Ileravel went up the stairs shown by the other servant. There's some scandalous looks, perhaps, from other staff at Ileravel's manner of dress - or precarious lack thereof, the woman mostly keeping her body covered with the fur coat she kept tugged firmly closed over what little clothes she wore until she was well inside.
But it hardly registered for Roesler's servant, as if all of this was par for the course - and of course it was, the songbird most only knew as 'Linnet' long used to the gazes of offense and desire alike.
She knocked gently on the door. "Mr. Drystan Windgrace?" she asks, her voice as soft and demure as it always had been off-stage while the cabaret had been running; "It is Linnet, on behalf of my master, Mr. Roesler. May I come in?"
Drystan Windgrace stood up from his desk and went to the door and opened it, a puzzled look on his face. "Hello? Why yes...yes please, come in.." He opened the door wide and stepped away so that she could step through the door. He motioned to the side of the room with his paint supplies and where a nice squishy chair sat, and a chaise. "Please make yourself comfortable" He pointed to the single seat.
He closed a couple of arcane books on his desk and then moved across to sit casually on the chaise. "Linnet? Please, tell me what Doctor Roesler needed to convey.." He took her in, the small coat, the lack of clothes outside of that coat, but he didn't linger on it too long. He knew Roesler had an unusual set of help, and he wasn't going to pass judgment.
Ileravel smiled softly, the seemingly young woman padding along behind Drystan at his invitation after a demure curtsy, setting herself on the seat offered delicately, "May I drop my glamour and take off my coat? I would not like to disturb my host, if it does not please him," she asks, just a hint of hesitation in her voice. Then she smiles a little bit more as Drystan asked after the reason for her visit.
"Well, to tell the truth it's... Really two reasons, one of more import than the other... In part I am here because Roesler thought it good to send me as a nicety to serve you for a little while, and maybe gauge your interest in... Someone else...?" She pauses, a shy smile to her lips for a few moments. "Master Roesler has been working on a project as of late... Do you remember Ms. Bonnie, from the Cabaret? She was not a performer, but... One of the serving girls," she responded, tapping her index fingers together for a moment while she remembered what her master had sent her to do.
Drystan settled into the chaise and watched as she sat down, "Please, make yourself comfortable, there is no need for glamours in this house." He waved a hand. "However I usually am a bit...different looking, its just such a muscle memory, i forget. Plus, things are changing all the time for me and my siblings. Never know what I might wake up with." He chuckled and opened his third eye, staring at her with the vastness of the universe in that one star filled black eye.
Slowly his skin would morph and change, much like a cuttlefish, patterns raising and swirling about his skin till it settled in place. Claws appeared at the tips of his fingers, and inside his mouth, the mass of sharp teeth were already present, and could be glimpsed if someone was really watching. "Hmm my interest in someone else?" Curious. "Ah, I believe I do...short hair? Usually next to nude?" He grinned a little and ran the tip of his finger along his bottom lip. "What about her? I have no been to the Cabaret since my fiance's last performance there." He explained.
Ileravel giggled a little, letting her glamour fall away - a woman with pointed ears and skin the color of the first hours of nightfall and raven hair replacing the blonde who had been sitting in the chair moments ago. Her eyes traveled briefly over Drystan's form. He was beautiful to her - though perhaps that was the way her owner had made her think. The nature of her smile shifted again to something a little more open as the glamour fell away, as she shed her coat and laid it over the arm of the chair, now dressed in little but her loincloth and the halter bra constraining her heavy bust.
"Different-looking is no less beautiful," she responds to the man, giggling a little, her eyes wandering over the shimmering skin again, over the claws at his fingertips and the mass of teeth in his jaw, her cheeks deepening in color for just a moment.
She clears her throat, still blushing a little. "Yes, that would be her," she replied, giggling a little. "A strawberry blonde woman, from the New World."
She bit her lip briefly. "Well, with the Cabaret out of commission for the time being... Bonnie's been a bit broken. She's not entirely - not entirely natural, I suppose I should say...?" continued the woman, a slight tilt in her head as if trying to find the right words. "She's one of my master's projects, using an abandoned human body for a base... She's not quite of... Magical nature, yet, and her mental status is... Fragile." she said. "But my master has been experimenting with some... Unconventional methods, and wished to know if you'd perhaps like to play the part of manager-cum-observer for him?" She'd smile a little bashfully. "In practice, he'd be sending her to you to serve as a Windgrace maid, or otherwise a similar role to the one I serve for my own master." She pauses for a moment, then laughs softly to herself. "Well, you'd of course be welcome to add any potential experimentations to Bonnie yourself, as you deem fit. But, well, that would be the basis of my master's proposition, if you are at all interested."
