forum "This was NOT how I thought this day was going to go." (Closed)

Started December 26, 2022 by @emilyevewrites group

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(Well, with Malcolm, that's the first I've ever written Farah really expressing her anger, so… XD)

Farah inhaled sharply as his grip on her arm tightened, but she realized why he'd done it. Magical memories had… sort of an effect on people the first time they experienced one. It took a while to get used to it.

She was very confused by his words that seemingly came out of nowhere. Then she realized that he was talking about Andreas. Her eyes widened, and she lifted up a hand to cover her mouth. "Oh my gods," she whispered. "Y-You don't have to do that. Really." She shook her head, dull surprise on her expression. "No, I'm… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have shown you the memory. Please… don't."

As angry as she'd been with Andreas that day, she hadn't retaliated. Saul had urged her to. Even Ben had told her what Andreas had done wasn't right. But Farah had done nothing. She preferred to keep it that way.

(Lol, yeah. And, I’ve actually only written Ōn’nyosh expressing his anger once, but that was more lashing out after being rejected, not true anger, lol)

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Ōn’nyosh rose an eyebrow at her first words. Then, he paused in massaging his temples to pay attention to her as she continued. His eyes narrowed incredulously.

“Farah, I’m a fucking insult-throwing jester. I exaggerate a fuck ton. Besides, my shit talking keeps me from going on a homicidal rampage some days, like this one. But, don’t you fucking regret showing me that memory. Because, even though I really want to fucking stab that fuck in the throat, I know you plan on taking him out of Narsenshard. I’m not that fucking stupid to blindly lash out at people. I may not be able to hold my tongue for shit, but I don’t fucking hurt or kill without ample reason in that moment. But, I am telling you now, that I will hold to my promise. If he fucking touches you, he’s, at the very least, losing a hand,”Ōn’nyosh said, his tone turning deadly serious as he spoke.

He then moved away a few feet to momentarily pace. As he walked, he took his hat off, changing it into a comb and stashing it. Then, he grabbed his wine flask and took a big gulp from it. He continued to pace for a bit, taking deep breaths and thinking of happier things in an attempt to calm his anger. As he did so, he finally realized something and froze. He then turned back to Farah.

“You never mentioned you were a telepath. I’m curious, why? Or, were you deliberately avoiding any mention of it because of my perverted nature?”Ōn’nyosh asked, seeming quite eager to focus on something different than the rage-inducing Andreas.

Farah listened to his words with wide eyes. No one had ever been so viciously defensive over her before. Well, that wasn't exactly true. There had been Saul. But things had ended between them. It hurt Farah, but she was sure of it. There was no conceivable way Saul would want to still be with her after the way she'd ended things. Another heartbreak that had been nothing but her fault. If her former partner never wanted her to come back from Narsenshard, Farah would understand.

She dipped her head slightly, feeling the mixed emotions swirling inside of him and appreciating the distraction. "Among other reasons, yes. And, truthfully, I didn't want you to know how powerful I am. Compared to all you saw me visibly perform, my abilities regarding the mind, emotions, memories, and empathy are far greater than my learned abilities of other fairy magics."

Ōn’nyosh blinked at her answer, both surprised and incredulous. He then snickered at the thought of how powerful her mind was. He wondered what all she could do, what naughty things she could do.

“Well… it’s probably a good thing you’re avoiding my head. But, you literally told me you were the most powerful fairy in your world a few minutes ago, and you’re still trying to hide it? Fuck, Farah, you must be really fucking paranoid to be concerned about that around me. I’ve met a funky-ass fucking god. I know an asshole reptile demigod. I’m friends with a big-ass fucking dragon, dozens of vampires, a six thousand year old lich… who also happens to be madly in love with me for some fucking reason… So, really? You think I give two fucks how powerful you are, Farah? I’m more interested in your telepathy than your power, and that’s just because I’m a fucking perverted whore that really wants to… ahem… anyway… Otherwise, you are a just a really fascinating and really gorgeous woman,”Ōn’nyosh said.

Farah flushed at his snicker, sensing the general emotions behind his thoughts, then even more as he spoke. She caught the way his words caught at the end and then his perception of her.

"Most people have only wanted to become close with me because of my power," she stated quietly. "Andreas was one of those people, as was Rosalind. So forgive me for assuming you were the same. Someone looking beyond my power is… something I haven't experienced."

Then, the fairy narrowed her eyes slightly. She took a step toward him and looked up the few inches it took to meet his eyes. "You really want to what?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "Why are you so interested in my telepathy, Ōn'nyosh?"

