A luxurious shop of fine wines and extravagant liquors which's taste often find itself on the shelves of local bars, taverns and even that of the frontier. While mainly dedicated at the distribution and wholesaling of liquours, though one can still shop directly for them for a special occasion. While they offer an ample catalog of beverages that range from a common beer to that of the most rare aged wine, the top quality of the liquour is the trademark of their business at the heart of Arterius. Little is know of their brewing process yet special magical infused alcoholic beverages aren't uncommon in their line of work. Brandy that spawns a small ethereal fire drake when served? Vodka that resembles a snow storm within a glass? All but a spice of magic.
Yet fancy beverages aside..when the night falls and the shop closes there's another section that opens. That of an antiquity shop, filled with all kind of adventuring gear from past and present. Each harboring a story of their own. From an unbreakable war hammer that once belonged to a construct that gained sentience , a painting rumored to have swallowed it's previous owner only for it to adopt it's image in an erotic pose, or that of a cursed body suit that wore it's wearer and used their body instead to name a few.
Liquor shop
Magical Antiquities
Living area. (Only for owners)
Yet fancy beverages aside..when the night falls and the shop closes there's another section that opens. That of an antiquity shop, filled with all kind of adventuring gear from past and present. Each harboring a story of their own. From an unbreakable war hammer that once belonged to a construct that gained sentience , a painting rumored to have swallowed it's previous owner only for it to adopt it's image in an erotic pose, or that of a cursed body suit that wore it's wearer and used their body instead to name a few.
Liquor shop
Magical Antiquities
Living area. (Only for owners)
The disappearance of Malic has had those who were closest to him hard. Kris missed his best friend dearly but knew his lover was completely devastated from it. Though I’m trying to cheer her up, he opted to go the exotic liquor store to buy her bottle to help ease her woes.
Though this deed would come at a great cost as Kris’s obsession took over as he became more of a kid at the candy shop, he looked at all the liquor bottles not because of what they offer but of the unique design of the bottles. The bare chested Merfolk with long red hair leaned against the counter top, just absorbed in thought of which bottle to get as he admired it all.
Quentin had his head on the countertop as Kristoff didn’t make it easy to recommend a bottle as Kriss acted liked a gold fish constantly distracted at which bottle to get, only thing that was keeping him back from buying the entire stock was how much money he had.
Though this deed would come at a great cost as Kris’s obsession took over as he became more of a kid at the candy shop, he looked at all the liquor bottles not because of what they offer but of the unique design of the bottles. The bare chested Merfolk with long red hair leaned against the counter top, just absorbed in thought of which bottle to get as he admired it all.
Quentin had his head on the countertop as Kristoff didn’t make it easy to recommend a bottle as Kriss acted liked a gold fish constantly distracted at which bottle to get, only thing that was keeping him back from buying the entire stock was how much money he had.
Ohh certainly, aching hearts left a void that was typically tried to be filled with vice...drugs...alcohol...even sex...they were all examples of what people clung to during hard times, struggle was only natural during hard times and Ayslinne was well aware of what emptiness it held when a special one was thought lost.
"Ara~ Ara~♡ don't you look lovely honey?" A pair of fingers playfully walked over Quentin's back, pressing into that ticklish sweet spot right in the middle, moving up towards his nape. "Don't fall asleep in front of a customer." *Squeeze~ Squeeze~♡* A tentacle happily coiled around one of the man's butt cheeks, squeezing it twice in a loving manner.
"Please Forgive my husband. He tends to be such a sleepy head. My name is Ayslinne co-founder of this fine establishment. Is there anything I can help you with sweetheart? A recomendation perhaps? We have an ample catalog and discounts for this holiday season, further more we accept custom orders provided you let us know the details of what you have in mind." The slime woman greeted the enthusiastic Customer. She knew best her husband was a skilled vendor, though even so helping her husband was both her love and joy, after all that was what marriage was about~♡.
"Ara~ Ara~♡ don't you look lovely honey?" A pair of fingers playfully walked over Quentin's back, pressing into that ticklish sweet spot right in the middle, moving up towards his nape. "Don't fall asleep in front of a customer." *Squeeze~ Squeeze~♡* A tentacle happily coiled around one of the man's butt cheeks, squeezing it twice in a loving manner.
"Please Forgive my husband. He tends to be such a sleepy head. My name is Ayslinne co-founder of this fine establishment. Is there anything I can help you with sweetheart? A recomendation perhaps? We have an ample catalog and discounts for this holiday season, further more we accept custom orders provided you let us know the details of what you have in mind." The slime woman greeted the enthusiastic Customer. She knew best her husband was a skilled vendor, though even so helping her husband was both her love and joy, after all that was what marriage was about~♡.