Drystan watched her intently as her glamour revealed the beautiful creature underneath. He smiled at her, dropping his hand from his face, and looked at all of her with great appreciation. "You..are quite stunning." His eyes narrowed softly, "I don't want to be rude, and guess and guess wrong, but you remind me of an Elvin woman I knew once, long ago. She called herself, ..Drow? Very similar shading, .." He had eyes that were keen for color, for depth. An artist's eyes, that took her in not just as she was, sitting there in a chair, but on canvas, captured by the special inks and methods he used to paint..she would come even more alive under a brush.
He blinked and brought himself back to the here and now and leaned forwards some, listening to her explain. "Very few of us are entirely..natural..at least on this island it seems. " He lifted his brows and sat back when she gave the title of the job, a wide grin breaking out across his face, before a soft chuckle came after. "Now...that is a job position I've not heard of ...ever. My goodness." He made a tsk tsk tsk sound and shook his head back and forth, laughing at the idea of Niles giving this woman her instruction to convey this offer, with that title used. He could hear it in his German accent, and he laughed again lowly. He held up his hand and gesticulated while he spoke to her, so easily, with no judgment, nothing riling him up about her servant position of Niles being her master. Some people worked differently. "So, her being is in this human body...however her mind is very fragile? So ...he wants to make her a maid for our house, as part of the experimentation..or as...a servant. A personal servant." He gauged what she offered. "I"m not clear on how the title, as colorful as it is, fits with... his experimentation upon her in this body? Do you know more about what the details are of his goals for his work on her?"
"As I understand it - though I'm not entirely certain what effects that might have or what purpose it serves."
She pauses again. "I do know that at the moment she has her vaginal entrance sealed shut by my master's fleshcrafting, I presume to ensure that addition does not leave her body...?" she guesses.
From what I understand - I might be wrong, I'm hardly as smart as my master - her mind is structured for utility, so losing the task for which she was originally made has put her into catatonia. I think my master would like to rectify that by having her put into your service, sir."
She smiles invitingly a moment more. "So really, that's the management and personal service part coming into play," she says, giggling. "If he didn't already have enough trouble with Ekko, or me to serve directly, he'd probably have simply continued experiments as is but - we have enough personal staff for him," she says, smiling again.
"As for the experimentation itself... Well, the mental aspect is mostly completed, except for the aforementioned dependence on tasking. It's the physical and magical aspects master is focusing on now - there have been several implementations of aetherite into her body, as well as a couple of exterior augmentations. And there's also been a parasitic introduction of a magical creature to her womb,
Ileravel covered her lips as the man responded in kind to her comment, but then quietly laughs and shakes her head as Drystan asked after her species. "We're of similar kinds, but I'm what's called a moon elf... There's not many differences but my species doesn't quite share the same affinity for spiders," she responds, giggling. "Nor do we much like caves."
She laughs a little harder at his response to her description and the label she applied to what she'd been asked to bring to Drystan to consider. "It wasn't really in those specific words, I have to admit," she says, giggling harder. It's a silvery, almost bell-like sound. "But essentially he'd like to see Bonnie operating somewhere outside his direct purview or control, with someone he could trust." She shrugs her shoulders, almost a little playfully. Returning to the subject of Bonnie, though, the elven woman recomposed herself, responding, "It wouldn't be wrong to think of Bonnie's mental apparatus being more like a homunculus or well-made automaton's...?
Drystan leans back into the plush of the chaise again, to listen to her voice. It was lovely just to hear her speak. It was no wonder that Niles had this woman at his calling. If she could sit and read encyclopedias and have it be calming, what a boon! But she was saying things of substance, so he did pay attention, of course. "Ah I see...like a soldier without a war. How sad." He folded his hands in his lap at the mention of her fleshcrafted sealing, his mind wandering. "Hmmm.." Was all he really replied to, because He thought something else immediately, and it wasn't for her benefit, but again he did not know for sure. Denial can be a powerful tool.
