Service and/or Provider's Name:
Yasui Shizuru (安井 静流) @ Heart and Heart
Date of Encounter:
April 24, 2018
Contact Method:
http://a-heartandheart.com/top/profile?id=145
Appointment Length & Costs:
60 min ¥19,000
Type/Location:
In Shop
Language Notes:Japanese is required for Shizuru
Details of the Encounter:
Me: Ned.
PM: Of course.
Me: Of course!
PM: [sighs] Did you bring dice?
Me: Wait, what’s wrong with Ned?
PM: Nothing; did you bring dice or do you need some?
Me: Hey, hey, hey, seriously, you don’t find Ned’s story compelling?
PM: Whatever. Dice or no?
Me: Of course I brought dice. But, seriously, you don’t find Ned compelling? A fallen paladin?
PM: Whatever. Let’s start.
Me: Abandoned by his goddess? Left by her to rot in a Pit of Despair for 20 years.
PM: When we left off, you were walking down a street…
Me: She let them cut out his heart, knowing he was cursed to live on without it, man. She doomed him to this quest to find a new heart…
PM: Yeah, and he looks for one in the choicest places, right? So, like I said, you’re walking down a street in the seedy part of town. The red light district, to use the modern term. The Harlot’s Quarter.
Me: Does anyone look promising?
PM: [rolls] There are no ladies out, just men. They’re touts and pimps, some greasy, some well-dressed. Most are ignoring you. They turn their heads when you walk by.
Me: I’m not wearing armor, they can’t see my paladin rune…
PM: No, but they know your type. Besides, the cotton shirt you’re wearing hangs open and they can see the jagged scar on your chest where your heart was removed. It creeps them right the fuck out, to be honest.
Me: So does nobody look like they’ll talk to me?
PM: [rolls] You keep walking and… [rolls] Yeah, there’s a place up ahead, the guy out front opens the door and bows at you.
Me: What does it look like? Is there any kind of a sign?
PM: It looks OK. Pretty clean, the guy is younger than you but not super young. Clean cut kind of guy. What’s your language skill?
Me: [checks sheet] +4
PM: Alright, he doesn’t speak Common, but you understand him well enough to know what he’s saying. He bows again and says, “Welcome to Heart and Heart.”
Me: Seriously? “Heart and Heart”? And I’m questing for a…
PM: Do you go in or not?
Me: Sure. Of course. How could I not?
PM: Turns out there are three guys in there. They’re not armed. They look friendly. One of them shows you a portrait of a young girl. He says her name is Shizuru.
Me: Seizure? What?
PM: Shi-zu-ru.
Me: Where do you get these…?
PM: You wanna keep questioning me, pissing me off? I’ll throw a chance encounter at you and you won’t like it.
Me: Fine. My bad. Shizuru. How’s she look?
PM: Kind of hard to tell from the portrait. You know from experience it’s probably not a very close representation of her. But even in the photo, she’s not dazzling. She’s young, slender. Kinda cute.
Me: I ask the guy with the picture…
PM: He says she’s really sweet. “Very sweet girl,” he says. “Very kind.”
Me: OK, but I ask him…
PM: He says, “She has a big heart.”
Me: Seriously? She has a heart. In Heart and Heart…
PM: He’s looking at you expectantly and the other two are shifting from foot to foot. They want an answer. Are you in or out?
Me: In. Of course. Again, how can I say no?
PM: OK, so you pay the fee and they bow a lot and show you to like a waiting room kind of thing, and they bring you this weak tea and a little wet towel in case you want to wipe your face or something.
Me: Alright.
PM: [rolls] What’s your language skill again?
Me: Plus four.
PM: So, one of the guys comes back in and asks if you’ll help them with another customer who only speaks Common.
Me: What? Are you serious? I don’t want to do that. I’m not supposed to be in a place like this; I’m a paladin…
PM: Former paladin.
Me: I am on the road to redemption…
PM: Sure seems like it from the places you frequent…
Me: Fine, I’ll talk to this guy.
PM: They want you to tell him that the only ladies who speak Common are gone for the day. Come back tomorrow.
Me: I tell him.
PM: [in a different voice] So, is there anywhere else I can go to get my yah-yahs off?
Me: What am I, a tour guide?
PM: [in the same voice] You kinda look like you know these places.
Me: Fuck. What does this nameless NPC want from me? I tell him stuff, OK? I send him up the road.
PM: To Mermaid? And you still think you have a shot at redemption?
Me: I don’t even know what that means. Let’s get on with it.
PM: He leaves, but he doesn’t thank you. He’s young and rude, what can I say? But the guys in the shop are tripping over themselves thanking you. They give you this card that has three or four stamps on it. They say if you get five stamps you can get a discount next time.
Me: I’m looking for a heart in a place called Heart and Heart meeting a girl named heart seizure or something, who has a big heart. Something tells me, I’m not going to need to come back ever again.
PM: Do you take the card?
Me: Sure.
PM: Alright, 10,000 XP for the translation and for the card. You wait a bit longer and the girl comes down these stairs and one of the guys calls to you to come meet her. She’s [rolls] actually pretty cute.
Me: Yeah?
PM: She’s better looking in real life than the portrait, and you know enough about these places to be surprised by that. She’s young and slender, just like the guy said, with dark shoulder-length hair. She’s a little rectangular instead of curvy, but she looks sexy in the mid-thigh green bodycon dress she’s wearing.
Me: ‘Bodycon’? Is that some kind of armor?
PM: She smiles and you notice her teeth are actually not great, but you’ve seen worse.
Me: Not great how?
PM: They’re a bit crooked and they are kind of brown. She’s a smoker, in other words.
Me: Great.
PM: It’s not so bad. Her face looks narrower than in the photo and her eyes are kind of close together, but you sort of like that, and she’s got actually a prettier-than-average nose. Long and thin…
Me: What’s her actual Charisma?
