The Violet Parlor and Tattoo Emperium

[Mystic]

A fairly simple shop stood on a street corner, drawing attention with a small sign that read

The Violet Parlor and Tattoo Emporium

The door had a small chime attached, set to go off if it opened. Should that happen, a small, sharp sound pierced the air. The interior of the shop had pale violet walls, with a darker shade to line the chairs and the small couch. A tiny desk stood near the front wall by the window, draped over with a purple tablecloth to make it blend in. It smelled of sweet incense, calming anyone who inhaled it. The tables were covered in various inks, both for tattooing and body painting. Some earrings and rings for other bodily locations were lined up behind display shelves, each of them more enticing then the last. A small sign reading 'Custom designs can be negotiated' sat tucked into the corner. In a bowl off to the side sat multiple packages of incense, each of a different color, smell, and use. Some had ‘calming’ on the tag, others ‘invigorating’ and countless others buried one on top of the other.

A small, tattered, violet book sat looking lost on the table. It was open to a page of prices, the list written in a beautiful flowing script:

Ear rings (in pairs):
...Studs: 50 crowns
...Dangling: 70 crowns
...Orbital: 60 crowns
......Adding gems raises the price

Tattoos:
...1-4cm in diameter: 100 crowns
...5cm-10cm in diameter: 250 crowns
...11cm-20cm in diameter: 300 crowns
...Larger: Negotiable
......First Color: Free
......Additional Colors: 100 crowns each

Inscense:
...1 Stick (Lasts 1 hour): 5 crowns

Body Paints:
... 1 Pint Jar (any color but Purple): 15 crowns
... 1 Pint Jar, Purple: 20 crowns

Finally someone replied to the chime; a small Elven female walked into the common room. Her silver hair hung long, almost hanging over her brilliant violet eyes. Her skin seemed to be dusted over with a coal-like powder, but, upon a better inspection, it seemed to be her natural coloring, most likely a mix of Wood Elf and Vysstichi Moriquendi blood. Her small form, barely four and a half feet in height, stood almost regally as she entered. A white blouse covered all of her torso except for her arms. It looked like she had sleeves on the blouse, but once she laid her arms on the small table it was obvious that her arms were actually covered in various tattoos! Her long pointed ears had three different rings on each, some dangling, long like a wind chime, others simple studs. She smiled a practiced, respectful smile and spoke in a little voice:

"Serale traveler, I am Khloeh (OOC: Pronounced: Cloe). What can I do for you? The symbol of your deity etched into your skin? Or perhaps some war paint to help you camouflage during a hunt? Mayhap you'll wish to have a new piercing, to catch the eye of a prospective lover?" She arched her eyebrow playfully at her last comment before she went on. "Whatever your fancy I'm sure I can help you, and most prices are negotiable..." She bowed just slightly, with a coy smile on her face, as she waited for an answer.

Created by Tempest

[Zoran Khanirh]

1st Solaria of Immanis, Spring of Era XI In the Age of the Darkening

As the relatively young half-breed walked the mercantile street of New coldmoon he noticed The Violet Parlor and Tattoo Emporium standing unobtrusively on a street corner. Body art fascinated him. When he was a boy he had toyed with the idea of getting tattoo's and piercings but had never taken those thoughts seriously. He could see no reason why he should not indulge his fancies now that he was a young man set out on his own. Besides, it was an...arguably tasteful way to lighten his load of crowns.

Pushing the door open he was greeted by a small yet sharp sound which irritated his ears, the curse of a Half-Elf. Upon immediate observation the interior of the building seemed...welcoming, although the decor was not particularly in alignment with the Nimâlnis personal taste it was not in any way offensive either. The one thing that he did enjoy about the building was the wonderful aroma and sensation generated by the incense. Perhaps he would buy a few of the wonderful candles, they could be useful for meditative thought or more simply for sleeping if he should ever be cursed with restlessness.

As the naive young man looked over the list of services available and their prices he became quite enamored with the idea of having dangling earrings, they incited memories of a few traveling adventurers who had passed through his village when he was a boy, how they had fascinated him.

