Yaisa sits on his lap. "Do you know what I think you are?" she says. "I think you are a nice boy who would love all kinds of things you've somehow failed to realize you can now just have. It's like if you were to half think to yourself that it would be nice, to arrange for a girl some kind of wonderful torment that doesn't require your direct supervision and then walk off and leave her to her fate while you go teach logic classes, you would not particularly have the other half of the thought that you could just do it any minute you wanted to. But maybe I'm wrong and it's just that you never ever even once had the first half of the thought, which is strange, because I don't even top much and I had that almost as soon as I felt desire."

Okay the lap and the questions both simultaneously were a bit much for his brain to handle right away but, he is definitely not asking Yaisa to stop here.  Or slow down.  Or change anything about herself really.

"Yeah, you've got me.  Back in Civilization, I shut thoughts like that down, because, I mean, I could not afford to pay for hiring a full-time sex worker who I wasn't even using full-time and was just, having things happen to her while I wasn't around, for most of the day.  Back in Civilization, that's the territory of, first make your first hundred thousand gold pieces and then dream about that.  It's not particularly healthy to fantasize now about things you can only get later."

"No submissives, see.  Even if somebody was in love with you, they wouldn't particularly want to do that for you."

"I would be so rich if I had gotten dropped on your Civilization," Yaisa says longingly. "....anyway. Now you made your first hundred thousand gold pieces, or have the purchasing power as if you did anyway, so you have some dreaming to catch up on, that's my diagnosis."

"You sure would be rich," if you were real, the thought inevitably comes to him, and gets tossed aside much as he previously tossed aside thoughts about hiring full-time sex workers.  "Though, I mean, possibly even more because of your magic and your otherworldly knowledge.  But yeah, also the Keepers would secretly tell the twenty richest people in the world, who had already found out they were sadists, and who you were predicted to like a lot, that there was one pretty masochist whose time they could bid on; and they would be your harem."

"My brain is still refusing to try and figure out what it wants to do with you, with an offer like that.  It seems to think that whatever it comes up will be something it's not allowed to have and you'll actually say no and then it will hurt.  Do you want to name - one thing?  One of the least perverted ones, so as not to shock me."

Yaisa is pretty sure even alter Yaisa would take a moment to herself to privately boggle at the idea that he believes she could say no to him so deeply that he's refusing to figure out what he wants out of anticipation of how it'd hurt if she did. 

dath ilan would make her very rich and she likes it just for that but what a terrible place it must be for knowing what you want!! 

"You could tell me to stay here while you teach your afternoon lecture and touch myself but not get off until you come back," she says patiently to this tragic abused refugee of Good.

The sudden flood of desire that rushes through him then is strong enough that Keltham feels (falsely) like he is having trouble breathing.

Dath ilani male clothing is by default made to contain and direct erections in such fashion as to not be outwardly visible; if somebody is sitting on your lap, they may be able to tell.  Yaisa can probably tell.

He cannot tell her yes, his brain is still confused and halted by that impossible offer, but such a thing as Yaisa has said, coming from a girl on his lap, has to be answered somehow.

"Carissa thought you were a masochist," Keltham says hoarsely.  "Are you?  If the answer is yes, I'm going to bite you."  He's not sure if he's allowed to ask permission, but this seems like it should serve the same function.

Yaisa feels that Keltham was falsely advertised as requiring advanced technique to seduce. This is not advanced technique. This is extremely beginner technique. Has Carissa Sevar just been reporting to everyone that she seduced Keltham with extremely advanced techniques and no one has checked. Or maybe Carissa Sevar did seduce Keltham with extremely advanced technique and as a result everyone assumed he required it, somehow.

She does not answer Keltham but she slides her hands under his shirt and raises her head to bear her throat to him and whispers "find out". 

That doesn't make any sense, first because you should know if somebody is a masochist before you bite them, and second because even after you've bitten them you're not going to be able to tell from the taste if they were a masochist or not.

...but it's sufficiently obvious that this is actually 'yes' that he only thinks those thoughts momentarily and in a fraction of his mind before the greater part of himself plunges down to Yaisa's neck and bites hard.

(Keltham is not, at this point in time, thinking that second-circle wizard students are any easier to injure than third-circle Worldwound veterans; he's just thinking he's in a universe of absurd masochists who happen to be absurdly resilient because anthropic selection that's why.)

That is definitely harder than people who wanted her to enjoy it have ever bitten Yaisa.

