He chuckled, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Ishgardian's aren't exactly on good terms with perfumes", he said, silkily. "Cosmetics, yes. Perfumes, no. But..."
He reached into a saddlebag, rummaging around before producing a small package wrapped in soft, thin leather. Unwrapping it, he displayed an ornately carved box of dark wood and silver inlays. He grinned wickedly, sliding open the top to reveal a tiny bottle. An oily amber liquid pooled inside.
"Mandissarette", he purred. "I bought it on the way up to Coerthas. The Duskwights who sold it to me claimed that none could resist the woman who wore it. Experience bore out their claims", he continued with a smile, "though the miqo'te nose is famously sensitive."
He reached into a saddlebag, rummaging around before producing a small package wrapped in soft, thin leather. Unwrapping it, he displayed an ornately carved box of dark wood and silver inlays. He grinned wickedly, sliding open the top to reveal a tiny bottle. An oily amber liquid pooled inside.
"Mandissarette", he purred. "I bought it on the way up to Coerthas. The Duskwights who sold it to me claimed that none could resist the woman who wore it. Experience bore out their claims", he continued with a smile, "though the miqo'te nose is famously sensitive."
