Izolda and Zima being silly

[09:31] * Zima stands nervously outside of Izolda's door over in the Kommander's building. Bad enough she had to actually enter the place that Boris lived in, but she is really kind of dreading what may come of the next few hours. Still, she promised...
[09:31] <Zima> She raises her hand and knocks.
[09:32] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Yes my dear?" The voice comes from...behind her. Izolda might have seen her coming and snuck out a window. At least, one could assume that if they thought Izolda was a childish person.
[09:37] * Zima jumps about three feet straight up into the air. After landing once again, she spins around, hand clutched over her heart. "Don't DO that!"
[09:39] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Do not do what my dear?" She raises an eyebrow "Walk to my own room? Do you really think you have the right to deny me that?"
[09:40] <Zima> She starts to respond and then stops, mouth open. She turns to the side, pouting. "I meant scaring the hell out of me."
[09:41] * Izolda_Alkaev shakes her head...and flicks Zima's ear. She's fortunetly not wearing her reinforced gloves but it still hurts. "Language my dear. Such words have no buisness in the mouth of a young lady."
[09:42] * Zima yelps and flinches, holding her abused ear and giving Izolda a wounded glare. Of course, when no apology is forthcoming, she lowers her gaze. "...Sorry."
[09:43] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Sorry...Ma'am. If I am to teach you, I will be your teacher." She grins, licking her lips "And are you interested in learning...everything?~"
[09:47] <Zima> Whatever smartass reply Zima has is swallowed when she looks up again, meeting Izolda's gaze. Instead she ekes out a tiny, "Yes ma'am."
[09:47] * Izolda_Alkaev smiles wider...and ruffles Zima's hair. "Good girl. Now, shall we go have your...lessons?~"
[09:50] <Zima> Already red in the face, she nods mutely, and steps aside to let the woman have access to her own door.
[09:50] * Izolda_Alkaev opens the door. "I thought you would prefer...private lessons, yes? You are not yet ready to be...shown off~"
[09:52] <Zima> "...Yes?" she ventures, following her inside.
[09:53] <Izolda_Alkaev> "You are ready? Or you'd rather be with me...in private?~" The room inside is...simpler than Zima would have expected. The bed covers are very high quality and with a lot more blankets than most other people get...but as a whole it's more what you'd expect from a wealthy merchant, not nobility.
[09:56] <Zima> "N-no, I was agreeing with you, but, uh..." She trails off as she looks around briefly.
[09:56] <Zima> "I mean, yes, I'd rather be--" Then she stops, face flaming again as what she was about to say finally registers.
[09:57] <Izolda_Alkaev> The ear gets flicked again. "A young lady does not say 'umm' or 'err' or such things. She speaks elegantly and with purpose."
[09:59] * Zima flinches again, holding her ear protectively. "Yes, ma'am."
[10:00] * Izolda_Alkaev grins like a shark "That is better. Now...what were you saying before? That you'd rather be..."
[10:02] <Zima> She actually keeps her mouth shut before figuring out what she wants to say...for once. "I meant, ma'am, that you were right, and that I'm not ready to be 'shown off'."
[10:04] * Izolda_Alkaev nods "I would very much agree. Can you imagine how everyone would look on you if I took you out there and...showed you off in front of all those people?~"
[10:05] <Zima> Aaaaaand her face goes bright red again, but instead of stammering an answer (and probably receiving another flick to her ear) she just shakes her head violently.
[10:08] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Yes...I can imagine how you would find it rather...overwhelming. Exausting even. We must work you up towards that~" The shark-like grin remains.
[10:11] <Zima> She swallows rather heavily, before timidly nodding. "Y-yes, ma'am." Another gulp, eyes fixated on that grin. "What first?"
[10:11] <Izolda_Alkaev> "How well do you think you can use your tongue?~"
[10:19] <Zima> "Oh, well...I had a couple of peo--whaaaaat?" The incredulous stare, this time, is accompanied by her face practically glowing, and she totters unsteadily for a moment before regaining her balance.
[10:20] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Tell me my dear~ I am not letting you leave until you have been...tested~"
[10:21] * Izolda_Alkaev leans in, less than an inch from Zima's face. Her perfume is very strong.
[10:39] * Zima retreats her head, though she doesn't take any steps. Yet. Given the half-fearful look on her face, though... "Te...tested how? Ma'am."
[10:40] <Izolda_Alkaev> "How do you THINK one's tongue is tested, my dear?~" She leans in more, her white smile shining. "After all...there is so very much one can do~"
[10:46] <Zima> "W-well..." Suddenly her eyes are everywhere BUT on Izolda's face. "I mean, I can think of a couple of ways, but one of them isn't really feasible and the other one isssssss a little more subjective I guess and probably not the right method to use?" She laughs half-heartedly, by this point leaning about as far back as she can go without falling over.