Yaisa doesn't particularly mind this, and she does not at all want it to interrupt her flow of seducing Keltham here, but Carissa was incredibly insistent about this point: do not pretend to enjoy it. Even if it's really easy, even if for you the line between pretending to enjoy sex and actually enjoying sex is very thin, even if it's going to ruin the mood. It might be a test by Keltham; it's definitely a test by me. 

This was followed by training from Subirachs on this skill, which felt and still feels completely ridiculous but Yaisa is, actually, a fast learner, and very smart, even if 'smart' is not the angle from which she prefers to be perceived. 

She whimpers, and looks at Keltham.  "Bite me less hard than that, if me being a masochist is the point."

Her skin is lightly broken, bleeding, as never happened with him and Carissa.

Go away, inner horror and panic, this is obviously not actually an inner-horror-and-panic situation.

"I am both - sorry for having hurt you more than I intended, I thought everyone would be as damage-resistant as Carissa, and also - I don't know if you'll understand this part - I am very grateful that this is something that people in Cheliax and in this universe will ever say to me."

"You're bleeding a bit.  Should I heal the area?  Fourth-circle cleric, I've got a lot of it on tap."

"Probably? I'm not not down for you to hurt me more than I know I can handle but if you are trying to do something not very perverted, today, then - probably." See, this is much less sexy than just rolling with it.

He lays a hand lightly on the area, and channels positive energy, much more than the wound seems it should require, not so much that the flash will extend beyond the confines of the room.

The emergency, which, in fact, was never an emergency in the first place, is now over, got that, brain?

"See? Completely fine," Yaisa says reassuringly. She feels extremely weird about this interaction but hopefully soon they'll get back to territory she's familiar with.

"That's what I figured.  Just a second while I reboot my libido."

...Thinking back to Yaisa's earlier offer to stay here and touch herself is almost instantly enough to return his libido to nearly-full power, and also fully replicates the resulting brain crash.

"So.  Yaisa.  My brain just crashed again from trying again to process the idea of ordering you to," wow he is actually embarrassed to say this, which isn't going to stop him because dignity, "stay here and masturbate all afternoon, without orgasm, until I got back, it's -"

"Part of me is turned on to the point of wanting to fuck you right here and never mind being visible through the window or that there's an important contract you have to sign first.  Part of me is saying things like 'Wouldn't Yaisa get bored if she literally had to do that all afternoon, wouldn't she need at least a book of erotica or something.'  Part of me just doesn't believe I can have this until it knows the price, and won't believe it, can't believe it, refuses to reach out for it, until it knows that the price is something it can pay -"

"I had this problem with Carissa too, it's not about something you did wrong to make it happen.  It's just some part of me that thinks this must cost ten thousand gold pieces or you're entitled under Chelish law to demand a child from me afterwards."

"Can I solve this by saying, sure, twenty gold, ten more if you don't let me get off this evening?"

"Well, and now some other part of my brain is skeptical about how that is either two or three weeks of wages for a second-circle wizard, and is complaining that - well, I guess I could afford to hire you on a daily basis but it'd be enough of my current income that I wouldn't feel comfortable."

"You know, I have this strange and beautiful spell that prevents unfair trades?  I don't know if you were joking or not, but I could tap you with that and you could name a non-joking price, and I think maybe then my brain would actually believe whatever figure you gave.  But that's a variety of truth-compulsion so you can obviously say no."

" - sure, go ahead. I didn't even know there was a spell like that." Shoot, now she has to figure out what she thinks a fair price is for something Keltham is entitled to have for free. 

Boop!

"I'd charge someone else five silver. I have no idea if that's a fair price for you because I'd in fact do it for free," she says truthfully.

"Thank you.  You've just made that part of me very happy."  Then he pokes her in the ribs, hard (but not Carissa hard, not as hard as possible).  "That said, your prices make no sense, your earning power is at least twelve gold per week, and that's more like two gold per day than half a gold per day... I guess as a wizard you could potentially use up all your magic in the morning and then be available for naughtiness in the afternoon and evening, so maybe it doesn't trade off against your magic job.  But still, that can't possibly be a fair price for you, even if you believe it is."

"I could earn twelve gold a week if I, you know, set up a laundromat and copied papers and sold rich people Endure Elements on hot days and nabbed people coming off the boats to offer them Comprehend Languages, which is a lot more work than fucking guys I already like and saving my spells for myself to have fun with."