Authors note - Chapter subject picked by a raffle winner <3 I wasn't sure whether to tag this as Trans or non-human, I went with non-human just to try and warn people who wouldn't like the content below not to read it! So if you don't like elf boys taking it from shemale nagas, skip this one! Mwah, Xtina Xx
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Scarlett stood precariously in his new heeled shoes, eying himself over sceptically in the full-length mirror Mayla had been so kind as to provide him with. She had been so kind as to provide him with a lot of things, actually.
She had been so kind as to supply the heeled shoes in which he now stood, although he cursed their shape and was only standing, he was sure, thanks to his natural elven balance. She had been so kind as to supply the dress that now clung attractively to his figure, strapless and shoulderless it had to hug tight to his flat chest not to slip down further, following the shape of his hips to flare out into a wide flow of skirts. She had even been so kind as to not only supply him with the makeup, which she assured him was necessary for his job role, but to show him how to apply it.
A dark shade of shadow highlighting the vibrancy of his bright green eyes. A dash of blushing adding to his already alluring femininity. Most prominently, his lips were now a vibrant red, a hue she had smirkingly referred to as being in their tongue, also called scarlet.
Observing himself he certainly set a striking image, his hair brushed and tied back into a flowing ponytail, strands tucked back to emphatically display his pointed ears. It seemed to him Mayla had gone very far out of her way in preparing him to display his perceived feminine features and to highlight his race. Not that all that really surprised him, he was after all her flashy new elven barmaid. Her all-female employee, as far as any curious customers were concerned.
Scarlett sighed some and patted down his dress, finally convinced he had sowed and tailored it enough with Mayla's small kit that it fit him comfily. He was almost convinced in fact that he'd be able to move around without it slipping down his chest, he had observed that while males often brandished their chests proudly all but the lowliest of women kept their chests hidden.
Mayla had been up since the break of dawn, splitting her time between providing breakfast for those who had stayed the night and inducting, dressing and making up Scarlett to look the part he had to play. While he would be tasked with smaller errands for her throughout the day, his real duties of serving wouldn't be quite as needed until evening.
She seemed keen, however, to get him downstairs today to start spreading the word of his arrival and to further show him the ropes.
Carefully and leaning on the wall delicately for the support he made his way towards the tavern proper, away from the rented rooms and into the main space. It was late morning before the sun had reached its peak and the tavern was at it's quietest. People who had stayed the night had breakfasted and left, those who might come for lunch had not yet arrived and the evening crowd of revellers were likely still sleeping off the previous night's fun.
"I really must get back to the market Mayla.." a voice whined, female and quiet, his elvish ears picking it out as he arrived.
"Stay for one more! Just one more I swear she will be down any minute!" Mayla's voice, her head turning to glance anxiously towards where Scarlett now stood, her eyes lighting up as soon as she saw him, a relieved-looking smile settling over her features.
Scarlett glanced down from her, pursing his lips as he noticed the source of the other voice, a gnomish woman, slender and maybe three foot tall, looking up at her in frustration as she knelt on the bar stool, "You have to let go of this fantasy of yours that you bedded an elf! You got too much into your own brew I'm thinking lass!!"
Mayla glanced down at the gnome as Scarlett, standing free of the wall for support but walking with measured steps all the same, sauntered towards the two of them at the bar, trying to sway his hips the way Mayla had demonstrated that morning as he had washed. "Oh yeah?" she pointed towards Scarlett, smug.
The gnome rolled her eyes as if to entertain a child and glanced in the direction Mayla was pointing. She did a double take, her mouth falling open as she stared at Scarlett as he approached. He tried to give her his most winning smile. "Good morning.." he said, voice soft and inviting, again as Mayla had instructed him. His voice should be enticing so people want to stay and drink more, he remembered her instructing.
"By the workings of our fathers. You! Elf lass! You real!?" the gnome was tiny sure, her frame slender for her size, her hair black and her eyes almost matching, he looked down into the intensity of her almost black eyes. She looked as if she were about to burst they were so wide!
Scarlett paused, a little taken aback. He was still considerably withdrawn when it came to interaction, after all, he had only ever spoken in full to Mayla. He glanced at her and saw her nod a little encouraging with a smile as she moved with practised motions to make some kind of drink.
Scarlett looked back to the expectant gnome and nodded some. "Well.. Of course? My names um.. Scarlett.. I'm the new barmaid here." he offered, simply.
The gnome eyed him over critically then beckoned with a finger as she stood on the stool, "C'mere! Lemme get a proper look at you eh?"