Quentin tensed up and shot back up as he felt the familiar loving touch of his wife coming from behind. He would bite his lip as he stifles a moan, daring not to moan in front of the customer. “Thank goodness you are here, honey, maybe you can help this fellow to pick a drink for him” Quentin says hoping she can solve this stalemate.
As for Krisstoff, he looking all the bottles not sure what to pick “Oh that one looks nice, but that one looks nice too” he says as he goes through all the exotic looking bottles. “I’m looking for something to give a friend to help her feel better, but so many bottles…so many choices” he says as he bounces on his feet as Quentin looks at his wife nervously seeing what he has to deal with.
As for Krisstoff, he looking all the bottles not sure what to pick “Oh that one looks nice, but that one looks nice too” he says as he goes through all the exotic looking bottles. “I’m looking for something to give a friend to help her feel better, but so many bottles…so many choices” he says as he bounces on his feet as Quentin looks at his wife nervously seeing what he has to deal with.
"Ohh don't worry honey...I will take charge from here" The slime woman let out a whisper next to her hubby's ear not minding a bat if she was seen showing some affection...by all means seeing her husband all tensed up and 'upright' with his work had made her particular playful.
*ZIP!* Not a moment sooner did Ayslinne spread her slime body to seal shut her husband's mouth, tightening her tendrils around his ankles, pulling him down into a gooey bed before they dragged him away from the counter and to what only Quentin would ever know as their bedroom...Trying not to moan huh? She would make sure he wouldn't make a chirp as she toyed with him...it was time to switch turns anyhow! And her hubby needed to lessen some 'tension' such was the life with a needy slime girl.
"Ohhh...you have an excellent taste dear. Though should I recomend something myself? You won't find it anywhere on the shelves...We only make handful of bottles every season and this is the last of it's kind. There won't be another like this until next year and since it's for a friend I will give you a special price."
The slime woman took out a bottle of wine...yet unlike the others this held a perfect turquoise glow to it. It lay within a special protective case made out of barnished pine wood, an inner coat of dark purple silk cushioning the interior of the bottle.
"The box is made from enchanted pine tree that are only found in the burning fields from the other side of the sea. The glass is tempered from the sands of Arunafeltz, heated then molten , given shape under the breath of a frost wyrm. And the wine...It was made by yours truly" The woman smiled followed by with a wink. "It's a special process know only by me and my dear husband...No where will you experience something as close nor a taste as memorable such as this."
"Yet words alone can't describe it isn't it? And lucky for you we always keep samples of our products." The woman took out a glass from under the counter, made it half full with water and carefully placed a single droplet of a sample of the mixture inside it. The concotion soon reacting as the glass took a mystical turquoise glow that hummed with a magical tone.
"I call it 'The Spirit's Droplet' one sip and you will relive your most intimate and joyful's moments...Your first kiss, Your child's first foot steps, an escapade with a close friend, the sight of someone dear to you...All accompanied by a sweet taste that makes you feel as if being hugged from within. The effects vary from person to person...yet so do their memories." The woman gently placed the glass over the counter, offering it.
"You're free to try it...The effect last but a moment when made properly." The woman explained calmly and in a cheerful manner. Letting the man experience first hand what might as well be their insignia product.
*ZIP!* Not a moment sooner did Ayslinne spread her slime body to seal shut her husband's mouth, tightening her tendrils around his ankles, pulling him down into a gooey bed before they dragged him away from the counter and to what only Quentin would ever know as their bedroom...Trying not to moan huh? She would make sure he wouldn't make a chirp as she toyed with him...it was time to switch turns anyhow! And her hubby needed to lessen some 'tension' such was the life with a needy slime girl.
"Ohhh...you have an excellent taste dear. Though should I recomend something myself? You won't find it anywhere on the shelves...We only make handful of bottles every season and this is the last of it's kind. There won't be another like this until next year and since it's for a friend I will give you a special price."
The slime woman took out a bottle of wine...yet unlike the others this held a perfect turquoise glow to it. It lay within a special protective case made out of barnished pine wood, an inner coat of dark purple silk cushioning the interior of the bottle.
"The box is made from enchanted pine tree that are only found in the burning fields from the other side of the sea. The glass is tempered from the sands of Arunafeltz, heated then molten , given shape under the breath of a frost wyrm. And the wine...It was made by yours truly" The woman smiled followed by with a wink. "It's a special process know only by me and my dear husband...No where will you experience something as close nor a taste as memorable such as this."