PM: Don’t metagame. She takes your hand and smiles and introduces herself, says her name is Yasui Shizuru.
Me: Yasui…?
PM: It means ‘cheap’ in this language.
Me: Oh, shit. Then what does Shizuru mean?
PM: She wants you to go up to the third floor with her. Do you go?
Me: Sure.
PM: The stairs are steep, but you make it without hurting yourself this time.
Me: You just won’t let me forget that time…
PM: She asks if you need to use the toilet, there’s one right next to the room.
Me: Can we skip this part?
PM: You get into the room and she’s being kind of formal.
Me: I take off my road-dusty jacket and hang it wherever I can.
PM: She laughs kind of nervously and protests that she’ll undress you.
Me: Fine, I let her. What’s her personality like, can I tell?
PM: [rolls] Kind of neutral right now. She seems a little guarded, like she’s figuring you out. She says she’s never ‘been with one of your kind.’
Me: Bluff check. [rolls] 12.
PM: As far as you can tell, she is probably telling the truth. Maybe.
Me: I’m going to try to be charming. Break the ice, so to speak.
PM: Roll it.
Me: Can I get any bonuses to my charisma? I’m not exactly winning beauty contests here.
PM: Mmm, she seems pretty happy and impressed that you can speak her language. That puts her at ease a bit. And she’s kind of decided you’ve got a sense of humor. So, I’ll give you some bonuses.
Me: [rolls] 14?
PM: [shrugs] Good enough. You’re not totally wining her over like you did Rua, but she laughs a bit and seems to like you well enough. She finishes undressing you by putting a green towel over your lap and removing your final undergarment. Then she stands up and starts to remove her own dress, facing away from you. She unzips the dress and wriggles out of it and it falls. She’s wearing black and red lingerie, but you can only see the back. She unhooks her bra and takes it off and tosses it aside, but she’s keeping you from seeing. It’s pretty obvious she’s doing it on purpose.
Me: Like she’s hiding something? Holy crap, is she going to turn around and have a scar on her chest, too?
PM: You get the feeling she’s just being sexy and coy by keeping you waiting to see her nude.
Me: Oh.
PM: Last, she pulls down her panties and casts them aside. Her rear end is not her best feature. Kind of square and flat. But you’ve seen worse. She finally turns around and she’s pretty cute. She’s got that long, rectangular shape, but her stomach is flat, her skin is pale like alabaster and smooth, her breasts are small but crested by Ned’s favorite kind of little pink suction cup nipples, and down below she has a neatly trimmed, dark womanly mound. She looks at you and cocks her head as if looking for a reaction.
Me: Ned says she’s cute.
PM: She smiles and says thank you and she holds out her hand. You notice that a tub has been filling over in a corner of the room, and it’s overflowing onto the floor and into a drain. She walks you that way and sits you on a strange chair that has the middle cut out, presumably so she can wash your undercarriage more easily.
Me: I’ve been on the road awhile. I wash my own underarms because I figure they probably stink.
PM: For some reason, she thinks this is really hilarious, that you are washing yourself and doing such a thorough job.
Me: I explain it to her.
PM: She mainly just seems to find you amusing. Not as much as some others have, but she seems happy enough. She asks if you want to get into the tub.
Me: Ned says he does, if she’s getting in with him.
PM: She says of course, but first she prepares toothbrushes for both of you and some kind of gargle mouthwash that tastes like a healing potion.
Me: Why would I need a…?
PM: It’s iodine or something, just fucking gargle with it or she’s probably not going to go any further.
Me: Fine. I brush, I gargle, I spit…
PM: She laughs.
Me: Why?
PM: She says you spit like a homosexual.
Me: She what?!
PM: She says the way you held your hand to the side of your mouth when you spit, you look effeminate. Anyway, it just adds to her sense of thinking you’re funny. She gets in the tub and leans over and kisses you. Light kisses, but they feel good. But after less than a minute she gets a mischievous look and slides her knees under Ned’s buttocks, forcing his member to rise above the water. She looks at him seductively and takes it in her mouth.
Me: Really? How is it?
PM: [rolls] Not bad. Not bad at all. After a few minutes, she wants to go to the bed. She says the bath is too hot for her. She kind of marvels at how hot Ned likes the water. She says the local guys can’t tolerate hot water for very long.
Me: We move to the bed, then.
PM: She dries you off…
Me: Then I dry her off.
PM: She thanks Ned, but again, she seems kind of put off by him doing stuff for her. It’s not the usual routine, she’s not sure how to behave. She kind of giggles and says thanks but she seems less happy about it. She’s kind of figured out that you’re not her usual customer, though, so she just kind of goes with it. So, you move to the bed now and she lies down on her right side. It’s kind of a good position for her, visually. It favors her long frame, so she looks pretty good right about now. Her small breasts stay perky as she rests on her right shoulder, and her left hip has a nice curve to it above the long smooth valley of her flat torso. She really has nice skin.
Me: Am I on the bed?
PM: If you want to be.
Me: OK, I kneel on the bed but I put my face down by her hip, and kiss her at the dip of her waist, just above her hip bone. My left hand strokes the length of her ribcage and my right lightly massages her left thigh in a hip to knee kind of motion. Meanwhile, I’m kissing her waist and her hip.
PM: Ok.
Me: How’s she reacting.
PM: [rolls] She’s making some noise like she likes it.
Me: What kind of noise, like Japanese porno noise, really high and squeaky and fake?
PM: No, more like normal western girl kind of noises.
Me: Do they sound real, or…?
PM: Roll a perception check.
Me: [rolls] 9.
PM: You have no idea. They don’t sound obviously fake, but there’s nothing to indicate they are particularly not fake either. She could be getting turned on or she could be mentally running through her shopping list.
Me: Hmm. OK, I knead her buttocks a little bit, gently.
PM: The moaning gets a little louder, but you still can’t be sure she’s not acting.
