Play@YSDC

After You see servants bringing food and drinks. You don't recognize the food: it's not meat (at least they are not cannibals!) but it tastes very well. The drinks are mostly perfumed wines, better than anything you ever drinked before. But you host sends away one of the servants with a plate full of a different drink and then explains:

- It had a wine with black lotus. It gives excelent dreams, but you would be sleeping in less than a minute, and you will missed all the fun.
After a while, a dance starts. And it seems quite boring. No naked girls (even if they don't have much cloths), with very delicate bodies, full of weird poses. On the other hand, several women are already near you, but they seem to be waiting for something.

Everyone make an insight roll (Oz, for you it's int+power).

Aelianus, Looks around his brow wrinkling,

Aelianus thinking:   Something odd is going on

He puts his hand down to his loincloth and checks the small blade under cover of scratching an itch.

Insight,skill 60% 48 http://orokos.com/roll/241826

Öz sits on one of the cushions and watches the tray of tranqs disappear.

Milosh is too distracted by the dancing women to notice much else.

OOC,Insight roll (52% skill): Failed: [url=http://darkandmoodyforums.com/cgi-bin/dm/YaBB.pl?action=logrolldisplay]rolled 66[/url]

Aelianus, nudges Milosh and with little sign tries to draw his attention to the barbarian female, "See that one, the barbarian girl with the tanned skin?" he uses his eyes to indicate the girl, his voice a low, hissing whisper masked by the beat of the music, "She is trying to draw attention, and I don't think its out of lust"

As he whispers he continues to look around, "Something is wrong here, I don't like it one bit. Warn Oz he may need a weapon other than the one the females seem interested in"

Turning his gaze back to the girl he tries to make sense of her signals.

Milosh leans over and whispers to Öz: "It looks like the tan barbarian girl is signaling. Something may be about to happen. Be prepared to grab a weapon." He looks around to see if there are any loose spears or swords that can be grabbed in an emergency. Failing that, he still has his shield and can always bash an enemy with it,

Öz squeezes the base of the chalice he holds and takes a last swig. "This will do just fine." He flexes the hand and salutes the dancing girls, swirling around. Faking a stagger to get some distance from his friends. In preparation he plans to bring down the chalice with brutal force at any threat coming their way.

One of the girls stops the dance and joins the group, sitting in Oz lap. The other women gets furious with the luck of the dancing girl...
Nub and his men are getting drunk, but so most of the locals, and the women are starting to loose their modesty with the drink. Two start to touch Milosh muscles...
The servant girl makes a gesture to Aelianus to come to her (she is in a corner)

Aelianus, touches Milosh's arm to get his attention then rises to his feet before taking unsteady steps towards the waiting servant girl. Using all his efforts to appear as though he has taken too much wine.

Reaching her he stumbles to a seated position opposite, "Now girl" he whispers, "What is it you want me to know?"

Aelianus: go to the "The Korajan servant" thread

Milosh laughs heartily, flexing his muscles for the girls. While he appears to be simply enjoying himself, he still remains alert to his surroundings.

Sensing the trouble the other friends have shown, Öz drops his chalice and embraces the girl that gives him the dance of wolves and braces her entirely in a bear hug, keeping her from wriggling away. He whispers in her ear. "Still, creature. Still." While keeping the girl in a vice, Öz gets up using her as a shield, close to the chest and dance away from the center of the room to a corner. He buries his face in her neck, biting at the skin as if to almost penetrated the outer layer.

To the onlookers it might look like a barbarian dance. Or maybe not.

Oz:
The girl avoids a scream but then seems to resign herself: she is probably thinking that the barbarians outside the city have a strange behaviour.


Milosh:
The two girls start kissing you and undress their cloths: you see they have very fragile and delicate bodies, with their yellow skin. One of them try to put you in top of her, no doubt of what she pretends...
What you see in your surrounding is easy: the party is transforming in a huge orgy, withe everyone joining in pairs, triple and sometime more; you get amazed with the kind of combination they can make. This is indeed a decadent people, only isolation have kept them safe.

Öz glares at the writhing and slithering, lustful bodies. "Girl, stay close..." He mimics a predator dragging its prey to a secluded place. If anyone gets close he will roar as a sabre toothed tiger. Way back in a corner, Öz strips the last of the cloth from the dancing girl. Then he turns her over on all fours and gets behind her, having his back sbsolutely free and with a good field of view over the snake-pit.

"You are both lovely ladies," says Milosh, enjoying the attention but trying not to be distracted, "but you have presented me with something of a dilemma! For how can I possibly choose between you?" He is certain they will point out the threesomes forming nearby, showing that there is no need to choose.

Milosh:
-That is not a problem, says one of them, you can take one each time.
After you finish one, the other gives you a drink and says:
-Drink it. It will restore your strentgh.

Oz:
You take your time. Everybody seems in a frenzy. But then you notice something strange: the men after finishing, take a drink and return to lovemaking completly fresh.

Öz' stomach grumbles and his throat is coarse from lack of wine. "This seems too good to be true."
"But this seems fairly innocent..." , he challenges himself and enters the rift of joy to the rhythm of the drums. All the while vigilant and eyes wide open. He ushers the girl up on her knees and whispers from behind, "Your name, girl. Öz must know."

The girl seem to get some dificult to concentrate in what your saying, but after a while she says:
-Tuyet

Milosh holds the drink in both hands and smells it, trying to hide his suspicions. "I think you'll find my strength is not lacking even now," he says, looking into the cup. "I've never seen a drink like this before. What do you call it?"

Milosh
-It's a drink that makes a person recover of being exausted or hurt, and it's called in your language "wine of life"- says the girl.