[10:48] * Izolda_Alkaev raises an eyebrow...and gives her a push with one finger...the bed right behind Zima... "Hmm...perhaps~"
[11:01] <Zima> Her arms windmill until she just loses her balance entirely...but, expecting the impact of the floor, she gets the pleasant surprise of bouncing on the bed. Still, her eyes were screwed shut in anticipation, and she opens them after a second in surprise. "...oh. Haha. The bed was right there." She blinks. "The bed..." Her eyes dart to Izolda's smirk, and her face flames again...but the fear of the ear-flick keeps her from stammering further.
[11:02] * Izolda_Alkaev grins wider "Indeed. Is finding yourself in my bed suprising and unwelcome?~"
[11:04] <Zima> "W-well, surprising yes definitely a surprise but uh not very unwelcome I mean it's pretty comfortable but I thought it was really soon for that I mean we've only really just met so..."
[11:05] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Too soon, perhaps?" She pouts a bit...and narrows her eyes at Zima.
[11:06] <Zima> "W-w-well I mean I'm not complaining and if you really want to I mean I guess I don't *not* I just thought it might be a little awkward because of that but if you're ready then I think I am too." Pause for breath...and the torrent of words seems to have dried up as well.
[22:07] <Izolda_Alkaev> (2:05:11 AM) Izolda_Alkaev: "Too soon, perhaps?" She pouts a bit...and narrows her eyes at Zima.
[22:07] <Izolda_Alkaev> (2:06:57 AM) Zima: "W-w-well I mean I'm not complaining and if you really want to I mean I guess I don't *not* I just thought it might be a little awkward because of that but if you're ready then I think I am too." Pause for breath...and the torrent of words seems to have dried up as well.
[22:07] * Izolda_Alkaev smiles widely...and sits down next to Zima...
[22:09] <Zima> She lays there, eyes darting nervously around, not making a move one way or another.
[22:10] * Izolda_Alkaev leans in more "So...anyway....there is ever so much we must discuss...yes?~"
[22:11] <Zima> She nods helplessly, entranced. "D-discuss...yes..."
[22:12] <Izolda_Alkaev> "After all...there must be lessons." She's a hair's breadth from Zima, licking her lips...
[22:14] <Zima> "Lessons..." she echoes quietly, letting her eyes slide closed and maybe, just maybe, tilting her chin up a little...
[22:14] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Oh yes...the many clever things with your tongue~"
[22:19] <Zima> "I know one or two..." she mumbles again, eyes still closed.
[22:22] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Oh...wonderful...after all, we need to give you Elocution lesson~"
[22:24] <Zima> Her eyes snap back open. "Electrocution?" Fully alert, she tries to sit up, just barely avoiding clonking foreheads (or, perhaps, forehead-to-horns) with Izolda.
[22:25] <Izolda_Alkaev> "...elocution, the art of talking." She raises an eyebrow "What did you THINK I was talking about when I was talking about clever tongues?~"
[22:26] <Zima> She sits there for a second as everything processes quickly, and then buries her face in her hands, the blush traveling to her ears and down her neck in spite of attempts to hide it. "...Not that," she admits, her words muffled slightly.
[22:29] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Oh?~ What were you thinking of then?~"
[22:30] <Zima> "...You're going to flick my ear again, so I'm going to keep that to myself, thank you."
[22:31] * Izolda_Alkaev flicks her ear again. "Do not talk back to your teacher. If I tell you to do something, you should." She grins, sharklike again. "Anything~"
[22:32] <Zima> She cradles her ear protectively. "Okay, okay, I'll stop. Ma'am."
[22:33] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Very good. You should concider yourself fortunate that I don't make you call me mistress~ I'm sure I have a riding crop around here somewhere~" She stands up, hips swaying as she paces...
[22:36] <Zima> "No!" She swallows. "I mean...No, ma'am, that won't be necessary..."
[22:41] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Are you sure?~"
[22:42] <Zima> "Yes, ma'am." She sits up straight. "Completely sure."
[23:01] <Izolda_Alkaev> "If you insist~ I will tell you if that chances. Now...talk~" She listens to Zima's accent, getting a feel for it...
[23:03] <Zima> "Yes, ma'am." She begins an inconsequential story about her childhood, involving their move into Khador and her parents' effective conscription into working on the rail system. Interestingly, when she talks about her earlier days her accent is somewhat Cygnaran, but it shifts back to a Khadoran dialect quickly.
[23:03] * Izolda_Alkaev is also checking if she sounds low-born Khadoran or High-Class...
[23:06] * Zima mostly sounds low-born, as her parents are industrial workers pretty much. But her Cygnaran accent is less obvious in that regard.
[23:07] * Izolda_Alkaev nods "We shall have to work on your accent to an extent. You sound like a commoner."
[23:08] <Zima> "...Well, to be fair, I am, ma'am. But I can do that. Do you have a specific sound in mind?"
[23:10] * Izolda_Alkaev nods "The sound of a young noblelady. Not royalty...but high born and respectable. Someone most in place at a ball~"
[23:12] <Zima> She nods. "Very well, ma'am. Although, if you'll allow this disrespect, I hope you're not expecting me to keep up a conversation based solely on gossip."
