[ From a land west of Gilgamesh's kingdom came refugees who lost their home to invaders. With nowhere to go, they head east and hope that their new neighbors are willing enough to give them refuge. Veylin and her brother were among those been displaced by the war in the west, making their way to Babylon and making a living as performers with him as the musician and Veylin as the dancer. It wasn't long before the news of her captivating dances reached the king's attention and the next thing she knew, Veylin now belongs to him.
Some time had passed, and Veylin now performs for the king and his court without her brother by her side. Nobody was to touch her, let alone harm her, for she was the king's servant - a woman in his harem. And tonight was her turn to be with Gilgamesh in his royal bedchamber. With dancer's clothes under a thin coat that left little to the imagination, Veylin calms herself as she enters, introducing herself with a low tone of voice as she speaks through the veil over her lips ]
My king.
[ She gives a small bow before taking the first step across the threshold of his bedchamber as if it's a sacred place ]
I am here now to join you this night. Please just say the word of your desires, and this humble servant shall fulfill them.
[ the personality of this newest addition to the harem, Veylin, remains to be explored.
thus far, it would seem that she is buoyant and eager to please. as she enters the room, Gilgamesh surveys the woman with an appraising gaze, evaluating her dancer's costume and the veil that translucently covers her mouth.
judging by her posture and the way she carries herself, she is inexperienced in the ways of love. a virgin, perhaps? the King of Heroes thinks it likely that she is. he sits up, taking a long swig of the deep red wine which rests on the stand near him.
this woman does not have golden hair, nor is her appearance conventionally Sumerian. after all, she comes from another land. the curves of her body are striking. she does not have the physique of an entirely petite woman. rather, she is voluptuous, but still with the innocent aura of a young girl. ]
It is good that you are well-prepared and well-met.
[ these words are spoken with all due sincerity.
he glances up and down at her. ]
Very well. Come a little closer.
[ he gestures, obviously not one to be modest in the face of such an offer. ]
Before anything else, I desire to know you better.
[ the words are cool, lacking in intimacy, even matter-of-fact. selfish as he may be, Gilgamesh is not exactly volunteering to know Veylin's own desires -- not just yet, at least. it may well arrive at that point yet, but for now... in order to know how best to use this woman and partake of her services, he must know something more of her raw nature and how it best meshes with his own wants. there is, at first, an exploratory angle. ]
[ Perhaps it was her attire that made her feel so much intensity from his observant gaze, or perhaps it was just his magnanimous presence. That kingly aura that put him above everyone else. Veylin fidgets with her own hands, complying to her king's orders with some anxious hesitation. She didn't know where he wanted her exactly, so she continued to step forward and working up the courage to meet his eyes, just to tell where she should be standing.
If the king himself gave her such a permission to stand closer so he can get to know her better, it should be alright she thought, to stand within the personal space of divinity. That's what his people see him as, at least. She sheds her cloak, letting them pool around her ankles just as she takes a step on the platform, further revealing more of her full figure for his eyes to behold. The alluring sway of her wide hips further emphasizes her charm, lending credence to the gossip about how many men are willing to catch a glimpse of Veylin whenever she is around, all accented by her golden accessories on the outfit requested of her to wear.
She stops just a step away from Gilgamesh, careful for her not to loom over him with her shadow. ]
What is about me that you desire to know about, your majesty?
[ Gilgamesh contemplates. what would be the best starting point for this encounter? ]
Firstly, I shall ask... do you have some experience in matters of love?
You may be honest.
[ it is important to at least gain some idea of what she does know, and, perhaps equally importantly, what she does not know. this will determine the level of guidance she will require in such an encounter.
as a dancer, she does have a sensual aura, and it is true that many men in Sumeria gaze longingly upon her. yet whether tutelage in matters of the bedroom is required -- or how much shall be required -- that remains to be seen. ]
[ Veylin looks down and fiddled with her fingers, shy in admitting about her purity and also being so bold and honest about something so private to her king. Even if he asked her that question himself and he gave her permission. ]
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[2] scale of one to ten how loathsome is it to save my chocolate easter bunny to use for a topping on my edibles
[3] I’m not sure she knows my name. She introduced me as “the fuck toy”
[4] Of course he’s picking me up at the airport. I taught him the Lotus position last time we had sex.