A small Elven female answered his arrival. Her silver hair hung long, almost hanging over her brilliant violet eyes. Her skin seemed to be dusted over with a coal-like powder but it soon became apparent that it was her natural colouring. She had a small form, barely four and a half feet in height. A beautiful white blouse covered all of her torso except for her arms which, amazingly to the Nimâlni were covered in various tattoos. Her long pointed ears each had various rings in them, only further adding to his fascination with her. She smiled and Zoran was immediately captured by her beauty and from her lips came what he thought to be the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, "Serale traveler, I am Khloeh. What can I do for you? The symbol of your deity etched into your skin? Or perhaps some war paint to help you camouflage during a hunt? Mayhap you'll wish to have a new piercing, to catch the eye of a prospective lover?" She arched her eyebrow playfully, making the young man flush, "Whatever your fancy i'm sure I can help you, and most prices are negotiable..." She bowed just slightly, with a coy smile on her face.

The inexperienced and largely sheltered Half-Elf was certain that this picturesque woman in front of him was by far the most beautiful female specimen he had ever seen in his entire 80 patterns of life. He was totaly enchanted by the Elf maiden and for several moments did not speak, he simply gazed into her eyes like a love-struck puppy. After a long period of silence he snapped out of his daze and desperately tried to search for the poetic words to tell this woman standing before him of her quintessence but his mind and his courage failed him. Swallowing and casting his eyes down to the counter where he fidgeted with his hands he returned his mind back to the piercing. Slowly he stammered out the words, "I...I...would like an ear piercing. One of the...umm," quickly Zoran checked the list of various earrings, "dangling earrings, just one for my left ear. I was thinking perhaps...a...a...umm...chain from the inner cartilage down to the....ear...ear lobe then a crescent moon dangling from there. All gold. What...what do you think?" as he had talked he indicated the places upon which his ear would be pierced. Quite bashfully he looked back up at Khloeh.

Rather coyly she stuck the tip of her tongue out the side of her mouth and responded in a sweet voice, "That's a wonderful idea adventurer. I think it would make you look quite handsome indeed" Softly she stroked his left ear, causing a rush of ecstacy to echo throughout his body. He closed his eyes and revelled in the sensuality of the experience. Suddenly he was invaded by a feeling of fear and excitement all at once as the beautiful Elven woman took his hands up in hers and started to lead him away from the counter into a back room, "This way handsome stranger, lets get to work piercing that ear of yours." Carefully she guided him towards a small table and got him to lay down on it, all the while he had kept his eyes closed. Her lilting voice floated into his ears, "Just relax, I'll be back in a moment and just a few seconds after that you'll have your earring."

Unwillingly he let her hands slip away as his mind faded into a realm of fantasies which were all too soon invaded by sudden, sharp pain. His eyes shot open to see his fair maiden standing over him with a concentrated look on her face. Cold metal touched his ears creating an odd sensation when combined with the small droplets of warm blood which trickled onto the table. Gently she dabbed at the blood with a small piece of cloth before leaning over and gently kissing his ear, causing him to involuntarily become aroused. Upon seeing the smirk on Khloehs face and the arch of her eyebrow he immediately realized that she knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he felt an immense physical attraction to her. Once again she caused his face to blush.

Hurriedly he stood up and tried to cover his awakened manhood as he did his best to divert her attention, "So how much will that cost?" He could only hope that he hadn't made a horrible impression, in some way making her think that he was some sort of hedonist. He grabbed for his pouch of crowns at the side of his belt and began to place coins on the table.

With a grin on her face she said, "That...or that" Immediately Zorans already blushed face reddened even further resulting in a joyful laugh from the object of his desires. "One hundred-fifty gold crowns will do for the earring. Is there anything else you might want?" Khloeh flashed him a playful smile.

Attending to counting out all the coins the young man did his best to ignore the purposeful implications the woman had made. When all 150 crowns were on the table Zoran looked at Khloeh, "No thank-you, perhaps some other time." Hurriedly he pushed past her and rushed out of the shop followed by the sounds of her laughter. Never before in his life had he been so incredibly embarrassed.