Ōn’nyosh couldn’t help snickering some more at her blush. She was so modest. Damn, it was hard trying to be respectful of that. Modesty was not something Ōn’nyosh specialized in, at all.

His eyes softened at her words, though there was a breif flare of anger at the mention of Andreas. That Farah would be so mistreated bothered him immensely. No woman deserved that, whether they were a peasant, a queen, weak, or powerful.

“Well, I can assure you that I am most certainly not like them, especially Shit-Beard. One, I have a fuck ton of powerful friends, so I just don’t give a fuck. Two, I have always, always respected woman, and always will. I could go on for fucking hours, literally, about the beautiful qualities of a woman that no man will ever have. But, I think I’ll spare you that for now,”he replied with a gentle smile.

The moment her eyes narrowed and she stepped toward him, Ōn’nyosh took a step back, a playful grin abruptly appearing on his face. Though, he hesitated at her question, immediately clearing his throat. His cheeks started turning red, though it was unclear exactly why. He seemed to notice though, and cleared his throat again, laughing and looking away.

“Fuck… Just… ignore the colors. They’ll go back to normal in a few minutes. But, in regards to your question, are you really sure you want to know? I did mention I’m a perverted whore,”Ōn’nyosh asked.

Fuck, why did it have to be so hard to be modest?

Farah felt his flare of anger, and only for a moment, it made her wonder if he was angry with her for some godsforsaken reason. And then he began to speak. She offered a quiet laugh at his words and returned his smile with one of her own.

She let her surprise briefly flash across her face as he stepped back and grinned at her. But she immediately noticed his hesitation and his other mannerisms that signaled… embarrassment? He cleared his throat, adopted a sort-of blush, and refused to meet her eyes. Oh, this was very interesting.

In… certain circumstances… Farah wasn't always as modest as she seemed. Though it had been a long while since she'd indulged in her more seductive habits.

The fairy couldn't help the beginnings of a smirk that pulled at her lips. She maintained her gaze on him even when he wouldn't return it, and she tilted her head slightly to the side, feigning a bit of innocence. "Oh, I'm aware," she murmured silkily. "Though I won't lie; your denying to tell me is making me all the more curious. What are you thinking right now?"

Ōn’nyosh glanced at Farah, noticing her smirk. He tried hard to suppress a shiver, but it instead caused two red patches to appear on his neck. He felt them keenly, clearing his throat a couple more times. He then turned back to her fully.

“I see that fucking smirk! You fucking temptress, acting all innocent and shit. I fucking see what you’re doing,”he called out, pointing at her.

Her words, and her tone, made him pause, and it took a lot of willpower to keep from just outright begging her to do anything she wanted to do to him. He fidgeted, avoiding her gaze again. Unfortunately, his resistance faltered mere moments later.

“I fucking envy that you can… can somehow be so fucking modest with ease! How? How can you manage that? You… You’re fucking gorgeous! I love that you’re a telepath! And… well… it… Fuck! You’re a fucking telepath! Why are you asking what I’m thinking when you could be ravaging my fucking mind where we fucking stand?”Ōn’nyosh burst.

He then burst into a fit of helpless laughter, shaking his head at himself. A somewhat futile idea came to him a moment later.

“You want a drink? I know I do. We could go back to Stockist’s Bay. Or I could show you around the city a little more, eh?”he offered quickly.

Farah's eyes darted down to his neck as two more red patches appeared. Odd. Was that his way of blushing? Though as he called her out, she couldn't help but laugh. "Please. I'm not doing anything, Ōn'nyosh. I'm just asking a few questions. It's all in your mind."

Though as he burst out what he was thinking, she smirked again. "You envy my modesty?" she asked curiously. Then her eyes narrowed. "Is that what you want?" she asked, her voice almost a purr. "You want me in your mind? To… ravage your mental state until you can't so much as think about anything but me?"

Her gaze remained fixed on him as he laughed and shook his head. She noted several of his tells before taking a step back and nodding. "A drink sounds lovely. I'll take a rain check on our swordfight." Her eyes glowed with her magic, and without looking, she made the two swords she'd drawn fly back through the air and settle themselves on the sword rack once more. She inclined her head back in the direction they'd come from. "Shall we be off, then?"

Ōn’nyosh paused a moment at her laugh and words, a bit startled by her reaction. Well… that tactic had utterly failed. But, he knew better than to believe her words. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Shit. I call bullshit on that, by the way. You’re doing something. And, you know that as much as I do,”he said.

