Drow makeup

OUCH!

He hated to depilate -specially his nose-, but was necesary for an elegant look.

No drow that apreciated himself had hair coming out from his nose... so he wasn't going to had them!

Suddendly, Naeshi entered in the room, in the border of an attack of panick.

"We had problems! they will kill us! kill us all!"

Gaveo sighted.

He came some years ago to Negeémiliel, after a defeat from the Orc horde he was part of, with the hope of beginning a new life:

Fruit of his spoils of war, and a strange -for a hobgoblin- prevision, he had quite a fortune, and began his business in Negeémiliel.

But quick, he finded the limitations that exist against non-drows to protect their markets, to be too restrictive...

So he entered in a quite "underground" institution of Negeémiliel:

He had money. He wasn't female... and less a drow. So he entered in contact with others non-drow traders, and knew a solution to his problems:

After a night in the tavern, he picked a poor drow girl, had the edge of slavery due her debts: Her only saving grace was that she was a free female.

Enough for what he needed.

He payed her debts, and she become the "owner" of his small business... who thanks to having a drow owner, payed less taxes, get credit and expanding, becoming a quite sucsesfull Textile workshop.

Such deals are ilegal... but difficult to comprobate, and useful for all the parts:

Naeshi won from this a good life -as a marionette-, but better for her, the daughter she was expecting as a poor woman who was about to be enslaved, born as daughter of a rich merchant rising in Negeémiliel:

A poor that become rich, is still poor, but a person born in a rich family, become a -future- citizen:

Just the kind of legal protection Gaveo needed.

Gaveo became -from the shadows- an sucsesfull tradesman and workshop owner, and paying the right bribes to the people, leave him to began his conversion:

He was never a normal hobgoblin... too interested in his physical apparience, in social assention... and in other -male- goblinoids.

However, despise he picked Naeshi for being as well a pathetic woman without ambition, with a drow one can never trust them completely: And if he was killed, legally, all was for Naeshi:

To evitate that, he had some friends in crime who where to avenge him if needed. But aside from the post-mortem vengance, he needed to had somebody to inherit his "empire".

The best option was Naeshi, but she was repulsed by the idea of laying with a hobgoblin -as well he of lying with a female, but he needed a daughter who LOOK drow- so he make Naeshi bought drow female slaves... however, so far, the daughters he had... didn't looked "drowish" enough to be material to be adopted by Naeshi and be Acolytes.

"Why you are so excited, Naeshi? what now?"

"A PRIESTESS! Here!"

"So? We paid the bribes. Sent her away!"

"No! she said it was PERSONAL business. PERSONAL!!" said Naeshi terrified.

"And?"

"What if it happened something to my girl? Who know what these acolytes can do to her?!
Or if they discovered I believe in the cult of the flower?
I'm too pretty to be killed for heressy! or something! and what will they do to my girl?!

"Shh. Calm."

"What if they come for you? and for ME? Oh godess! oh godess!"

"SILENCE, DAMIT! Who was her?"

"... eh... an acolyte of Negeé? priestess? stained in blood?"

"Anyone we know?"

"...no?"

"and where is she now?"

"Outside?"

"DAMN! Naeshi! fool! Make her pass inmeadiatly!"

"But!"

"She is a PRIESTESS. Therefore INFLUENTIAL, and you want to save your butt from amenaces, true? As I do... She had personal business. What business, we don't know, but she didn't come with a patrol.

So this crisis, is an oportunity. QUICK!"

"What?"

"Make her pass, idiot!!"

"Here?"

"No, no! You must first please her!"

"What?!"

"Invite her pass. Clean her clothes, offer her new ones... invite her to take a bath in the new bathtub I ordered to be buyed, give her some tea"

"well.. should I be with her?"

"Of course. Don't speak of business with her, but for the dinning table. I will be ready with my "drow make-up" then, so I can guide you"

"okey..." said Naeshi

"Oh. And try to impress her with our class, so she see we aren't as the next textile workshop owners... so make her be served by a classy slave... the elf will do fine."

"Roger"

Naeshi leaved then Gaveo's room, and when walking to the door where was expecting the horrific priestess of the Godess of War, covered in blood, she was more and more nervous, with a big smile in her face, trying to cover that she was about to panick.

Why to mentionate Gaveo that she bought all the slaves in the black market, to take the taxes money for herself... auch, auch, auch... she only hoped that Priestess don't ask for some slave papers, or all will end in the Abyss for her and her dauhter, the initated...