Miss Vaux makes a thoughtful noise.

"I notice you haven't mentioned..."

She comes over and sits on the bed next to them.

"There's a question I like to ask, when I'm explaining this kind of thing. And it's this: Would you rather read a fictional story about a character who has your fantasy happen to them 'for real' and enjoys it unexpectedly, or a fictional story about a character who shares your fantasy and has it fulfilled in the story in a safe way that you'd actually want to do in reality?"

"The first one?"

She says it as a question but her answer is immediate.

Raafi nods. "There's nothing wrong with that but it does make things harder. And it's usually not so important that people aren't willing to compromise on it to be safe. If it is for you - you'd want to talk to Kat or one of her friends about it, in my world, to figure out what parts of it are important to you and how you can do what you want as safely as you can."

"Okay."

Scyelen is maybe starting to believe, just a bit, that any of this is possible. It's making her eyes blur with tears a little and also has her suddenly very turned on.

"You'll t-take me there? S-Someday?"

"Someday, yeah. I'll have to figure out how, first, but when my magic is a little stronger I can do it for sure."

Lots of flushed blushing. Her body is totally ignoring the part where the implications of this promise are separated from her by a large gap of time. Also, she is still on Raafi's lap, but he isn't... at all the, counterpart, to whatever she is? Also, she kinda suspects he might prefer men.

"Seems like you might want a little time to yourself to think about all of this." He gives her a squeeze and then scoops her back onto the bed. "My room is right down the hall if you have more questions when you're done."

Scyelen doesn't, actually, pick up on what he's implying, but if he feels like they're done talking, she isn't going to argue.

"Okay."

He heads to the door, holding it open for Miss Vaux. "I appreciate the furniture, by the way."

"It was going spare, and I figured you'd need something."

She pauses in the doorway, glancing back at Scyelen for a moment with a crafty gleam in her eye, before following Raafi out.

"It's really remarkable how they're reacting - or not - to having me here. I know it's unprecedented but you'd think they'd have some idea of what to do about it. I'll figure it out, though." And then they're at his room. He looks around at it. "-I think I'll put down a rug, at least, give me a minute?" He starts getting out his portable hole.

"Alright, that's new."

But it feels like elven magic.

"Storage magic, a traveler's best friend." He lays it out and climbs down. "I wasn't planning on ending up in a new world, but I like to be prepared no matter where I find myself. -ah, there it is." There are a few noises of exertion and then he tosses a rolled up rug out of the pit and climbs up after it. "This was meant to be a trade sample, but I'll take the loss." He unrolls it and sits there, leaving the chair for her.

Sure, she can take the chair.

After a moment, she huffs in amusement. "I suspect that Scyelen missed your oblique suggestion, back there. Which is probably a good thing, actually."

"Oh?"

"Do you think she wouldn't be too embarrassed to pleasure herself if she realized you were deliberately leaving her alone for exactly that purpose?"

"-ah. I'm really not used to this level of repression, I'll have to be more careful." He sighs. "Hell of a thing to be dropped into the middle of like this."

"She could have, admittedly, been far, far less lucky," Cameron muses. "Imagine if she got, like, a judgmental mind-reader who voluntarily took a vow of celibacy."

"Presumably they just wouldn't've stayed. Which wouldn't have been better, but at least it'd be a different problem. But you did get me and not Katri; I'm open-minded, but I'm really not an expert."

"...you tried," she offers in an attempt to be generous.

He nods. "I'm not too shaken up about it. I just - it's a known issue, with clerics, that we forget that our calling isn't so important to anyone else, that they aren't going to be as good as it as we are or even want to be as good at it. I want her to be okay, but this isn't actually my calling, you know?"

"Suppose I can imagine."

She gives him a wry, curious smile.

"How do you know this 'Katri' anyway?"

"Two reasons, one of which is a little private. But clerics of Fharlanghn are explorers, and not just in the literal sense. He encourages us to try new things, in all realms of life. Other religions, too - our gods aren't usually jealous, and Fharlanghn doesn't offer moral guidance, so we get that elsewhere. And it turns out Lastai has a pretty good philosophy, on top of the fun, so I've stuck with her as a lay follower, and Katri is my spiritual advisor."

"Spiritual advisor, huh. I love that that isn't a euphemism, even when it is."

She shakes her head.

"I'd love to vacation there, but I think this realm needs me more. I didn't actually have to invent kink myself but sometimes it feels like I did."

He nods. "You should definitely visit, but if this is where your path is, this is where you should be. Unfortunately Lastai's a newer goddess, and she's had some trouble getting established; I can't promise that the church will have much practical help to offer you."