“Yes, I envy you and that evil fucking smirk,”Ōn’nyosh commented with a snort.

Though, when she adopted the purring tone, he was flustered again instantly.

“Or, until I can’t even fucking think, but that’s your call,”he replied immediately. He then realized that he’d just said that.

“Fuck!”

He paused at her words, then watched her magic with just his eyes. She was doing it effortlessly, a testament to her power. By the idiot gods, he could think of so many things she could do to him.

Her words startled him out of his thoughts and he chuckled, then nodded. He then made his way to the horses, since he’d already put his swords up, and climbed onto his horse. He kept glancing over and watching Farah, but he couldn’t bring himself to meet her gaze. It was too tempting, and he didn’t know how to act. Besides, the red patches were taking their sweet ass time to fade.

Farah bit her lip and gazed up the few inches it took to reach his eyes. Ōn'nyosh was right; the fairy was incredibly aware of every little movement she made down to the twitching of her pinkie finger. It all carried weight in whichever direction she so chose it to. But she didn't need him to know that. Oh, it was so amusing how he thought she was modest. Well, most people did. Few ever got to see her… seductive nature. Farah Dowling was a woman who kept her cards close to her chest until the time was necessary to show her hand.

She arched an eyebrow, amused, at his comments. "I have no idea what evil smirk you're referring to nor what you could possibly envy about such an expression." Farah paused and leaned slightly closer to him as she lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. "And are you sure that's a choice you want to place in my hands?"

However, once she was done setting the swords back in their proper place, her eyes remained silver-blue. With an evil fucking smirk on her lips, she projected a memory into Ōn'nyosh's mind. It was incredibly brief, though incredibly hard to miss.

The fairy's lips were parted. Another's mouth was on her neck, sucking at her sweet skin. Her hair was let down completely from its updo, and a pair of fingers were laced through it tightly near the base of her hairline. She moaned and tossed her head back while her partner tugged on her hair. Immediately, she was rendered breathless, gasping for air and moaning again. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, and her eyes were closed in sheer ecstasy. A thin layer of sweat was visible on her forehead as the male she was with untangled his fingers from her hair and slid his hands all the way down her bare body to grip her waist. She was panting as he guided her down onto-

Farah drew the memory away quickly, her eyes turning back to their natural brown. She reached up to stroke her fingers through her mare's mane before mounting and sneaking a glance over at Ōn'nyosh to catch his reaction. "Now about that drink," she cooed sweetly.

Ōn’nyosh narrowed his eyes at her words.

“Oh, you’re a sly one,”he commented.

He watched curiously when she leaned forward, then almost shivered at her whisper. Oh, she really was a sly one. A fucking fox is what she was!

He leaned forward as well, his eyes boring into hers.

“Is that really a question you need to ask me?”

He immediately saw her smirk, and knew something was coming, but he was caught completely off guard by the memory. A gasp escaped him and he finally shivered, red patches instantly forming on his temples.

At that, he quickly turned away, grabbing the comb out of his pocket and turning it back into his hat. He made sure to lean his hat toward her, so that his face was in a shadow every time she looked at him. Though, it wasn’t too hard to see that his cheek and neck spots had grown.

Mumbling ‘Not in public’ the entire walk, and while he was on his horse, Ōn’nyosh led the way out of the Training Yard. He barely caught her words, but he didn’t reply, feeling even more the need to move fast, else he would forgo his rule against undressing in public. He didn’t turn toward Stockist’s Bay, instead heading into the Residential District. It wasn’t as busy as the rest of the city, and it allowed Ōn’nyosh to practically race through the streets and back into the Trading District.

He headed toward a two-story building called Miknein’s Glory, which served as both a tavern and an inn. Ōn’nyosh tied his horse in front of the place, took a few deep breaths to calm himself down enough that the spots faded, then headed inside.

The place was a bit more fancy than Stockist’s Bay, and also not as packed. There was actually room to move around without possibly bumping into someone. Ōn’nyosh went straight to the bar. The bartender, an older man, chuckled at the sight.

“Hey, Traveler, your usual?”the man asked.

Ōn’nyosh grinned,”Indeed. A shot here and a bottle upstairs. And… whatever my lovely companion wants.”

Ōn’nyosh glanced behind himself, hoping he hadn’t moved too fast for Farah to keep up. It wasn’t often that he became so desperate in public that he was literally racing through the city. Farah, though, wasn’t the average woman. And, he was certain now that she had a darker, more seductive side that she kept chained up. Oh, he hoped he could unleash that beast, and soon.