Me: Before I go on, you know from past experience, I’m going to do everything really gently, right? Soft touch. I don’t have to tell you each time, right? Ned figures a lot of these ladies get mauled all day, maybe it’s nice to have some soft touching. If she prefers it firm, she’ll eventually let him know, yeah?
PM: Maybe.
Me: OK, so I work my kissing around to the center of her abdomen, and I carefully guide her more into laying on her back. While I’m kissing and licking there, my left hand goes up and starts softly tracing semicircles under her left breast — not touching the nipple yet — and my right hand goes as far as I can get it down her thigh toward her knee. I’m going to simultaneously stroke the underside of her breast while running my finger softly up the inside of her thigh, while also kissing around her navel.
PM: What’s your Dexterity?
Me: Unmodified?
PM: Of course unmodified. You’re naked. Your boots of cat walking are across the room.
Me: 14, then.
PM: Roll it.
Me: [rolls] 16.
PM: Yeah, you can pull it off then.
Me: Anything?
PM: [rolls] She kind of likes it, yeah. She’s breathing a little more rapidly, squirming a bit. Still could be fake or real.
Me: OK, I’m going to kiss my way up her stomach now, but right when I get to the center of her chest, I’m going to lightly touch the tips of each nipple with a finger from each hand.
PM: [rolls] OK. That did something. She stopped moaning for an instant and shuddered. There was a little gasping noise like she was surprised by it.
Me: Ned traces circles around her nipples with the middle finger on each hand as he softly licks along her collarbone.
PM: Yes, she likes that.
Me: And then at unpredictable intervals, he lets the finger brush lightly across a nipple.
PM: [rolls] Oh yeah. She’s digging that. Ned can feel the tension building in her between nipple brushes and then when he lets a finger touch one, she writhes and exhales and she really seems to like it. What did you say your passive perception was? Fifteen?
Me: Yeah.
PM: Ned becomes aware of a soft aroma coming from around her neck. It’s a womanly musky scent.
Me: Ned moves his kisses up and around her neck looking for that scent. He’s going to lick and kiss the spot it’s coming from. Meanwhile he slides his left hand along her cheek softly and then twines his fingers into her hair. He’s gently cradling her head on the left side, putting soft pressure on her with his thumb and index finger. Kind of a skull massage.
PM: [rolls] She rubs against his left hand like a cat being petted. The aroma is getting ever-so-slightly stronger.
Me: Ned kisses around to the left nape of her neck.
PM: She tilts her head to let him at it better. She likes it.
Me: OK, then he slowly goes up to her ear. If the response is good or bad, he’s only going to kiss it once with a little breath in her ear and then move quickly away. Too much of a good thing isn’t a good thing and all.
PM: [rolls] She likes it. Ned notices the moaning sounds have changed. It’s hard to describe but they sound more natural. It stands to reason that if they are different now, while the aroma and the shudders are happening, then before may have been at least partially an act.
Me: And now isn’t?
PM: It could be surmised. I suppose she could have an A and B set of fake noises, but that isn’t the impression Ned is getting.
Me: Any clues from her eyes?
PM: [rolls] Closed. She opens them just barely and smiles when she sees Ned looking at her. She takes her left hand and puts it behind his head and softly guides his head toward her left breast.
Me: OK. He lets her push him down to her breast, but he just circles the left nipple with his tongue, same as he was doing with his fingers before, then he gives her nipple a quick flick.
PM: [rolls] She just had a big shudder and she let out kind of an involuntary yelp. She’s really hauling on Ned’s head like she wants him on that nipple more firmly.
Me: OK, but one last tease. Ned circles the left nipple with his tongue and zeroes in closer and closer, but right before he would get to it, he suddenly switches to the right breast and latches onto the nipple firmly. She won’t have been expecting that. The left was all ready and the right was getting ignored and then, bam.
PM: [rolls] Crit! She actually comes up off the bed. As she’s relaxing back down, she grabs Ned’s head and pulls his lips to hers. The kisses are still light but they’re urgent now, and her mouth is open, her tongue being a little more adventurous. She seems to be saying it’s OK for Ned to use tongue if he wants.
Me: Eh, he will a little bit, but Ned’s picking up clues from her as to what she likes, and he feels like the soft kisses are best.
PM: What next?
Me: So, before that last pulse subsides too much, Ned licks his way in a stripe down her chest and stomach, reaching up with both hands to lightly touch the nipples as he goes.
PM: She likes it.
Me: Then Ned finally gets his mouth down by her womanly valley and he puts his left hand over her hip to softly knead her buttocks while the right hand starts tracing a fingernail gently up her thighs.
PM: She’s having little spasms whenever that fingernail goes up her thigh.
Me: Alright, then finally he lets that finger just so softly touch the folds of her vulva.
PM: [rolls] It’s sopping wet. Really, really wet. Like, she’s not going to need any lube for this session kind of wet.
Me: Out-frigging-standing. Ned is really inspired by this. Um… how’s… you know, the smell down there?
PM: [rolls] Really good. Just the faintest muskiness to be sexy, but really clean smelling.
Me: Cool. Using just the thumb and index finger of his right hand, he softly parts her lips and touches his tongue to her clit.
PM: She exhales sharply. She pushes her hips up to meet his mouth. A glance up her body shows she’s rubbing her own little firm breasts and pulling at her nipples. A little more fluid runs out of her and it greets Ned’s fingers as she raises her hips. [rolls] She’s now completely aroused, so that’s a temporary +4 to Charisma until at least 30 minutes after all carnal activity ceases, or until Ned climaxes, whichever comes first. Roll a saving throw.
Me: Against what?
PM: Will.
Me: [rolls] Fucking hell. A natural one.
PM: Yeah, Ned’s completely under her spell now. He’s going to do whatever she wants for at least five rounds. He can tell she wants him to lick her clit harder.
Me: He lays his left cheek on her soft pelvis and starts working her clit with his tongue, more and more firmly. Meanwhile, the index and middle fingers of his right hand are stroking kind of firmly on either side of her outer labia, putting a little inward pressure on her clit whenever they get up to the top.
