Casa Belweldie, part 7, or, rather, Across Saga, part 2 [26 Thory 4261]
I wasn’t the only person wearing Cloak of Another God
in Across Saga. One of the Orren women is, by birth, a
Rassimel man who can only find satisfaction when he is an
Orren woman. He is cisaffectionate, though — I suppose you
might call it. He prefers Rassimel women. Hence his
frequenting of Across Saga. He/she spent quite some time
trying to cajole one such into a trip to one of the back
rooms with him/her. From what I overheard, the Rassimel
woman in question does prefer Orren, but the
Cloak-wearer is still a bit too much like a Rassimel
in personality to perfectly appeal to her.
From what I overheard, he/she is her commonplace backup
lover when no Orren who like Rassimel suitably are on the
inner side of Across Saga that evening.
I was eavesdropping quite a bit, yes. My own table was in
the social half of the cafe. I must backtrack, for those of
you who have not been to Across Saga. There is a discreet
line of lanterns more or less bisecting the cafe. On the
outer side, towards the main door, the custom is that the
cafe is a cafe, to which people come with their friends for
eating and drinking and socializing.
On the inner side, the custom is that the usual rules about
asking for sexual favors are suspended. There, an offer
that would be quite shocking in any decent place seems to be
a matter of simple conversation, with acceptance or
rejection a very small thing.
For those who accept but do not want to go far away, there
is a door to some back room or rooms, where, presumably,
they would pay some extra fee and be granted convenient
surrounding and privacy.
“First time Delframber and I did a threesome, it was back
there, with her,” said Ysgwyd, and pointed out a distinctly
tarted-up and slightly withered Cani woman. “I’m not much
into mammals, but Delframber had been teasing me just a bit
and I called his bluff.”
“I generally .. prefer … deeper romance … and am not
nearly as … intimately adventurous … as some people
present,” said Delframber. “I do not … tease my true love
… quite so much … any-the-more!”
The two of them gazed affectionately at each other. It is
very disturbing when something with five eyestalks
gazes affectionately, especially when from no more than
three feet off.
The four of us stayed there for, oh, nearly an hour, having
some brandy and various snacks. Ilottat wasn’t very
comfortable. I wasn’t very comfortable. Ysgwyd was wholly
in her element, which included making us uncomfortable. I
don’t know how to read Khtsoyis facial expressions, thank
all the gods.
Ilottat and I managed to excuse ourselves. “You two
lovebirds go have yourselves a wonderful evening!” said
Ysgwyd. She gave me a huge and slippery kiss. “That’s for
you to give to my husband. It’s bad manners to kiss
same-species in here.”
The Cani woman who had been involved with Ysgwyd and
Delframber has quite a sad story. She had been married to
eight Cani for most of a decade, in Ulmarn, and has three
puppies. But her tastes were too extreme, and too important
for her. She divorced the rest of her family — which is a
big thing for anyone, but a huge thing beyond my imagining
for a Cani. She moved to Vheshrame, far enough so that the
Cani community here doesn’t quite hate her. She doesn’t
even get to see her puppies much. She spends most evenings
in Across Saga. She has never been known to refuse any offer
for sexual contact. She is usually deep in her tears in a
corner by the end of the evening, though.
After hearing that (from a rather gloaty Ysgwyd), Ilottat
looked to me with lowered ears and very lowered voice. “That
is what it means to be truly transaffectionate. I want no
part of it.” And he was holding my mid-hand tight as he
said it, and meshed fingers with me afterwards.
Very, very confusing.