Farah tilted her head subtly to the side. "Am I?" she murmured. Then her expression softened at his question. She studied him intently with her gaze. "I suppose not."

His gasp and shiver told her that she'd done her job well. Foreplay was rarely her strong suit, but Ōn'nyosh was proving to be so damn desperate for her. Those red patches were a lovely little tell that the fairy planned to take advantage of whenever she could. It was amusing how he tried to hide it. Even if Farah couldn't see the spots – and she surely could – she could still feel the emotions swirling inside of him.

"What happened to 'going back to normal in a few minutes'?" she teased deviously before clicking her tongue against her teeth and urging her mare to follow his. She could hear him muttering something under his breath. Out of curiosity, she temporarily used her boosted hearing to catch the words. He was muttering "Not in public" over and over. She withdrew her magic with a satisfied smirk.

Though confusion flitted across her features as Ōn'nyosh rode past Stockist's Bay and continued faster through several other parts of Naskeni. However, she didn't question it and followed him at an ample speed to keep up with his pace. Her eyes read the sign as she slipped off of her mare and tied it up beside Ōn'nyosh's steed. She then spared a glance back at Ōn'nyosh and noticed him taking deep breaths while the redness of his skin faded. Interesting…

Farah deferred to his lead inside and followed him through the tavern. She enjoyed this one much better already. There was a more refined element to it – or as refined as one could get for a bar – and fewer people. Anywhere where there were fewer people was a place Farah wanted to be. Her path was only a step behind Ōn'nyosh's.

It didn't surprise her in the slightest that the bartender was familiar with Ōn'nyosh. Though she arched an eyebrow at his request for a bottle upstairs. Oh, she'd definitely assumed there would be… something… happening between the two of them, especially with the jester's nature. But she didn't think it would be so soon. Perhaps that was her own fault for selecting the memory that she had.

When Ōn'nyosh glanced behind him, Farah wasn't there. She was already slipping onto the seat beside him and smiling politely at the bartender. "I'll have whatever he's having," she said simply. "Minus the bottle."

“Yes, you are,”Ōn’nyosh immediately replied with a chuckle.

When her expression softened, his became playful, as if teasing her for asking the question.

“Damn you,”he burst in reply to her tease, avoiding her gaze even more than he already was.

Ōn’nyosh, for a very breif moment, was worried when Farah wasn’t behind him. But, it quickly calmed when he saw her in the seat next to him. Her words to the bartender surprised him.

“Are you sure you want to dare that? I mostly drink whiskey, and the good shit too,”Ōn’nyosh commented.

The bartender also paused, eyeing the two for a moment. He then shrugged nonchalantly, turned away to pour Farah a shot, and handed it to her.

“If you don’t want the whiskey, just hand it to him. He’s paying for it anyway. He always pays for his companion’s drinks,”the bartender said.

“And, speaking of…”Ōn’nyosh remarked, reaching into a side pocket of his satchel and pulling out a platinum coin.

“How many damn Korbainals do you got, Ōn’nyosh?”the bartender burst, taking the offered coin.

“Enough,”Ōn’nyosh immediately replied with a mischievous grin.

“Enough to buy Haligarden off of your ass?”

Ōn’nyosh blinked at the man.

“I’ve known you for five years. You’re surprised that I know?”

“No comment then, Maelan. I know nothing of what you speak.”

“Uh-huh. I know better.”

Ōn’nyosh rolled his eyes, though he was actually quite amused. Maelan wasn’t the type to snitch on a friend, particularly one that was secretly rich, and a frequent customer.

Farah felt the changing in Ōn'nyosh's emotions as he went from feeling worried to calm to surprised. It amused her as his shock mixed with the bartender's subtle curiosity.

"Your concern is admirable, but I assure you that I can handle my liquor, thank you very much," she replied easily.

She took the shot in her grip and glanced from the bartender to Ōn'nyosh. "That doesn't surprise me," she murmured before looking down at the liquid. Farah kept her gaze down as the pair spoke of money and such topics, but she did wonder who or what Haligarden was.

Before she could question their discussion any longer, she lifted the glass to her lips and whipped her head back to swallow the alcohol. It burned her throat on the way down, but that was what she loved about it so much. She set the glass back down before glancing over at the jester with arched eyebrows and an amused smirk. "Well?"

“If you’re sure,”Ōn’nyosh replied with a playful grin.

Maelan chuckled at Farah’s comment. Ōn’nyosh snickered.

