-- A Bottle, Not Just A Bottle --

[silk_in_ebony]

Guess I should sell off the few items I've gathered today. Need to eat, after all.

Should probably attempt to polish them up a bit first, though. Going to get a better price if they look shiny and in good condition, right?

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[darklilprincess]

So long as you sell them at the price they are truly worth, I am sure the masters of this land will buy your items from you.

[ooc: why yes, daddy, your daughter is heavily cursed. x3]

[silk_in_ebony]

I surely hope so, or else I will be starving tonight.

[ooc: Oh boy. x3 And Daddy is heavily cursed as well. ♥]

[darklilprincess]

Starve?

Do you serve no master to keep yourself from starving?

[silk_in_ebony]

What master would want me? I have nothing of use to a master.

[foxy_physician]

[There is an plain oil lamp amongst his finds for the day. It is of a bronze sheen, though perhaps it was once gold. It wears no jewels, and is very plain, like those of its kind made for function rather than decoration. It is clear that it has been exposed to sun and rain and wind, and the elements have beaten down upon it until it looks as it does today--old and weathered, a relic dating hundreds of years past. However, there is an elegance to it still, and a quiet air of timeless beauty.]

[There is nothing to depict the mystery that lies in wait for whomsoever possesses this lamp . . .]

[silk_in_ebony]

[It is the last of the items he needs to clean up. Mitsuhide picks up the lamp and examines it carefully. Perhaps someone attached to the relics of the past might desire it.]

[With care, he takes a scrap of cloth and begins to rub it over.]

I hope this shines up well...

[Rub, rub, rub...]

[foxy_physician]

[The key has been turned, and the cogwheels of fate click into place . . . ]

[There is a shiver of pure magic, as the sea washes over the shore, and a plume of sweetly perfumed smoke rises from the oil lamp. There, in the white, concealing mist, lies the sensuous silhouette of a woman. She is soft, almost a dream, before she slowly takes form with the gasp of one coming to life--a visage of beauty and seduction, one of gentle curves, soft, inviting skin, and a slender, willowy form.]

[Then, she is no longer a vision, but a truth--a woman, standing before him, clad in the sheerest, the finest of silk and chiffon in the most delicate shade of old rose. Her belly and her shoulders are bared for him to see, and as she sinks to her knees before him, the sweet sound of tinkling bells and chiming jewels rustle in her garb as she supplicates herself before him.]

Master.

[Her voice is sweetly demure, and her mahogany eyes are trained upon his feet.]

[silk_in_ebony]

[Shock.]

[Extreme shock. Mitsuhide actually drops the lamp, eyes open wide at what has just happened. Lamp... smoke... woman... master... MAGIC?]

W-W-What? Master? Me?

[He looks around. There is nobody else nearby.]

I'm... I'm not your master!