I run a D&D game and we had a "fade to black" moment. Myself and the player of Phira collaborated to write what happened behind the closed doors.
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Phira waved a hand and turned invisible, leaving her party members in the Library and walking out into the brisk evening air. As she walked along the darkened streets she thought about another place that was warm, entertaining, and had plenty of wine. A destination became clear and she altered her course and began walking towards A Touch of Magic.
The walk was long but Phira was focused on the turmoil in her own heart after hearing Minharath's news. Why did everyone ditch out after a few weeks...was it her...did she cause this reaction in people? Joanna went off to study magic, Elaine got weird and walked out...not much of a loss there though, and now Minharath was going off to be with his boyfriend in some stupid romantic and useless gesture. Ristel had betrayed her...was that on her as well?
Thankfully these thoughts were cut short when she saw the door to the brothel, the promise of wine and inane chatter had her walking quickly to the door. When she opened it the familiar scents of spices, perfumes, and something else surrounded her. She walked directly towards the bar and took a seat on one of the bar stools.
"Well well, if it isn't my favorite Drow," Asrah was in their human form, an olive skinned masculine body with short jet black hair and brilliant green eyes, "you look like you need something to drink." Phira just nodded, too weary to actually speak for a few moments, but the wine would help that. She dropped 5 gold onto the counter which Asrah scooped up before placing a bottle and two glasses in front of her.
"Why two?" Was all Phira mumbled before beginning to pour herself a glass.
"Because I believe it's ever so dull to drink alone," Asrah replied before pouring themselves a glass as well.
"Didn't I pay for the whole bottle?" Phira moved her shoulder length white hair out of the way as she drained the first glass in one go.
"Yes you did, which is why it's so generous of you to share," Asrah smiled as they too drained their entire goblet in a single swig.
"Impressive," Phira said as she poured herself another mostly full glass.
"Lacking a gag reflex is quite a useful talent in my line of work," Asrah chuckled as they took the bottle from Phira and filled half their glass, "plus you look like you need a distraction."
"Like you have no idea," Phira let out a sigh, "just one thing after another this day...week...month...however long I've been up here."
"Well, as you know I am quite accomplished in providing distractions," Asrah's eyes met Phira's over their wine glasses, the green shifted into a red and their skin darkened into a dark grey with purple undertones as their form changed into that of a male Drow. It might've been the wine or maybe the desire to be around someone familiar...well familiar-ish at least.
"How much for the full distraction?" Phira asked, breaking the eye contact by taking another long sip of the wine.
"For you my dear," Asrah's voice had altered as well to have a different dialect, closer to the other Drow Phira had known in the Underdark, "it'll be five hundred gold...though since you so graciously shared the wine we can all it four ninety five."
"Wow...that's a lot," Phira said, slightly taken aback by the high price for an evening of distractions.
"I'm the very best, plus I have other skills that'll make it worth every copper," Asrah had put the wine glass down and was walking around the counter to stand by her side. Phira stiffened as they gracefully moved closer and closer until they were within arms reach. Asrah held out a hand, offering it to her. When Phira reached out and took the offered hand she was pulled up out of her seat in a smooth motion and found herself pressed against Asrah, their surprisingly strong physique becoming obvious.
"Alright..." Phira whispered slightly breathless as she stared up into those red eyes, she disengaged from the bartender and fished out the money, placing it on the table.
"Ahmeto!" Asrah called behind them, never taking their eyes off Phira. A slender Aasimar entered the room, tanned skin glowing ever so slightly. He was wearing nothing but a set of black silk harem pants with some golden bracelets and an opal studded necklace, putting his toned body on display for everyone in the room...which was just Phira and Asrah at the moment. his large rainbow eyes, bright smile, and mussed blond hair all conveying a sense of innocence that Phira knew was a playful facade.
"Yes boss?" the younger man asked, he looked over towards Phira and his smile grew wider, "hi again Phira! Are you here to partake in more than just wine this time?" Phira actually blushed at the question, but nodded nonetheless.
"I need you and Xeran to watch the bar while I entertain our esteemed guest," again Asrah didn't look away from Phira and their eyes had no hint of teasing or humor in them, only desire and kindness. Phira was taken aback by their sincerity, and the blush got just a little more intense.
"Ugh, why does Xeran need to help?" Ahmeto practically pouted, but it was endearing coming from him for some reason, "You know I can handle myself."
"Yes, I do," Asrah sighed, finally looking over at the young escort, "but Xeran knows to keep any violent individuals alive for the Witchguard whereas you tend to be more...enthusiastic about permanently disposing of the threat."
"That was two...ok three times," Ahmeto shrank down a little as he was lightly scolded, but then he straightened back up and shrugged noncommittally, "but if someone tries to kill me or my friends, I kill them first."
"That's a good policy," Phira said, nodding in agreement.
"See," Ahemto gestured towards Phira, "she gets it!"
"I'll send Xeran down," Asrah rolled their eyes before taking Phira's hand again and leading her to a large doorway with thin silk curtains hanging over it. Phira glanced back and saw Ahmeto giving her a friendly wave goodbye as he hopped up to sit on the front of the counter. With that she was gently led through the curtains and deeper into the establishment.