[5] There’s a child, alone, sitting on a picnic table out there, making bird noises
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Indeed, I am a being of numerous and exceptional talents.
[ wink wonk. ]
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LOLASLJKAS
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Some time had passed, and Veylin now performs for the king and his court without her brother by her side. Nobody was to touch her, let alone harm her, for she was the king's servant - a woman in his harem. And tonight was her turn to be with Gilgamesh in his royal bedchamber. With dancer's clothes under a thin coat that left little to the imagination, Veylin calms herself as she enters, introducing herself with a low tone of voice as she speaks through the veil over her lips ]
My king.
[ She gives a small bow before taking the first step across the threshold of his bedchamber as if it's a sacred place ]
I am here now to join you this night. Please just say the word of your desires, and this humble servant shall fulfill them.
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thus far, it would seem that she is buoyant and eager to please. as she enters the room, Gilgamesh surveys the woman with an appraising gaze, evaluating her dancer's costume and the veil that translucently covers her mouth.
judging by her posture and the way she carries herself, she is inexperienced in the ways of love. a virgin, perhaps? the King of Heroes thinks it likely that she is. he sits up, taking a long swig of the deep red wine which rests on the stand near him.
this woman does not have golden hair, nor is her appearance conventionally Sumerian. after all, she comes from another land. the curves of her body are striking. she does not have the physique of an entirely petite woman. rather, she is voluptuous, but still with the innocent aura of a young girl. ]
It is good that you are well-prepared and well-met.
[ these words are spoken with all due sincerity.
he glances up and down at her. ]
Very well. Come a little closer.
[ he gestures, obviously not one to be modest in the face of such an offer. ]
Before anything else, I desire to know you better.
[ the words are cool, lacking in intimacy, even matter-of-fact. selfish as he may be, Gilgamesh is not exactly volunteering to know Veylin's own desires -- not just yet, at least. it may well arrive at that point yet, but for now... in order to know how best to use this woman and partake of her services, he must know something more of her raw nature and how it best meshes with his own wants. there is, at first, an exploratory angle. ]
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[ wink wonk, CALLED OUT. ]
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[Because...he knows...]
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[ WINK WONK INTENSIFIES... ]
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If the king himself gave her such a permission to stand closer so he can get to know her better, it should be alright she thought, to stand within the personal space of divinity. That's what his people see him as, at least. She sheds her cloak, letting them pool around her ankles just as she takes a step on the platform, further revealing more of her full figure for his eyes to behold. The alluring sway of her wide hips further emphasizes her charm, lending credence to the gossip about how many men are willing to catch a glimpse of Veylin whenever she is around, all accented by her golden accessories on the outfit requested of her to wear.
She stops just a step away from Gilgamesh, careful for her not to loom over him with her shadow. ]
What is about me that you desire to know about, your majesty?
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[ Gilgamesh contemplates. what would be the best starting point for this encounter? ]
Firstly, I shall ask... do you have some experience in matters of love?
You may be honest.
[ it is important to at least gain some idea of what she does know, and, perhaps equally importantly, what she does not know. this will determine the level of guidance she will require in such an encounter.
as a dancer, she does have a sensual aura, and it is true that many men in Sumeria gaze longingly upon her. yet whether tutelage in matters of the bedroom is required -- or how much shall be required -- that remains to be seen. ]
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[ Veylin looks down and fiddled with her fingers, shy in admitting about her purity and also being so bold and honest about something so private to her king. Even if he asked her that question himself and he gave her permission. ]
Your priests have chosen me for that same reason.
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W-well! You said you needed energy!
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