At Farah’s question, Ōn’nyosh turned and immediately noticed the empty glass. A grin appeared on his lips.

“Nice to know that I’ve finally found a woman that doesn’t mind actual whiskey. Though, now I’m curious if you’ll be able to keep up with me. It takes a while for me to get truly drunk,”Ōn’nyosh commented.

He then lifted his glass in a toast to Farah, before downing it in one gulp. The burn didn’t faze him at all. The moment he set down the glass, Maelan filled it. The bartender then turned to Farah, holding the whiskey bottle up in a silent offer for more in her glass.

Farah inclined her head toward him and arched an eyebrow. "Very." She hummed in return to Ōn'nyosh's comments as his eyes noted her empty glass, but she said nothing else.

A small smirk lifted the corner of her lips as he raised his glass to her before drinking its contents. She lifted her own hand to cover her mouth and wipe her expression back to neutral before Ōn'nyosh could notice.

Once the bartender turned to her, Farah heard Ōn'nyosh address him as Maelan, she slid her glass forward. "I'll be offended if you don't," she quipped lightly.

Ōn’nyosh chuckled at her reply.

He noticed her hand as he drank, but he wasn’t sure of the significance in the movement. Was she just wiping her face? Or was she hiding a smile? The latter was a very appealing thought. He still wasn’t sure though.

Maelan chuckled at her quip, dutifully pouring some more whiskey into her glass.

“You seem like you’ll get along just fine with Ōn’nyosh,”Maelan remarked in amusement.

“Particularly with that gorgeous mind of hers,”Ōn’nyosh immediately commented, looking over at Farah with a sly gaze.

Maelan seemed a bit confused, then shook his head.

“I don’t want to know,”he said.

Ōn’nyosh grinned mischievously at Maelan’s words, but his eyes never left Farah.

Farah shook her head with a wry smile at Maelan's words. But her eyes quickly widened at Ōn'nyosh's comment, along with the way he looked at her. The fairy quickly took her second shot of whiskey as a blush rose on her cheeks. The sound that was made as she set her glass back down on the counter was louder than she thought it would be.

"No, you don't," she remarked, feeling the jester's gaze remaining on her. It only made her cheeks glow brighter, and she didn't give him the satisfaction of looking back at him. "Better just pour another shot instead."

(Is it me, or did this post become really random, lol?)

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Ōn’nyosh’s grin grew at her reaction and he continued to watch her. He then snickered at her words.

Oh, I want to know. I want to know so much more.

He wasn’t sure if Farah would necessarily hear his thought, but it was aimed at her. Though, he was torn away from his intense staring by Maelan’s amused voice.

“Not many can keep you away from a glass of whiskey, Traveler.”

Ōn’nyosh blinked at Maelan. The bartender had just finished pouring Farah another shot of whiskey.

“There have been many others that have affected me like this,”Ōn’nyosh commented.

Maelan looked at Ōn’nyosh and snorted.

“Bullshit.”

Ōn’nyosh stared, then cleared his throat before straightening and looking directly at Maelan.

“I’ll have you know…”

“Don’t start with that line, Ōn’nyosh. I’ve seen plenty of the women you hang out with, and I really don’t want any stories. Just admit that you really like her, and we’ll keep it at that,”Maelan said.

Ōn’nyosh sighed with feigned indignation.

“Must I?”

“Yes. If you admit it, I won’t make any more comments on how much you like her,”Maelan answered with an amused grin.

“Oh, alright. Yes, yes, I really, really like her,”Ōn’nyosh said with another feigned sigh.

“Good. Now, drink your whiskey and go to your room,”Maelan said.

Ōn’nyosh stared in utter bewilderment for a moment, then burst into laughter. Maelan just shook his head, smiling.

(Lol 😂)

Farah heard Ōn'nyosh's snicker at her remark. After a second, she could feel broken words connecting together in her mind. It was an odd feeling, but it would occasionally happen if someone had a powerful thought about her. The fairy's magic would pick it up and allow her to hear it. And upon hearing Ōn'nyosh's, she tilted her head slightly away. When had she ever blushed this much before in her life? Never.

She reached for her next shot as her companion and Maelan exchanged conversation. With a quick whip of her head, the liquid in her glass was gone yet again. And her much-hated blush deepened at the pair's words about her. "You're speaking of me like I'm somewhere else," she muttered, tracing her finger around the rim of her glass slowly.