[23:14] <Izolda_Alkaev> "And what would I do if I DID take it as disrespect?~ Fetch the riding crop?~"
[23:16] * Zima swallows heavily again. "Please no? Ma'am."
[23:20] <Izolda_Alkaev> "You nearly forgot 'Ma'am', didn't you?~"
[23:21] * Zima shakes her head emphatically. "No ma'am, not that time. It just...didn't...seem to...fit in the question."
[23:27] <Izolda_Alkaev> "I see...but to answer your question? Pretending to enjoy things is something that nobility must learn. From the dance floor to the dining room, the ballroom to the bedroom~"
[23:29] <Zima> Her cheeks redden again, but she presses on. "Oh, well. In that case, pretending to enjoy it is no problem."
[23:31] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Still...I would like to think you never need to pretend to enjoy with me~"
[23:33] <Zima> "I've had no reason to so far, ma'am," she replies softly, still blushing.
[23:35] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Oh, most excellent." She continues pacing hips swaing wide with each step...
[23:43] * Zima watches her for a minute. "...Ma'am, what else did you have planned for today?"
[23:44] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Elocution, mostly...as well as some stance and movement training~"
[00:00] <Zima> "Ah, I see. So...how different from you should I sound, ma'am? I mean, you mentioned a young noblelady, but that's what you are, right?"
[00:04] <Izolda_Alkaev> "I am, yes. And I would like to hope you sound similar to me...well, in some ways." She grins. "Not quite so...dominent, after all. That could lead to conflict~"
[00:06] <Zima> She smiles. "No, ma'am. I'd never think that way."
[00:08] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Oh good. I imagine that being...submissive...to nobility is more natural for you~" Her voice almost drips as she looks like a cat staring at a canary...
[00:12] * Zima blinks a couple of times, some of the red returning to her cheeks. Again. "Yyyyes ma'am?"
[00:12] * Izolda_Alkaev puts a finger under Zima's chin. "That is correct, yes?~
[00:15] <Zima> She freezes in place. Her eyes try to find the finger in spite of the impossibility. "Yes, ma'am..."
[00:17] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Oh...how wonderful." She gives a musical laugh. "Now I'm wondering if I should be training you to be a young lady...or my maid~"
[00:19] <Zima> That seems to provoke a different reaction. She jerks her chin off of Izolda's finger, refusing to look at her but radiating tension. "I'm no maid."
[00:20] * Izolda_Alkaev laughs again. "And finally, you push back. I was wondering what it would take before you stood up for yourself~"
[00:22] * Zima looks up, narrowing her eyes. "Well, I think you found it. Ma'am."
[00:23] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Oh good. No matter how darling I think you would have looked, I like my friends with some backbone~" She sits down next to Zima again, the smile looking less predatory.
[00:26] <Zima> That seems to trip her up again, as her look softens. "...Thanks. I mean that."
[00:27] <Izolda_Alkaev> "Oh?~ Now...what makes you so opposed to me forcing you into a maid's dress?" Despite her words, her smile is a bit softer...
[00:35] <Zima> "Well...look, you can't tell this to anyone, okay?"
[00:35] <Izolda_Alkaev> "You have my word as nobility." She puts her hand over her heart.
[00:44] <Zima> 
ACTION nods, and appears to steel herself. "Right when I first enlisted, a couple of the officers gave me a dressing-down for a minor infraction that they didn't punish the men for nearly as hard. They told me I'd only be good for two things: soiling bedsheets, or cleaning them." She shrugs. "One of them needed wooden teeth afterward. The other...I'm not sure he'll be 'soiling bedsheets' any time soon, either. But, uh...that's kind
[00:49] * Izolda_Alkaev nods...and the grin gets more than a bit predatory again. "Well...I have no intention of forcing you to do either...unless you want to~ I'm nobility, not an officer."
[00:53] <Zima> She nods. "I like the nobles, ma'am. I'm...trying to get past that, so that I stop being a bi--uh. Sorry, ma'am. So that I stop being nasty to the Kommander." She kind of...shrinks in on herself a little. "And if you want either of those th-then...thenyoujusthavetoask," she finishes, quickly and quietly.
[00:54] <Izolda_Alkaev> "...I beg your pardon?~"
[00:58] <Zima> "I said to just ask, ma'am, instead of forcing it..."
[01:00] <Izolda_Alkaev> "So if I asked, you'd dress up as a New Khadoran Maid and wait on me?~" Yep, that smile is VERY predatory again...
[01:08] * Zima smiles and switches to speaking Llaelese. "Oui, madame, je vais le faire pour vous."
[01:09] * Izolda_Alkaev laughs musically. "Oh, how fantastic~ Still, I would not have you do anything you do not want to do."
[01:11] <Zima> She nods, still smiling. "It's...nice to hear that. Maybe some day, we'll confuse everyone else on the base with it."
[01:13] <Izolda_Alkaev> "That would be fantastic. I have GOT to teach you how to sway your hips correctly before that though~"