A slight tap came to Tattia's shoulder, one of the house boys.
"You have a guest waiting in your quarters," he said quietly before returning to his duties.
There were very few that were allowed into Tattia's personal quarters, most clients were taken to rental rooms. Only very select regulars, particularly ones she actually liked, were given access to her room when they visited. And it usually meant they planned on spending the night. In Tattia's case, she could count on one hand the number of regular clients who have been allowed that privilege.
To put it simply, Tattia was a prostitute, a whore. She had heard all the names before. They didn't bother her. She was lucky to work in a house that threw out guests that didn't respect the girls who worked here. And while it wasn't perfect, (nothing ever really was), she enjoyed the work. She had carved out a niche for herself here. Known for having a gentle touch and soft voice that melted the hearts of her clients. It made her very popular. Though she supposed being a half-elf also helped.
Elves were rarely ever seen these days, mostly spoken of as if they were legends. Though she was living proof they still existed, even if she was only half.
She had fair skin with a light complexion, made supple and soft with an excessive skincare routine. Her blonde hair was currently cut short as well as drawing attention to her pointed ears as well as framing her face, most notably her bright blue eyes.
Tattia opened the door to her room and stepped inside, closing and locking the door behind her. The room wasn't too large, just big enough without being cramped. A bed large enough for two was up against the far wall beneath a window. It was next to a dresser as well as a closet full of various clothes and outfits. There was also a small desk with a mirror attached. Its drawers were full of various makeup and perfumes.
There was also a door to her own private bath, currently closed though the steam on the glass told her where her guest had gone. Tattia was about to peek to see whom it was when she noticed something in the corner of the room.
A set of armor, neatly tucked aside, but was covered in marks of previous battles. Places that have been broken and repaired time and time again, as well as a large, heavy blade leaning against the wall. Tattia no longer had to guess who was waiting for her. Her warrior had returned.
The half-elf tried to quell the excitement in her stomach. It had been nearly two months since her warrior had visited, part of her feared they had died in battle. Or worse, found another woman. Not that Tattia had feelings for this warrior, that would be foolish. But of her regulars, this one was her favorite. Though she would be lying to herself if she said she had never fantasized about them taking them away, the both of them riding into the sunset on horseback as they shared a deep long kiss...
However, reality was at hand and she had a job to do. She quickly removed the simple, strapless white dress she was wearing and folded it neatly before setting it aside. She wore nothing beneath it. Tattia grabbed a pair of towels from her dresser and opened the door to the bath.
Inside was dimly lit by candles, enchanted with magic to keep them from going out from the damp air that usually filled the room. The walls and floor were made of red stone. Across from the door was the bath, built into the ground and large enough to fit at least four people comfortably. Her warrior sat with her back to the door. Her long red hair fell around her shoulders, allowing Tattia to see her muscles and scars of her back.
"I hope you haven't been waiting long," Tattia said softly as she entered the room, closing the door behind her.
The warrior didn't answer, they were usually quiet. Tattia thought it was cute that such a large and powerful warrior was so shy. But Tattia also didn't mind the silence. Though she wished she could get her warrior's name. Normally she didn't care, but with her favorite regulars, she wanted to at least have that courtesy. But it had never been given to her.
Tattia stepped up behind her warrior, kneeling behind her and setting the towels down. "It's been so long since I've seen you last," she said softly, running her fingers over her warrior's back. She gently rubbed and caressed her muscles, tracing fingertips over her scars. This body had seen so many battles, Tattia had no doubt each mark had a story.
She felt the muscles of her warrior relax as Tattia's hands worked over her skin. They moved up to her warrior's shoulders, her neck muscles until she ran her fingers through her hair.
"Your hair is always so messy," she teased softly. "I swear half the reason you come to me is to have me take care of you... not that I mind, of course." She grabbed a cup that sat beside the bath and scooped water into it, pouring it over her warrior's head, letting the water wash through her hair.
It was only then did Tattia see her warrior's face for the night. She was a handsome woman with strong features. She wore an eyepatch over one eye, the other was a brilliant green. There was also a deep scar that ran across her face, no doubt the wound that took the eye.
Tattia returned to her task, lathering her hands with soap and running it through her warrior's crimson hair. She was careful to try and get the knots out where she could until finally she could run her fingers through her warrior's hair without resistance.
"Much better," she said as she rinsed out the hair, she set the cup down and leaned forward, she wrapped her arms around her warrior's torso, her soft breasts pressing against her warrior's back. Tattia's hands gently on her warrior's rougher skin. Her fingers felt the tight mounts of muscle and rough scars. There were more here on the front than on her back.
"Mm, do I feel new ones?" She asked softly into her warrior's ear, as her fingers traced the shape of a scar she didn't remember feeling the last time she was here.
"Dorax horn," her warrior muttered, causing Tattia to smile. That usually got her to open up, getting her to speak of her past battles. She felt her warrior's hand slide over hers. It was larger than hers and she felt the strength behind it as it tried to hold her hand gently. "If it weren't for my armor, it might have taken my life."
"Mm, well I'm certainly glad you survived," Tattia said, using her other hand to pull her warrior's hair out of the way before leaving gentle kisses along her neck. "I don't know what I'd do if you were to die. I'd miss you terribly." Normally this is something she'd say to all her clients, especially regulars. But when Tattia said it to her warrior, it felt a little more true.