PM: She’s gushing and writhing. The sounds she’s making are all over the place: moans, exhales, sharp inhales, even little sobs.
Me: Ned picks up the pace and the pressure. If she acts like it’s uncomfortable, he’ll back off until he dials in the right pace and force level.
PM: No, no, she’s liking it harder and faster. In fact, [rolls] she tells him in her native language that she’s about to come. She arches her hips and — you said Ned’s left cheek is against her pelvis?
Me: Yes.
PM: He can feel this muscle spasm, like a flutter in her lower abs in conjunction with a loud sob she lets out.
Me: Right now, Ned slides his middle finger into her and hooks it upwards so it’s pressing on her G-spot from the inside as his tongue pushes against it from the outside, sandwiching her clit in between.
PM: [rolls] Roll a saving throw.
Me: Against what?
PM: Reflex, I guess, though if you want to make it Fortitude, I could buy off on that.
Me: [rolls] Either way, it’s a 17 so probably good…
PM: Ned hangs on as her hips come up off the bed and she starts bucking. The flutter in her stomach stops and a warm trickle of fluid kisses his right hand as her inner muscles suckle his middle finger. She has momentarily stopped making any sound at all, until she collapses back on the bed and exhales loudly.
Me: Is she finished?
PM: Her muscles have gone slack and the only sound she’s making now is breathing, pretty heavily.
Me: OK, Ned very softly withdraws his finger and gives her area down there a soft, slow kiss goodbye. He then kisses his way up to her face again.
PM: She’s just lying there breathing with her eyes closed, but if Ned kisses her kips, she’ll respond.
Me: He does once, but then he lets her be. Was she doing anything to him during all this?
PM: Actually… [rolls] yeah. She was stroking his manhood during a lot of it. Want to roll to see if he came?
Me: No, he didn’t even notice it was going on. Or… he did, and he liked it, but it wasn’t his primary focus. He’s going to take this opportunity to kind of cuddle with her and see where it goes from there.
PM: [rolls] She opens her eyes right as he gets settled and seems to take on a determined air, like she feels she was supposed to be doing something more for Ned and now she means to do it. She gets into a doggy position and starts to blow him again. Her body looks pretty good from this perspective as well.
Me: Alright, well, hows the BBBJ going?
PM: It’s good. She was good at it in the tub, now it’s got more passion and urgency to it, like she feels the need to even the score.
Me: Ned reaches back to her ass and touches her valley.
PM: Still really wet. She grinds against his touch. She’s ready to go again. In fact, she says in her language, “let’s put it in” and she secures a sheep’s bladder over his propagator, then makes to eagerly climb on.
Me: Ned wants to try doggie first. He was liking the way her rear end felt and looked just now.
PM: Alright, she’s game for anything. Ned notices her rear end is still slightly flat and squarish to look at, but it does feel really nice in his hands and against his own loins and he thrusts. For her part, Shizuru seems to be enjoying it [rolls] but it’s back to the kinds of noises and behaviors that could really go either way.
Me: Damn.
PM: It’s not that bad, you just can’t tell. It’s no different than most of these paid encounters Ned throws himself into.
Me: But that earlier part was really great. It was kind of special, right?
PM: That was then, this is now.
Me: But…
PM: Saving throw.
Me: What? Why?
PM: A Will check. Do it.
Me: [rolls] A seven. What did I just fail a check for?
PM: Little by little, Ned’s losing interest.
Me: Of for fuck’s sake.
PM: For fuck’s sake, indeed, you should have made that save. Now Ned’s mind is wandering and his runnion is running down. Shizuru notices and asks if everything’s OK.
Me: Ned says something to make her understand it’s not her fault. He tells her he’s tired — which he actually should be, right? And he’d like to just hold her for a bit.
PM: [rolls] Well, that would be good, but time’s up.
Me: You’re… you’re kidding, right?
PM: No, seriously, time’s up for her and time’s up for us.
Me: But Ned didn’t get his heart!
PM: No. Not here.
Me: So, Heart and Heart and the big heart…
PM: No.
Me: Goddamit. It was Shin wasn’t it? Back at the other place. I knew it was her; you said her damn name even means ‘heart.’
PM: Not Shin. Not Miki, or Rua, or Mimi, or Aya, or Alice, or any of the countless damsels Ned has distressed in the last year. It’s a fool’s errand. There is no heart to be found in a place like this. Pleasure; temporary and occasionally mutual. But no heart. No healing.
Me: This is fucking bullshit. I want to make a God Call. Just tell me what I have to roll to summon at least a Herald.
PM: You’re not a paladin anymore, Ned. You can’t make a God Call. Your goddess deserted you. You have no one left to call. There’s no heart left to find.
Me: Then what’s been the point of all this? Why have I been playing this game?
PM: There was never a point, Ned. No one but you ever said there was. And it’s never been a game.
[reaches over and touches the scar on my chest]
Never.
Final Thoughts:
Recommended, May Repeat.
Closing Comments:
Shizuru is a decent looking, pleasant girl, with a sort of rectangular build to her but lovely nipples and enough subtle curves to contrast with her flat stomach. She has really smooth, pale skin. The main companion page of the website lists her as NEW. I didn't think her all that pretty at first, but I'm fairly sure she had a real orgasm when I went down on her which made her beautiful to me. (One can never tell when a woman is faking, but every so often, one can tell when she is not.) That made the visit particularly special, but otherwise it was just an average to slightly above average experience. Nonetheless, H&H continues to be worth the price to me, even if they did drag me out of the waiting room to help translate for a passing gaijin, which was mortifying. Perhaps it will win points for foreigners everywhere; though they were bringing me out to tell this particular foreigner why he should go away. At least they thought to give me a point card this time, with a few stamps already on it.
