Melisa returned to Rakia's workshop an hour later.
To be honest, she wasn't sure if she was hoping Rakia would be done or if she wanted to catch a replay, but whatever the case, she was back and hopefully ready. She knocked again... though a bit more cautiously this time.
"Safe to come in?"
"Yep! Clothed and everything!"
Melisa pushed the door open.
Rakia sat cross-legged on a pile of cushions, wearing a silk robe that split at the middle, almost making it look like a particularly flowy coat. The nim woman from earlier, Rhamie, was gone.
"Sorry about earlier!" Rakia bounced to her feet. "I forgot to put up the 'busy' sign!"
"You have a busy sign?"
"No, but I should get one!" Rakia grinned. "So! You came back! That means you must REALLY want to help with the festival!"
"Yeah, I figured we need to counter the Shadow Mage propaganda somehow."
"Exactly! Art defeats hate! Love conquers fear! Orgasms unite all races!"
Melisa blinked.
"That last one doesn't fit the pattern."