"We can always use the help around here, though we do have house staff, and I have a manservant, though he is ..at the moment, strictly business...I haven't explored other avenues of service from him. At least not yet." He smirked a little at her, a twinkle playing at his eyes. The world was fair game for Drystan, "I think I understand now, the ..ah..title is what entirely threw me off. I apologize. It sounds like he has his hands full up there in his sky palace. Must be a lot of work to keep everything running like clockwork. From what I've seen of him and his ...work.. He makes it appear quite effortless." He gives her master praise, and true praise. It was astonishing the amount of things Niles seemed to be getting into or had already been a part of. He had seen visions of him doing things that some may shudder at and call him a monster. Things he hadn't even told the man he knew of him. But he'd soon be speaking to him face to face, as he'd gotten his mental message just earlier that day. This must be some part of that, so he agreed along so far.
"The augmentations sound interesting, I am endlessly curious, you see. Bad habit. I want to know everything about something that catches my interest." He smirked again and sat up, squaring his shoulders, and taking a deep breath. "I would accept her as a ...personal servant. However I'd have a request. I'm not sure how much of an issue it may be, perhaps just a simple reprograming for while she is in my service,..but her name. Could we reassign her name since she is ...basically changing owners? It's not that there's anything wrong with that name, its lovely in fact - but I knew a Bonnie, I knew her quite well when I was younger. She worked in our house, a kitchen maid, she tended the libraries as well. She was so very kind, one of the bright spots from some dark years. You can...understand my extreme hesitation to use that moniker if she is to be in my service, ...there are things I'd ask her to do I would be terribly uncomfortable if she remained ...labeled..as she is currently."
He proposed the change. It was like changing the name of a boat when purchased. Every boat in the fleet had been renamed to something very particular, that aided in the ship's work, stability, and swift sailing. No named possession from another that came to be under Windgrace ownership kept the previous name it had, no matter its significance.
Ileravel had a vague inkling of Drystan's enjoyment of her voice. It was a gift she'd had for a long time, though she couldn't QUITE remember where it began. Was it a gift her master had bestowed on her...?
Her mind briefly wandered away just as Drystan's did before she pulled herself back to the present.
She smiled happily as Drystan ran through his thought process, came to some agreement. "I'm happy to hear that she could have a place here!" She laughs in bright agreement with Drystan's praise, true joy - and pride - for the praise lavished upon her master. She well and truly adored Roesler, no matter what others might have thought of him. She was ever-more joyous when she learned of others' admiration of him, and she claps, almost gleefully. "Isn't my master so talented? He's an incredible man, keeping everything in place like-so~." She giggles more, then nods again. "They are elementally-based, I believe - fire and lightning on the interior augments, though you might have to speak to my master or perhaps Bonnie herself on any of the specifics..."
She bites her lip for a moment, trying to recall if her master had mentioned any other details about Bonnie. But with Drystan's request she blinks herself back to the present. "Oh, of course! I'd think it'd be very simple, Bonnie's hardly the body's original name at any rate. That aspect of the construct shouldn't be difficult at all, it'd probably be possible even just going off your instructions." She giggles. "If you'd like her label changed in advance, I'm sure my master would be happy to make the change before sending her to you...? Do you have any ideas in mind...?"
She gives him a warm look. "I understand, of course, please don't feel the need to explain too much - I don't think either I or my master particularly want you to feel too tortured while putting her to use!"
Drystan sat quietly, pursing his lips as he listened to her with relaxed vibes, His empathy flowed from him to her, swirling up and around her, pulling her into the bubble of feelings he exuded. There was relaxation, but also a subtle excitement as an undertone. Like getting a new toy and playing with it for the first time. There was also a steady and unrelenting pulse of his self confidence, and of his state of allure. A static sexual streak played along with the other emotions while he sat across from her.
"Hmm.. yes, he is quite the man, in so many matters." his smile curled and produced deep dimples in his cheeks. "Oh, I am sure I can handle the elemental matters. I'm no technomancer, but I happen to know quite a bit of knowledge about aetherite, it's my livelihood! Being a Hermitics master I should be able to handle her elemental structures as well, with some planning and careful work." He rubbed his chin and lifted his brows at her. "Oh, A name, I choose? Well, goodness. I'll need to give it a little thought, but I'll come up with something."
He waved his hand and then stood, taking a step over towards her, only to lean down and pick up a small silver case that sat on the short table with the incense and candle burning. While bent over he was as close to her as he'd been since she came into his chambers. His hair, what he had of it, fell into his face, and he shook it from his eyes before popping the tin open and offering her a hand rolled joint, glittering all over the outside, having been rolled in pixie dust as well. "Would you care for one? Possibly a drink? I have a bit of everything up here." He pulled one of the smokes out and put the tip in the corner of his mouth while he gazed at her from under his brow.