Yasui Shizuru (安井 静流) @ Heart and Heart
Date of Encounter:
April 24, 2018
Contact Method:
http://a-heartandheart.com/top/profile?id=145
Appointment Length & Costs:
60 min ¥19,000
Type/Location:
In Shop
Language Notes:Japanese is required for Shizuru
Details of the Encounter:
IF YOU ONLY WANT THE SUMMARY, SKIP TO THE CLOSING COMMENTS
PM: So, who are you going to be tonight?
Me: Ned.
PM: Of course.
Me: Of course!
PM: [sighs] Did you bring dice?
Me: Wait, what’s wrong with Ned?
PM: Nothing; did you bring dice or do you need some?
Me: Hey, hey, hey, seriously, you don’t find Ned’s story compelling?
PM: Whatever. Dice or no?
Me: Of course I brought dice. But, seriously, you don’t find Ned compelling? A fallen paladin?
PM: Whatever. Let’s start.
Me: Abandoned by his goddess? Left by her to rot in a Pit of Despair for 20 years.
PM: When we left off, you were walking down a street…
Me: She let them cut out his heart, knowing he was cursed to live on without it, man. She doomed him to this quest to find a new heart…
PM: Yeah, and he looks for one in the choicest places, right? So, like I said, you’re walking down a street in the seedy part of town. The red light district, to use the modern term. The Harlot’s Quarter.
Me: Does anyone look promising?
PM: [rolls] There are no ladies out, just men. They’re touts and pimps, some greasy, some well-dressed. Most are ignoring you. They turn their heads when you walk by.
Me: I’m not wearing armor, they can’t see my paladin rune…
PM: No, but they know your type. Besides, the cotton shirt you’re wearing hangs open and they can see the jagged scar on your chest where your heart was removed. It creeps them right the fuck out, to be honest.
Me: So does nobody look like they’ll talk to me?
PM: [rolls] You keep walking and… [rolls] Yeah, there’s a place up ahead, the guy out front opens the door and bows at you.
Me: What does it look like? Is there any kind of a sign?
PM: It looks OK. Pretty clean, the guy is younger than you but not super young. Clean cut kind of guy. What’s your language skill?
Me: [checks sheet] +4
PM: Alright, he doesn’t speak Common, but you understand him well enough to know what he’s saying. He bows again and says, “Welcome to Heart and Heart.”
Me: Seriously? “Heart and Heart”? And I’m questing for a…
PM: Do you go in or not?
Me: Sure. Of course. How could I not?
PM: Turns out there are three guys in there. They’re not armed. They look friendly. One of them shows you a portrait of a young girl. He says her name is Shizuru.
Me: Seizure? What?
PM: Shi-zu-ru.
Me: Where do you get these…?
PM: You wanna keep questioning me, pissing me off? I’ll throw a chance encounter at you and you won’t like it.
Me: Fine. My bad. Shizuru. How’s she look?
PM: Kind of hard to tell from the portrait. You know from experience it’s probably not a very close representation of her. But even in the photo, she’s not dazzling. She’s young, slender. Kinda cute.
Me: I ask the guy with the picture…
PM: He says she’s really sweet. “Very sweet girl,” he says. “Very kind.”
Me: OK, but I ask him…
PM: He says, “She has a big heart.”
Me: Seriously? She has a heart. In Heart and Heart…
PM: He’s looking at you expectantly and the other two are shifting from foot to foot. They want an answer. Are you in or out?
Me: In. Of course. Again, how can I say no?
PM: OK, so you pay the fee and they bow a lot and show you to like a waiting room kind of thing, and they bring you this weak tea and a little wet towel in case you want to wipe your face or something.
Me: Alright.
PM: [rolls] What’s your language skill again?
Me: Plus four.
PM: So, one of the guys comes back in and asks if you’ll help them with another customer who only speaks Common.
Me: What? Are you serious? I don’t want to do that. I’m not supposed to be in a place like this; I’m a paladin…
PM: Former paladin.
Me: I am on the road to redemption…
PM: Sure seems like it from the places you frequent…
Me: Fine, I’ll talk to this guy.
PM: They want you to tell him that the only ladies who speak Common are gone for the day. Come back tomorrow.
Me: I tell him.
PM: [in a different voice] So, is there anywhere else I can go to get my yah-yahs off?
Me: What am I, a tour guide?
PM: [in the same voice] You kinda look like you know these places.
Me: Fuck. What does this nameless NPC want from me? I tell him stuff, OK? I send him up the road.
PM: To Mermaid? And you still think you have a shot at redemption?
Me: I don’t even know what that means. Let’s get on with it.
PM: He leaves, but he doesn’t thank you. He’s young and rude, what can I say? But the guys in the shop are tripping over themselves thanking you. They give you this card that has three or four stamps on it. They say if you get five stamps you can get a discount next time.
Me: I’m looking for a heart in a place called Heart and Heart meeting a girl named heart seizure or something, who has a big heart. Something tells me, I’m not going to need to come back ever again.
PM: Do you take the card?
Me: Sure.
PM: Alright, 10,000 XP for the translation and for the card. You wait a bit longer and the girl comes down these stairs and one of the guys calls to you to come meet her. She’s [rolls] actually pretty cute.
Me: Yeah?
PM: She’s better looking in real life than the portrait, and you know enough about these places to be surprised by that. She’s young and slender, just like the guy said, with dark shoulder-length hair. She’s a little rectangular instead of curvy, but she looks sexy in the mid-thigh green bodycon dress she’s wearing.
Me: ‘Bodycon’? Is that some kind of armor?
PM: She smiles and you notice her teeth are actually not great, but you’ve seen worse.
Me: Not great how?
PM: They’re a bit crooked and they are kind of brown. She’s a smoker, in other words.
Me: Great.
PM: It’s not so bad. Her face looks narrower than in the photo and her eyes are kind of close together, but you sort of like that, and she’s got actually a prettier-than-average nose. Long and thin…
Me: What’s her actual Charisma?
