Summer, Year of the Great Kingdom 599
The guards remained outside, blocking the entry to Agnes'. They meant to both keep the hylian men inside and to keep other gerudo out – this 'meeting' was still a dire secret and if things went awry, Ganondorf did not want his people to learn of his willingness to consort with hylian traitors.
The girls led their men to the 'lounge' beside the bar, where Agnes and her sister swiftly moved and began to prepare a round of drinks for their guests. Telma was discreetly instructed – via the scullery window – to prepare large trays of sliced fruits and then pass them to Audra when ready.
Most of the furniture had been removed from the center of the room – leaving the newly acquainted partners to lounge together upon pillow covered shelves, molded into the walls (wooden furniture is very rare and expensive in gerudo lands, so the original builders actually shaped the walls in this chamber to provide seating and places to relax.)
These early moments were crucial to the girls' work. Each remained very close to her man – continuously in physical contact with him – and they stared, seductively, into his eyes – if he ever looked down at her. Their voices were soft, feminine, and hypnotizing. Whatever he wanted to hear, she seemed to know it first, and willingly whispered it to him, just as he was realizing that he wanted it.
If he looked into her eyes, she slowly bat her lashes at him, then let him stare into her depths. If he glanced at her lips, she gently lifted herself up to him, and offered her mouth. If he was caught looking at her bust… she rolled her shoulders back and offered them to his hands. Whatever he desired – there was nothing that these women would resist or object to in any way – and they needed him to realize that quickly. Voe who realized that they had just entered 'gerudo heaven', were often willing to empty their entire purses for the girls and were assured to return again later.
While all men carry the same desires, there were noticeable differences between the three pairs of guests. The Akkalans were silent and icy-cold, giving no indication whether or not they appreciated what Rose and Lavender were doing. The younger blushed slightly when 'his gerudo' whispered something seductive into his ear – but he said nothing. The elder, Lord Cado, continued to wear the same, arrogant sneer as when he had first entered – seeming to only regard his woman with hateful disgust. Rose was hard pressed to maintain her composure, but she never gave in.
The Necludans – Lord and Sir Endai - were far removed from their northern neighbors in attitude. The father babbled nervously with Violet as she curled her fingers through his hair and his son simply shivered in awkward silence, as Nightshade delicately lay her soft body against his side. The young man was likely between twenty and twenty-five years, but he seemed so shy and nervous around her – she wondered if he were still a virgin. They were kind, respectful, and adoring to women – something the girls were pleasantly surprised to find.
The trouble, of course, would come from Safflina and the Faronians. Lord Guru had a kind disposition and a fair sense of humor – he sensed the awkward nervousness of the women when no 'sixth companion' came forward, so he did what he could to laugh and remain upbeat. He allowed Safflina to sit upon his son's lap and rock herself against him, while she smiled brightly and talked to her old lover about his journey.
For several minutes, the energetic flower managed to please both men – grinding herself against the younger, and letting him touch her as he wished, while also talking with his father and giving him several winks and girlish giggles. But loneliness soon turned to jealousy, and the Governor of Faron would not let himself be the only man 'unserved' in this room.
When Agnes came around to deliver their refreshments, the father waved her closer and whispered his demand for an additional woman, for his son. "I am sorely disappointed at this oversight, Agnes," he hissed, "I always remembered this place as being dutiful and aplenty. I will not have myself or my son disrespected in this way!"
The aged matron nearly dropped her tray in panic. What could she say? How could she turn this disaster around? Safflina – still bouncing and grinding against the younger Guru – heard enough of the exchange and saw the look of terror on her mistress' face. "Don't worry master!" she suddenly piped up, "I can handle both of you easily! Do fathers share with sons in Faron?"
Truly, she meant it as an innocent question. Safflina had a very odd… very casual attitude about intimacy and relationships. She was rather willing to do anything with anyone – so long as it didn't cause harm – she just enjoyed the pleasure of it all. Sadly, it was the absolute worst thing that could have been suggested. Lord Guru turned a shocked, disgusted face to her, while his spoiled son suddenly threw her off of himself. "UGH! HOW VILE!" he cried.
All in the room were startled by his sudden outburst, and now turned to stare at the poor woman, who caught herself and nervously wrung her hands. "I… I…" she stammered, catching the venomous glares of her mistress and their insulted customers, "I meant no disrespect, my lord."
Audra, in a surprising display of heroic shrewdness, glided over to them with a disgusting smile, and patted the girl on the shoulder. "A thousand pardons, my lord, young master," she soothed, nodding to both men, "Her sense of humor takes some… time to get used to. Of course, we would never dream of depriving one of our most honored patrons! We have been preparing… a special surprise for the man who was willing to wait! We beg your patience… you will not be disappointed!"