Scarlett glanced at Mayla before stepping forward complying, blinked at the gnome, studying the intensity in her dark eyes as they flickered and scanned over his features. "Naah they're fake, look!" She reached out with a hand and gave the tip of Scarlett's long pointed ears a squeeze!
His vision went white and a soft feminine gasp flowed from his painted lips, he felt his cheeks flush with colour and he found himself gripping the bar for support as his knees went weak. "A-aah! H-hey~ Careful please, they're really really sensitive.." he pursed his lips a little, trying to find his feet again.
The gnome stared open-mouthed, incredulous, unbelieving. "..Fuck me. You're an elf.."
"Told you so," Mayla replied in a smug sing-song voice, placing a tall cup filled with a creamy brown liquid, steaming before Scarlett. "Whose bed did you stay in last night Scarlett hun?"
Scarlett eyed the cup with some suspicion, the scent was complex to his senses but not unpleasant. "Yours, of course," he replied casually as he picked up the cup, as if the answer should be obvious. It was only proper after all, following the tradition that he stay in his employer's bed for the first night of his employment.
The gnome's gaze flickered between Mayla and Scarlett, at a complete loss for words. She shook her head, clambering down from the stool and walking hastily between the tables towards the exit. "I er.. I gotta get back from the market, my sister will be wondering where I'm at!"
Mayla grinned excitedly as she leant forwards on her bar, elbows on the top chin rested on her upturned palms as she watched the gnome leave.
Scarlett slid into the stool the gnome had been occupying, clasping the hot cup in his hands to warm them. "What was all that about?.."
"Oh, that was Liu. She's possibly one of the biggest gossips there is around here. She'll spread the word of you to everyone she speaks to in the market today. A rumour like you will spread like wildfire too." She grinned broadly. "We're going to have a rush on tonight. It'll be a bit of a trial by fire for you. You'll be on your feet all evening, think you can handle that?"
Scarlett bit his lip and looked down at his feet. The heels were awkward, but not too tall, not too difficult, after a couple of hours he'd be graceful on them, he was sure. The conversation and social aspect worried him, but he didn't want to disappoint Mayla after she had been so considerate and kind to him. "I'll be okay Mayla. I won't disappoint you." he was going to do his best to earn his room, board, bed and pillows.
"I know you will sweetness," she said, reassuringly squeezed his forearm, smirking some. "Drink, it'll give you energy. I'll show you how to quickly wash the glasses, pour the drinks and mix a few of the basics. I'll mostly just have you serving tonight but you might as well learn. We'll start when you've finished that eh?" Scarlett nodded softly and she smiled, walking off to see to a patron, leaving him to his cup.
He glanced down at his drink. The colour was disconcerting but the smell was already growing on him. He picked it up and, in the spirit of learning, took a sip. It was bitter, caramelly, sweet, creamy, all manner of amazing tastes and sensations which washed over his inexperienced palette. He stared down into the cup in wonderment. Elves stuck primarily to water with the occasional treat of flower wine, a mildly alcoholic drink made with the petals of flowers for taste.
"Mm!" he swallowed and looked back at Mayla, calling to her, eyes twinkling! "What is this?! This is amazing!" he took another sip, almost burning his mouth as he let the invigorating flavours play out over his tongue.
Mayla looked across at him bemused as she went about pouring another for the patron. "Uh.. Coffee?"
"Coffee.. I must bring this back to my people.. Where does it come from?" he asked excitedly and Mayla noted, his pupils had dilated. Two sips and the elf was already buzzing from the energy hit. She wondered if his body would react the same way to alcohol?
Mayla pursed her lips some, "Buh.. From the southern lands, I think.. Was an orc brew but it's gotten pretty popular in these parts with a bit of cream and honey."
Scarlett nodded curiously as he took another sip, tapping his foot a little impatiently on the floor. There was so much to get done today! He could hardly sit here the entire day wasting it! "Can you show me how to mix the drinks? Maybe I could clean the place up a bit of you prefer? How much do I charge for drinks?"
His questions were coming fast and frantic and Mayla found herself cracking a smile. This was going to be a good day for business.
The day progressed much as Mayla had expected, she had a mind for business and had had the foresight to crack out the extra chairs and glasses. She showed Scarlett the ropes to serving and waiting tables, encouraging him to make polite conversation with the few patrons that entered during the day, enticing him with notable results to come out of his shell and embrace being Scarlett. However many of these people didn't stop for a drink, there merely walked indoors, spotted Scarlett and left again. Word was spreading, people were coming to see whether it was true.
