The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Tanna]

Tanna laughs wickedly. "Oh my yes, I was thinking about it all night," she admits, eyes dancing. "But your boon."

[Marian Hawke]

I shouldn't-- it was a mistake, to use her face. To look like her. It was... it made me feel... I shouldn't have done that. I should tell her no. I should... I shouldn't be a slave, I should be able to say no. But... but we're not talking about it now, just hinting. So, I'll say no, just, later. When she brings it up again. But I can say no, whenever I want. It's just awkward right now.

"Honestly, I'm not sure what to ask. Your surprises have been so good, so overwhelming, I haven't had a lot of time to daydream."

[Tanna]

Tanna pouts a little. "Well..." She hums softly, thinking. "Aha!" Pushing Marian off her, she slips out of the bed, swaying over to her nightstand. "This isn't your boon but rather..." She rummages around for a moment, then turns, holding a pair of thick books. "Inspiration."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian sits up, some small part of her whimpering, feeling bereft of touch instantly. She ignores it. "What's that? Another book?"

[Tanna]

"Two books," Tanna corrects her. "The top one is a banned Cirenite book- too extreme," she says with an eyeroll. "The second is another book on tantric rituals, though this one is more how-to rather than principals like the one you read before." She holds them out to Marian, a proud smile in place. "They're for you. A gift from your Lady."

[Marian Hawke]

"Thank you," she says, warmly. "I'll keep them safe and secret, don't worry. I'm sure something in here would work for a boon."

[Tanna]

Tanna beams at Marian, setting the tomes on the nightstand. "Good. I'll feel better after you- well. I want you to pick something you'll really enjoy, no matter what anyone might think. I promise I will not judge you for it, okay?" 

[Marian Hawke]

Marian nods. Pick something extreme, something impressive. Something she'll be proud of me for. "I should get back soon," she adds, regretfully. "I want to have time to read before I have to meet my friend for dinner."

[Tanna]

"Shower first?" Tanna suggests, giving the soiled merikos elf a pointed glance. "But that does lead us back to the other thing I needed to ask you about. The friend you just mentioned- you've mentioned her before. Is she... her?"

[Marian Hawke]

"Is... what?" she asks, blinking.

[Tanna]

"Her," Tanna repeats patiently. "The face you had me wear? Is your friend her?"

[Marian Hawke]

She blushes. "O-oh! Um, yes. I'm staying with her now."

[Tanna]

"I'd like to met her."

[Marian Hawke]

"You... what?" 

Marian blinks, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Lightsong is not going to like Tanna. She's going to be disgusted by the things I do. She... 

"I... guess we could have lunch or something?"

[Tanna]

"To start," Tanna agrees with a leer.