

"Oh no, I can handle these two on my own," Mave says with a grin.

"Yeah, go get him!" Kizzy says, and laughs maniacally.

"Wow, I escape unscathed!" Alptraum thinks as he slips over to the door. "The victim will be here shortly!" he declares, salutes, and exits the room to fetch Hexen.

Hexen is still in the kitchen, looking well-fed and a bit greasy around the mouth. "There sure are a lot of cute girls working in this castle," he notes to Alptraum with a wink when the bat finds him.

"Any in particular catch your eye?" Alptraum asks. "None of them are as pretty as what awaits you back in Mave's room, though. Are you ready go see her? You really ought to clean your mouth before you go, though. And chew some mint."

"Where can I clean up?" Hexen asks, and actually breaths into his palm to smell his own breath.

"You can … hm. How about we get Kizzy to clean you up?" Alptraum suggests. "You can be in charge. Tell her to clean you up properly before the real fun begins. I also bet that by the morning, that collar will still be on." He grins widely.

"You've seen her hands, right?" Hexen notes, getting up. "She'll want to use her tongue… "

"And the problem is what, exactly?" Alptraum asks and sticks out his own long tongue. "It's a lot of fun… " He waves for Hexen to follow him back to the suits. "Come along. Just … try and be a little romantic and sexy for a change!"

Hexen seems hesitant, but follows along. Mave greets them at the door in a sheer negligee, with Kizzy next to her dressed in similar. "Oh, we were going to get started without you; you need to be more punctual, fox."

Alptraum steps aside and bows. "Yodhinala Mave and Kizzy," he announces to the likely slack-jawed Hexen. "Two ladies waiting to enjoy you and be enjoyed. If the Yodhinala offers you a drink, I suggest you take it. You may need the stamina… "

"I… I… I… " Hexen stammers. "I… need a bath first… " he manages to say, before being pulled into the room. The door closes behind him, and Alptraum can hear a bolt being thrown as well – leaving him locked out in the suite's common area.

"I'll just … go over here," Alptraum says as he points towards one of the chairs in the common area. The bat then goes and plops himself down in it. He relaxes the form on his arm again, letting it revert to its 'normal', if nasty shape. Once it is back, he pokes on the mass and tells it, "You get me into trouble."

The arm is still… tingly. It felt even better kenning and transforming this time than before. It's tempting to do it again…

Alptraum then grumbles. "I don't have anyone else to ken and transform," he tells it and pokes it again. "I'm alone if you can't tell."

"Why don't I just go get something to eat, and you eat?" Alptraum asks his right hand as he pets the mass. "Maybe we'll practice shaping on me afterward. Would that be enjoyable?" He doesn't expect an answer, really, but focuses on how it feels anyway.

The twitching tendrils looks pleased at the idea, or else just extra-wiggly…

"What form do you want to try, hm?" Alptraum actually asks the tendrils. "Hog again? Something new?" It suddenly strikes him at just how bizarre it is that he's talking to his hand.

The orb pulses, and Kaira's head appears. "You are talking to me, right?" she asks.

Alptraum shakes his head and sighs. "I'm not sure," he admits to Kaira. "I'm having an urge to shape something."

"I warned you about kenning people," the dragon points out. "It can become addictive! I guess shaping can too. Go charge up, and then maybe I'll surprise you with something, how's that?"

Alptraum pops his neck and stands. "How about we go feast on some hogs? Maybe that will settle the urge," he tells his hand and Kaira, "And that seems reasonable, maybe the desire will fade after some energy. And as addictions go, it's not too bad so far." And thus, Alptraum heads out of the door to go find some normal hogs to consume…

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