"Yet words alone can't describe it isn't it? And lucky for you we always keep samples of our products." The woman took out a glass from under the counter, made it half full with water and carefully placed a single droplet of a sample of the mixture inside it. The concotion soon reacting as the glass took a mystical turquoise glow that hummed with a magical tone.
"I call it 'The Spirit's Droplet' one sip and you will relive your most intimate and joyful's moments...Your first kiss, Your child's first foot steps, an escapade with a close friend, the sight of someone dear to you...All accompanied by a sweet taste that makes you feel as if being hugged from within. The effects vary from person to person...yet so do their memories." The woman gently placed the glass over the counter, offering it.
"You're free to try it...The effect last but a moment when made properly." The woman explained calmly and in a cheerful manner. Letting the man experience first hand what might as well be their insignia product.
Quentin’s cheeks flushed as his mouth was covered before being taken away, enclosed once more in his wife’s goo, squirming and wiggling, moans muffled and very aroused.
As for Kristoff, he didn’t notice what had happen but paid attention when she showed what she had to offer. The color of the glass and the color of the liquid was nice along with the box it came with. He did even tilt his head as she poured him a glass to sample. He would shake his head no “No thank you miss, but I have come to a decision to what I want” as he points to a bottle on the shelf, it was a moderately priced red in a ridged glass that almost has an hourglass appearance with a flared top, narrow middle and a wide base. “I’ll take that one” he says with a smile as he even puts the cash up front ready to pay for it, ignoring her miracle elixir she tried to sell him. Even having a stupid yet innocent smile on his face.
As for Kristoff, he didn’t notice what had happen but paid attention when she showed what she had to offer. The color of the glass and the color of the liquid was nice along with the box it came with. He did even tilt his head as she poured him a glass to sample. He would shake his head no “No thank you miss, but I have come to a decision to what I want” as he points to a bottle on the shelf, it was a moderately priced red in a ridged glass that almost has an hourglass appearance with a flared top, narrow middle and a wide base. “I’ll take that one” he says with a smile as he even puts the cash up front ready to pay for it, ignoring her miracle elixir she tried to sell him. Even having a stupid yet innocent smile on his face.
"Excellent choice dear customer." Not a moment sooner after the bottle was picked did a tentacle reached for the exact bottle and swiftly wrapped it within an elegant wooden box , along with 3 other different yet smaller sample bootles for him to try out. All packed with a beautiful ribbon in a harmonious display of tentacle elegancy.
"Is there any other thing I can assist you with?" The slime asked sweetly, taking no offense in his refusal. Quickly withdrawing the glass and the 'miracle elixir' that she would give a better use, after all she had an encased cutie upstairs that needed some slime love.~♡
Were she single this kind of cutie was the type she enjoyed teasing and tormenting all tied up and kept tidy away from the light of the sun or any chance of escape, fortunately she had her hubby to keep to those urges under control which allowed her to keep her cool and treat clients without them ending up sharing a similar fate...most of the times~♡ Of course if her hubby allowed it, she was loyal to him in every sense. Thus unless there was anything more she would promply close shop after tending the client, just for a couple of hours, she had to have her fill aswell~♡
"Is there any other thing I can assist you with?" The slime asked sweetly, taking no offense in his refusal. Quickly withdrawing the glass and the 'miracle elixir' that she would give a better use, after all she had an encased cutie upstairs that needed some slime love.~♡
Were she single this kind of cutie was the type she enjoyed teasing and tormenting all tied up and kept tidy away from the light of the sun or any chance of escape, fortunately she had her hubby to keep to those urges under control which allowed her to keep her cool and treat clients without them ending up sharing a similar fate...most of the times~♡ Of course if her hubby allowed it, she was loyal to him in every sense. Thus unless there was anything more she would promply close shop after tending the client, just for a couple of hours, she had to have her fill aswell~♡
Kristoff was all gitted as he got the bottle and finally made the decision to get it. As the bottle was given along with a few others for sampling he would give the slime woman a joyful smile as grabbed them “Thank you, miss!” As he walks out of the store.
Quentin would no doubt would have mind his wife to seal another poor soul into her latex goo, but Kristoff was too innocently oblivious what was happening and left without incident. Quentin would be left to his wife’s devices, wither and squirm in pleasure…
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Quentin would no doubt would have mind his wife to seal another poor soul into her latex goo, but Kristoff was too innocently oblivious what was happening and left without incident. Quentin would be left to his wife’s devices, wither and squirm in pleasure…
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