PM: Don’t metagame. She takes your hand and smiles and introduces herself, says her name is Yasui Shizuru.
Me: Yasui…?
PM: It means ‘cheap’ in this language.
Me: Oh, shit. Then what does Shizuru mean?
PM: She wants you to go up to the third floor with her. Do you go?
Me: Sure.
PM: The stairs are steep, but you make it without hurting yourself this time.
Me: You just won’t let me forget that time…
PM: She asks if you need to use the toilet, there’s one right next to the room.
Me: Can we skip this part?
PM: You get into the room and she’s being kind of formal.
Me: I take off my road-dusty jacket and hang it wherever I can.
PM: She laughs kind of nervously and protests that she’ll undress you.
Me: Fine, I let her. What’s her personality like, can I tell?
PM: [rolls] Kind of neutral right now. She seems a little guarded, like she’s figuring you out. She says she’s never ‘been with one of your kind.’
Me: Bluff check. [rolls] 12.
PM: As far as you can tell, she is probably telling the truth. Maybe.
Me: I’m going to try to be charming. Break the ice, so to speak.
PM: Roll it.
Me: Can I get any bonuses to my charisma? I’m not exactly winning beauty contests here.
PM: Mmm, she seems pretty happy and impressed that you can speak her language. That puts her at ease a bit. And she’s kind of decided you’ve got a sense of humor. So, I’ll give you some bonuses.
Me: [rolls] 14?
PM: [shrugs] Good enough. You’re not totally wining her over like you did Rua, but she laughs a bit and seems to like you well enough. She finishes undressing you by putting a green towel over your lap and removing your final undergarment. Then she stands up and starts to remove her own dress, facing away from you. She unzips the dress and wriggles out of it and it falls. She’s wearing black and red lingerie, but you can only see the back. She unhooks her bra and takes it off and tosses it aside, but she’s keeping you from seeing. It’s pretty obvious she’s doing it on purpose.
Me: Like she’s hiding something? Holy crap, is she going to turn around and have a scar on her chest, too?
PM: You get the feeling she’s just being sexy and coy by keeping you waiting to see her nude.
Me: Oh.
PM: Last, she pulls down her panties and casts them aside. Her rear end is not her best feature. Kind of square and flat. But you’ve seen worse. She finally turns around and she’s pretty cute. She’s got that long, rectangular shape, but her stomach is flat, her skin is pale like alabaster and smooth, her breasts are small but crested by Ned’s favorite kind of little pink suction cup nipples, and down below she has a neatly trimmed, dark womanly mound. She looks at you and cocks her head as if looking for a reaction.
Me: Ned says she’s cute.
PM: She smiles and says thank you and she holds out her hand. You notice that a tub has been filling over in a corner of the room, and it’s overflowing onto the floor and into a drain. She walks you that way and sits you on a strange chair that has the middle cut out, presumably so she can wash your undercarriage more easily.
Me: I’ve been on the road awhile. I wash my own underarms because I figure they probably stink.
PM: For some reason, she thinks this is really hilarious, that you are washing yourself and doing such a thorough job.
Me: I explain it to her.
PM: She mainly just seems to find you amusing. Not as much as some others have, but she seems happy enough. She asks if you want to get into the tub.
Me: Ned says he does, if she’s getting in with him.
PM: She says of course, but first she prepares toothbrushes for both of you and some kind of gargle mouthwash that tastes like a healing potion.
Me: Why would I need a…?
PM: It’s iodine or something, just fucking gargle with it or she’s probably not going to go any further.
Me: Fine. I brush, I gargle, I spit…
PM: She laughs.
Me: Why?
PM: She says you spit like a homosexual.
Me: She what?!
PM: She says the way you held your hand to the side of your mouth when you spit, you look effeminate. Anyway, it just adds to her sense of thinking you’re funny. She gets in the tub and leans over and kisses you. Light kisses, but they feel good. But after less than a minute she gets a mischievous look and slides her knees under Ned’s buttocks, forcing his member to rise above the water. She looks at him seductively and takes it in her mouth.
Me: Really? How is it?
PM: [rolls] Not bad. Not bad at all. After a few minutes, she wants to go to the bed. She says the bath is too hot for her. She kind of marvels at how hot Ned likes the water. She says the local guys can’t tolerate hot water for very long.
Me: We move to the bed, then.
PM: She dries you off…
Me: Then I dry her off.
PM: She thanks Ned, but again, she seems kind of put off by him doing stuff for her. It’s not the usual routine, she’s not sure how to behave. She kind of giggles and says thanks but she seems less happy about it. She’s kind of figured out that you’re not her usual customer, though, so she just kind of goes with it. So, you move to the bed now and she lies down on her right side. It’s kind of a good position for her, visually. It favors her long frame, so she looks pretty good right about now. Her small breasts stay perky as she rests on her right shoulder, and her left hip has a nice curve to it above the long smooth valley of her flat torso. She really has nice skin.
Me: Am I on the bed?
PM: If you want to be.
Me: OK, I kneel on the bed but I put my face down by her hip, and kiss her at the dip of her waist, just above her hip bone. My left hand strokes the length of her ribcage and my right lightly massages her left thigh in a hip to knee kind of motion. Meanwhile, I’m kissing her waist and her hip.
PM: Ok.
Me: How’s she reacting.
PM: [rolls] She’s making some noise like she likes it.
Me: What kind of noise, like Japanese porno noise, really high and squeaky and fake?
PM: No, more like normal western girl kind of noises.
Me: Do they sound real, or…?
PM: Roll a perception check.
Me: [rolls] 9.
PM: You have no idea. They don’t sound obviously fake, but there’s nothing to indicate they are particularly not fake either. She could be getting turned on or she could be mentally running through her shopping list.
Me: Hmm. OK, I knead her buttocks a little bit, gently.
PM: The moaning gets a little louder, but you still can’t be sure she’s not acting.