Her eyes lifted to look over at the cunning jester beside her. The alcohol was beginning to settle in, taking over her words with a silky effect. "And… I know it's not a contest, but if it was…"

Farah paused a moment to look from her glass, which was empty yet again, to his. It was still full, his second shot patiently waiting at his fingertips. She'd already downed three shots while Ōn'nyosh had been so distracted by her that he'd only taken one.

"I'd be winning," she purred, finishing her line of thought and casually reaching over to slip her hand onto his thigh.

On’nyosh’s grin widened when she turned away. She’d heard his thought. And, she was desperately trying to hide her blush. Her modesty had returned for the moment.

Maelan turned at her comment, then shot a quick glare at Ōn’nyosh.

“I apologize. Ōn’nyosh has yet to introduce you, so I don’t know your name,”Maelan said.

“I am under no obligation to introduce you to every woman I hang out with. Besides, you never asked,”Ōn’nyosh immediately retorted with a chuckle.

Maelan rolled his eyes,”Alright, smartass.”

Ōn’nyosh chuckled, then turned back to Farah when she started to speak. He could tell the whiskey was starting to kick in for her. Though, the moment she said ‘contest’, he immediately realized that she was indeed ahead of him. Fuck.

Her tone caught his attention, but he didn’t really react until she touched his thigh. Then, the intensity of his eyes increased considerably, and he noticeably rubbed his cheeks, as if trying to convince his scales to stay green. Despite his efforts, a faint red tinge appeared on his cheeks.

“I may have to catch up to you upstairs,”Ōn’nyosh said with a chuckle.

He quickly gulped down his glass of whiskey. Then, he reached down and squeezed her hand. He hesitated to move afterward.

The fairy rolled her eyes a bit at Ōn'nyosh's retort to Maelan's apology. "Farah," she supplied, casting a brief side-eye glance at the jester.

She casually nudged her glass towards Maelan again, silently urging him to fill it again. "Good luck with that," she remarked, watching the redness appear on his cheeks and the way he quickly took his second shot. Her hand on his thigh stayed where it was, stilled by his squeeze, but her fingertips began to move in small circles, just to keep the fairy… satisfied with her progress.

Farah's eyes flitted back to Maelan. "Does he really have a room here that's just his?" she asked, thoughtlessly digging her fingertips into Ōn'nyosh's hopefully sensitive inner thighs.

“Farah, nice to meet you. And, I’m, obviously, Maelan. Or, if you want my full name, Maelan Vi’sheen, owner of this grand tavern, and occasional bartender when I want to be. It’s also probably a good thing I’m here today, or Ōn’nyosh would’ve likely scared off the kid who’s usually here,”Maelan said with a polite nod.

“That guy can’t take a joke for shit, so that’s his problem,”Ōn’nyosh commented.

Maelan snorted and shook his head. He then refilled Farah’s glass when she nudged it. Afterward, he glanced at Ōn’nyosh, curious if he wanted a refill. Though, he was left wondering, because the jester had turned his head downward, hiding his face under the wide brim of his hat. Maelan shrugged.

Meanwhile, Ōn’nyosh’s cheeks had fully changed to red as Farah drew little circles on his thigh. He repeatedly licked his lips, trying to avoid making any sounds. Though, he quickly covered his lips with his fingers to block a gasp as her fingers dug into him. His neck and temples quickly turned red.

“Yes. Even though the rooms upstairs are paid daily, Ōn’nyosh pays for a year at a time. So, I make sure nobody messes with it when he’s not here, and when Ōn’nyosh is here, he has a room ready for him whenever he wants to stay,”Maelan explained with a nonchalant shrug.

He then glanced at Ōn’nyosh, an eyebrow raising.

“You alright there?”Maelan asked.

“Mhm.”

Maelan looked at Farah, then noticed the angle of her arm, realizing that Ōn’nyosh’s odd actions were caused by Farah. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Likewise," Farah replied politely. She laughed slightly at Maelan's words and Ōn'nyosh's comment. "I suppose that is a good thing then," she cooed. Her eyes also picked up on Ōn'nyosh's sudden shyness, but unlike Maelan, she was well aware of the reason from the start.

She noted the changes in his feelings as she began to make her touch bit by bit more erotic. And when she dug her fingers in, his reaction was very pleasing.

Her eyes flickered back to Maelan as he spoke, and she nodded. "Interesting," she remarked. Farah watched as he looked between Ōn'nyosh and her, and she smiled innocently at his chuckle once he figured out what was happening.

"So if one were to inquire about which room belongs to Ōn'nyosh," Farah murmured, relenting slightly on her grip before digging her fingers into the jester's sensitive skin again without changing her expression, "what would you say to them?"