The anger, at least for the moment, seemed abated. Agnes quickly smiled too and nodded her assurances to the men that her sister was speaking the truth. Lord Cado – still with Rose trying to earn his affections – however, turned to his own son and muttered something about "the savages being picky" which sent the junior snickering.
Guru leapt to his feet and drew a hidden dagger from beneath his tunic – causing Safflina to shriek and leap back. "I will gut you for that Akkalan!" he shouted back.
The tension soared as the silence in the room became deafening. If something were not done, blood surely would coat Agnes' bar within the next few minutes. Cado grinned, arrogantly, up at his counterpart, but made no motion to draw his own weapon.
Rapidly, Agnes set down her tray and raised both of her hands toward them. "Please… please, my lords." She quietly plead, "There is no need for strife… all here will be attended to faithfully and served well. This is a house of pleasure and comfort. Let our tempers cool and our hearts be calm." With a quick turn of her head, she discreetly whispered to her sister, "Get the flower." Before returning to the men.
Reluctantly, Guru sheathed his knife, and dropped back down onto his seat as Audra dashed away to her quarters. Urgently, but still delicately, the girls worked to return the men's attention to themselves and Safflina timidly returned to her pair. In minutes, the aged clerk returned, carrying a very strange, silver-colored device and the bag of 'Karusa Leaf' that Telma had been instructed to buy.
The elder sisters quickly set the contraption in the center of the room and crushed several of the dried leaves into handfuls of small flakes – packing them into a sort of holder or cup in its center – then lighting a small flame at its top. "What… is this?" Asked Cado, sitting up and lightly pushing Rose aside. Agnes smiled at him, and lifted a wooden mouthpiece from its side – connected to a long, braided hose running to its base.
"A very special delicacy," she answered, before wrapping her wrinkled lips around the piece and drawing a deep breath of the blue smoke the device was now emitting, "from the farthest reaches of our domain." She finished, letting the smoke puff from her lips and nose.
Smoking was something unfamiliar to the hylians. Some of the wilder tribes or country-men would burn special herbs in their fires to drive away evil spirits or to cleanse their garments. But this – directly drawing the smoke into their bodies this way – was very strange.
The 'Fountain of Spirits' – as Audra named it – was equipped with eight such mouth pieces, and so all of the men (and the two owners) could enjoy its vapors without having to share. With a little coaxing, the men leaned forward – wrinkling their noses at the foul smell – and followed Agnes' instructions in its use.
The effect took hold almost immediately. All quickly leaned back upon their soft pillows and allowed the hazy warmth of the drug to fill their minds, as the girls smiled confidently, and traced their fingers over their pointed ears. "Let it carry you." Cooed Rose to Lord Cado, "Let it wash away your troubles."
Much of this, Telma was not aware of. She heard the shout from the younger Guru and felt the awful silence that followed – but she could not risk looking out from the scullery window and being seen. So far, Agnes and her sister had poured the drinks and Telma had only been asked to slice some fruits. If the evening continued this way, she might actually grow bored – hiding in the lonely kitchen.
But once 'the flower' had taken hold and the six visitors were calmed, her mistresses silently excused themselves and rushed into the kitchen to find Ivy. "Quickly now!" they hissed, waving to her to follow them, "We don't have much time!"
Alarmed, Telma's eyes shot open wide at the prospect of entering the room with the six hylians. "No! No! They will see me!" she whispered back. "The smoke has them," explained Audra, "They won't be able to tell the floor from the ceiling, now MOVE! Quickly!"
Using both her hands and her hair, the young woman tried to hide her own face as the three rushed through the lounge and down the hall toward her room. She was touched to see each of the girls suddenly straddle their clients and lean in for a kiss just as she passed – helping to hide her from them. All… but for Sir Guru - who had been left empty handed after his father's complaint.
Ducking into room number "3", Audra rudely pushed forward and began rummaging through Telma's basket of clothes, while Agnes gently pulled the door shut behind them. "Have you got anything to wear?!" the old crone asked. Gasping for breath and trying to steady herself, Telma motioned to the clothes she was already wearing – which had been given to her by the other girls. They were still revealing by Hylian standards, but were hardly as provocative as what the other girls were wearing.
"There's no time!" hissed Agnes, pacing back and forth beside the door, "Make something for her!" Frantically, her sister began to throw the contents of the basket onto the floor – searching for anything that could be used. "What – what is going on?!" Telma asked – an icy fear rising in her heart. "We need another girl." Spat Agnes, "You'll have to work the Guru boy."