Me: Before I go on, you know from past experience, I’m going to do everything really gently, right? Soft touch. I don’t have to tell you each time, right? Ned figures a lot of these ladies get mauled all day, maybe it’s nice to have some soft touching. If she prefers it firm, she’ll eventually let him know, yeah?
PM: Maybe.
Me: OK, so I work my kissing around to the center of her abdomen, and I carefully guide her more into laying on her back. While I’m kissing and licking there, my left hand goes up and starts softly tracing semicircles under her left breast — not touching the nipple yet — and my right hand goes as far as I can get it down her thigh toward her knee. I’m going to simultaneously stroke the underside of her breast while running my finger softly up the inside of her thigh, while also kissing around her navel.
PM: What’s your Dexterity?
Me: Unmodified?
PM: Of course unmodified. You’re naked. Your boots of cat walking are across the room.
Me: 14, then.
PM: Roll it.
Me: [rolls] 16.
PM: Yeah, you can pull it off then.
Me: Anything?
PM: [rolls] She kind of likes it, yeah. She’s breathing a little more rapidly, squirming a bit. Still could be fake or real.
Me: OK, I’m going to kiss my way up her stomach now, but right when I get to the center of her chest, I’m going to lightly touch the tips of each nipple with a finger from each hand.
PM: [rolls] OK. That did something. She stopped moaning for an instant and shuddered. There was a little gasping noise like she was surprised by it.
Me: Ned traces circles around her nipples with the middle finger on each hand as he softly licks along her collarbone.
PM: Yes, she likes that.
Me: And then at unpredictable intervals, he lets the finger brush lightly across a nipple.
PM: [rolls] Oh yeah. She’s digging that. Ned can feel the tension building in her between nipple brushes and then when he lets a finger touch one, she writhes and exhales and she really seems to like it. What did you say your passive perception was? Fifteen?
Me: Yeah.
PM: Ned becomes aware of a soft aroma coming from around her neck. It’s a womanly musky scent.
Me: Ned moves his kisses up and around her neck looking for that scent. He’s going to lick and kiss the spot it’s coming from. Meanwhile he slides his left hand along her cheek softly and then twines his fingers into her hair. He’s gently cradling her head on the left side, putting soft pressure on her with his thumb and index finger. Kind of a skull massage.
PM: [rolls] She rubs against his left hand like a cat being petted. The aroma is getting ever-so-slightly stronger.
Me: Ned kisses around to the left nape of her neck.
PM: She tilts her head to let him at it better. She likes it.
Me: OK, then he slowly goes up to her ear. If the response is good or bad, he’s only going to kiss it once with a little breath in her ear and then move quickly away. Too much of a good thing isn’t a good thing and all.
PM: [rolls] She likes it. Ned notices the moaning sounds have changed. It’s hard to describe but they sound more natural. It stands to reason that if they are different now, while the aroma and the shudders are happening, then before may have been at least partially an act.
Me: And now isn’t?
PM: It could be surmised. I suppose she could have an A and B set of fake noises, but that isn’t the impression Ned is getting.
Me: Any clues from her eyes?
PM: [rolls] Closed. She opens them just barely and smiles when she sees Ned looking at her. She takes her left hand and puts it behind his head and softly guides his head toward her left breast.
Me: OK. He lets her push him down to her breast, but he just circles the left nipple with his tongue, same as he was doing with his fingers before, then he gives her nipple a quick flick.
PM: [rolls] She just had a big shudder and she let out kind of an involuntary yelp. She’s really hauling on Ned’s head like she wants him on that nipple more firmly.
Me: OK, but one last tease. Ned circles the left nipple with his tongue and zeroes in closer and closer, but right before he would get to it, he suddenly switches to the right breast and latches onto the nipple firmly. She won’t have been expecting that. The left was all ready and the right was getting ignored and then, bam.
PM: [rolls] Crit! She actually comes up off the bed. As she’s relaxing back down, she grabs Ned’s head and pulls his lips to hers. The kisses are still light but they’re urgent now, and her mouth is open, her tongue being a little more adventurous. She seems to be saying it’s OK for Ned to use tongue if he wants.
Me: Eh, he will a little bit, but Ned’s picking up clues from her as to what she likes, and he feels like the soft kisses are best.
PM: What next?
Me: So, before that last pulse subsides too much, Ned licks his way in a stripe down her chest and stomach, reaching up with both hands to lightly touch the nipples as he goes.
PM: She likes it.
Me: Then Ned finally gets his mouth down by her womanly valley and he puts his left hand over her hip to softly knead her buttocks while the right hand starts tracing a fingernail gently up her thighs.
PM: She’s having little spasms whenever that fingernail goes up her thigh.
Me: Alright, then finally he lets that finger just so softly touch the folds of her vulva.
PM: [rolls] It’s sopping wet. Really, really wet. Like, she’s not going to need any lube for this session kind of wet.
Me: Out-frigging-standing. Ned is really inspired by this. Um… how’s… you know, the smell down there?
PM: [rolls] Really good. Just the faintest muskiness to be sexy, but really clean smelling.
Me: Cool. Using just the thumb and index finger of his right hand, he softly parts her lips and touches his tongue to her clit.
PM: She exhales sharply. She pushes her hips up to meet his mouth. A glance up her body shows she’s rubbing her own little firm breasts and pulling at her nipples. A little more fluid runs out of her and it greets Ned’s fingers as she raises her hips. [rolls] She’s now completely aroused, so that’s a temporary +4 to Charisma until at least 30 minutes after all carnal activity ceases, or until Ned climaxes, whichever comes first. Roll a saving throw.
Me: Against what?
PM: Will.
Me: [rolls] Fucking hell. A natural one.
PM: Yeah, Ned’s completely under her spell now. He’s going to do whatever she wants for at least five rounds. He can tell she wants him to lick her clit harder.