Ileravel shivered as the empathic energies passed from Drystan into her. It is a distinctly familiar feeling, one that the girl is especially vulnerable to - her body leaning back into the chair despite her usual insistence on proper, attentive servanthood, the shivering of excitement... That distinctly sexual static streak weaved between pulses of self-confidence and allure.
She takes in a deep breath, her cheeks darkening again in colour, only increased at the following double-entendre.
"W-Well... I'm sure you would be, as my master puts so much trust in you and your family..." murmured Ileravel, still blushing, flustered and somewhat on the backfoot from the swell of feelings that washed into her.
She laughs softly, almost nervously as the man approaches, musing on a potential name to replace Bonnie's current designation, her heart speeding up a little as the man leaned down to pick up the small silver case. She took another deep breath as Drystan offered her the joint. "Goodness, I... I have enough of pixie dust with Ekko running around," she responds, a little sheepishly - but nevertheless takes the offered joint. "But how could I refuse my host...?" she continues, giggling a little. She puts it to her lips.
Drystan smirks a bit and then chants lowly under his breath, something in Latin, and he snaps, bringing a small flame to light at his fingertips. He moves them first to light her joint, and then to light his own, shaking away the flame once he's done. "The dust just gives it that little kick, a nice kinda kick." He stands back upright, now standing just in front of her chair, taking dragging draws from the smoke in his mouth, inhaling it deeply before lifting his chin to blow it up in a billowed cloud to hang in haze above them. "I am assuming Ekko is a pixie..I've not met them. I only know of Eli.This is his dust. I've grown quite fond of it." He pulled the joint away and ashed it towards where the hookah was sitting, knowing that was generally where he'd be cleaning ash from later on. He looked down at her, grinning playfully. "Are you alright? You seem a little..I don't know, flushed." He calls out her reaction while playfully smiling at her.
Ileravel sucks in a deep breath of the smoke, shuddering as the pixie dust ripples through her head, down her spine, through her body. "I heard a little of Mister Eli from my master... He seems much more mild-tempered than Ekko is," she admits, giggling a little. "She's one of my master's servants... She doesn't much like coming to the Windgrace Estate, I'm afraid, Dinah scares her." She laughs. "She's of the more mischievous kind of pixies, so, yes... She only really behaves in front of our master, and even then only sometimes."
She sighs softly, looking away for a moment. Then looks back to Drystan with a shy giggle. "I'd say I'm at risk of impropriety but I already know that I'm hardly of high class,~" she responds. "Yes, I am absolutely flushed, and I think sir knows why," she continues, laughing again, smiling invitingly after a moment. "Would you like to use me, Mr. Windgrace...? I think my master would be pleased if I could provide you some entertainment before I leave," she tells him, taking another huff off the joint.
Drystan leaves the joint hanging from his mouth, so that he blows smoke out as he speaks. "Heh, for good reason, my sister is scary, well..can be." He took another long draw, and grinned sideways, pinching the thing from his lips and letting his arms hang at his sides.
"Oh, yes, I do know. And of course you'd know..You have Niles that can play with you like that far better than I can. As for impropriety? Does not exist in this room. I would like to use you, yes. I hardly think Niles would mind, and will enjoy pulling the memories out of you himself, if he so chooses." He flicked the joint.
"Sit up in the seat and take off my belt. You know what to do." He stepped up to put his legs on either side of hers, leaning back just a little so that his pelvis stuck out towards her. Now /this/ was service you could count on! He mused to himself, letting the drugs slowly work their way through him, knowing he'd' need far more for it to really have an effect on him, be damned that ‘high metabolism’ of his.
Ileravel laughs a little as the man came up to her, pulling the joint from between her lips, her fingers reaching for Drystan's belt as he approached - sitting up a little and leaning in towards the man's pelvis as the man instructs her, her eyes looking up towards his as she reaches in with her free hand to pull Drystan's shaft free from his trousers.
She presses her lips in close to wrap around the head, her tongue flicking out to give the frenulum a long, slow, sensual lick, before pushing in deeper, taking in as much of his cock as he can, swallowing around it as it pushes into her throat until her nose is pressed against Drystan's hips.
Drystan watched her as she deftly got to work and he smiled smugly as he shivered and closed his eyes, leaning his head back and letting his eyes slip shut so he could enjoy her parting gift. His free hand moved to her dark hair and slipped over the top of her head to over her elongated ear, and then behind her neck, to pull her in even closer. He would use her up in every way he could before she would return to the doctor, hopefully quite satisfied, knowing she had done well, and that Niles would ultimately be quite pleased.