Me: He lays his left cheek on her soft pelvis and starts working her clit with his tongue, more and more firmly. Meanwhile, the index and middle fingers of his right hand are stroking kind of firmly on either side of her outer labia, putting a little inward pressure on her clit whenever they get up to the top.
PM: She’s gushing and writhing. The sounds she’s making are all over the place: moans, exhales, sharp inhales, even little sobs.
Me: Ned picks up the pace and the pressure. If she acts like it’s uncomfortable, he’ll back off until he dials in the right pace and force level.
PM: No, no, she’s liking it harder and faster. In fact, [rolls] she tells him in her native language that she’s about to come. She arches her hips and — you said Ned’s left cheek is against her pelvis?
Me: Yes.
PM: He can feel this muscle spasm, like a flutter in her lower abs in conjunction with a loud sob she lets out.
Me: Right now, Ned slides his middle finger into her and hooks it upwards so it’s pressing on her G-spot from the inside as his tongue pushes against it from the outside, sandwiching her clit in between.
PM: [rolls] Roll a saving throw.
Me: Against what?
PM: Reflex, I guess, though if you want to make it Fortitude, I could buy off on that.
Me: [rolls] Either way, it’s a 17 so probably good…
PM: Ned hangs on as her hips come up off the bed and she starts bucking. The flutter in her stomach stops and a warm trickle of fluid kisses his right hand as her inner muscles suckle his middle finger. She has momentarily stopped making any sound at all, until she collapses back on the bed and exhales loudly.
Me: Is she finished?
PM: Her muscles have gone slack and the only sound she’s making now is breathing, pretty heavily.
Me: OK, Ned very softly withdraws his finger and gives her area down there a soft, slow kiss goodbye. He then kisses his way up to her face again.
PM: She’s just lying there breathing with her eyes closed, but if Ned kisses her kips, she’ll respond.
Me: He does once, but then he lets her be. Was she doing anything to him during all this?
PM: Actually… [rolls] yeah. She was stroking his manhood during a lot of it. Want to roll to see if he came?
Me: No, he didn’t even notice it was going on. Or… he did, and he liked it, but it wasn’t his primary focus. He’s going to take this opportunity to kind of cuddle with her and see where it goes from there.
PM: [rolls] She opens her eyes right as he gets settled and seems to take on a determined air, like she feels she was supposed to be doing something more for Ned and now she means to do it. She gets into a doggy position and starts to blow him again. Her body looks pretty good from this perspective as well.
Me: Alright, well, hows the BBBJ going?
PM: It’s good. She was good at it in the tub, now it’s got more passion and urgency to it, like she feels the need to even the score.
Me: Ned reaches back to her ass and touches her valley.
PM: Still really wet. She grinds against his touch. She’s ready to go again. In fact, she says in her language, “let’s put it in” and she secures a sheep’s bladder over his propagator, then makes to eagerly climb on.
Me: Ned wants to try doggie first. He was liking the way her rear end felt and looked just now.
PM: Alright, she’s game for anything. Ned notices her rear end is still slightly flat and squarish to look at, but it does feel really nice in his hands and against his own loins and he thrusts. For her part, Shizuru seems to be enjoying it [rolls] but it’s back to the kinds of noises and behaviors that could really go either way.
Me: Damn.
PM: It’s not that bad, you just can’t tell. It’s no different than most of these paid encounters Ned throws himself into.
Me: But that earlier part was really great. It was kind of special, right?
PM: That was then, this is now.
Me: But…
PM: Saving throw.
Me: What? Why?
PM: A Will check. Do it.
Me: [rolls] A seven. What did I just fail a check for?
PM: Little by little, Ned’s losing interest.
Me: Of for fuck’s sake.
PM: For fuck’s sake, indeed, you should have made that save. Now Ned’s mind is wandering and his runnion is running down. Shizuru notices and asks if everything’s OK.
Me: Ned says something to make her understand it’s not her fault. He tells her he’s tired — which he actually should be, right? And he’d like to just hold her for a bit.
PM: [rolls] Well, that would be good, but time’s up.
Me: You’re… you’re kidding, right?
PM: No, seriously, time’s up for her and time’s up for us.
Me: But Ned didn’t get his heart!
PM: No. Not here.
Me: So, Heart and Heart and the big heart…
PM: No.
Me: Goddamit. It was Shin wasn’t it? Back at the other place. I knew it was her; you said her damn name even means ‘heart.’
PM: Not Shin. Not Miki, or Rua, or Mimi, or Aya, or Alice, or any of the countless damsels Ned has distressed in the last year. It’s a fool’s errand. There is no heart to be found in a place like this. Pleasure; temporary and occasionally mutual. But no heart. No healing.
Me: This is fucking bullshit. I want to make a God Call. Just tell me what I have to roll to summon at least a Herald.
PM: You’re not a paladin anymore, Ned. You can’t make a God Call. Your goddess deserted you. You have no one left to call. There’s no heart left to find.
Me: Then what’s been the point of all this? Why have I been playing this game?
PM: There was never a point, Ned. No one but you ever said there was. And it’s never been a game.
[reaches over and touches the scar on my chest]
Never.
Final Thoughts:
Recommended, May Repeat.
Closing Comments:
Shizuru is a decent looking, pleasant girl, with a sort of rectangular build to her but lovely nipples and enough subtle curves to contrast with her flat stomach. She has really smooth, pale skin. The main companion page of the website lists her as NEW. I didn't think her all that pretty at first, but I'm fairly sure she had a real orgasm when I went down on her which made her beautiful to me. (One can never tell when a woman is faking, but every so often, one can tell when she is not.) That made the visit particularly special, but otherwise it was just an average to slightly above average experience. Nonetheless, H&H continues to be worth the price to me, even if they did drag me out of the waiting room to help translate for a passing gaijin, which was mortifying. Perhaps it will win points for foreigners everywhere; though they were bringing me out to tell this particular foreigner why he should go away. At least they thought to give me a point card this time, with a few stamps already on it.
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