The other scholar
>The other, other, other one
>Honestly you were quite good at your job, unlike that deranged pervert
>Your Kobold entry was the cause of many marriages and even Kobolds being called "A man's best friend"
>Your entry on Trolls had gotten many a man to appreciate a bigger woman
>And even your entry on faggotc- er, Cheshires, had made them seem warm and endearing
>Thanks to you tons of people were learning to embrace and even fall in love with Mamono
>Though… despite your best efforts there were problems
>and that was putting it lightly
>Your eyes bore into the sheet and quill before you
>"Dark Elves" stared up at you at the top of the page
>How could you articulate this?
>How could you present this?
>Was it even possible?
>There really wasn't a good way to present any of it, was there?
>you groaned, leaning back in your chair
>slowly you reached into your desk and pulled out a glass and a bottle
>Whiskey flowed as your face became stony
"Another long night it seems…,"
>You groaned, slamming your head into the table
>There wasn't a good way to gloss over any of it
>"A close relationship with your kids,"
>"Family reunions will be a blast."
>"You dark elf wife will be an adventurous lover?"
>No, that wouldn't work either
>Glistening red eyes met yours and you couldn't help but shiver
>Cassandra, a Demon
>one of the "radicals" who seemed to want to turn humanity into a species with absurd sexual dimorphism
>You didn't mind, though the way she stared sometimes…
>you muttered back, trying to avoid her eyes
>Would drinking more help?
<"So what's the problem?"
>Heels clacked as she came around and stood behind you to peer over your shoulder
>Something she had done thousands of times
>fingers twisted through your hair and you swallowed hard
>She was always so touchy
<"Ah. Yes. Them. Would you like some help?"
>She tugged gently at your hair and you found yourself staring into rubies set into an angelic blue face
"I- I guess. This is my job though an-"
>Immediately she was in your lap, hand grasping your wrist as she brought it to the parchment
>her spare hand placing your quill in it
<"Just write out more or less what I tell you,"
>your face burned and you couldn't help but respond reflexively
>You swallowed again, trying not to focus on the feel of her body against yours or the weight on your lap
>You were in trouble, in more ways than just the obvious
<"This variety of Elf is only just touched by the Maou's blessed power. As such they still retain a more 'monsterous' disposition."
>you hand moved across the page, scribbling out what she was dictating as fast as you could
>Slowly you fell into the droning and was merely writing what was dictated
>A scent of something sweet and soothing invading your nose
>Did she always smell this way?
>It wasn't until she began rocking back and forth in a slow motion that you choked
<"Are you paying attention Anon?"
"Y-yes. Yes ma'am."
<"Good. Try not to get distracted, I need you…,"
>She paused, shifting on your lap again and causing you to hold your breath
<"We… uh, we need you to finish out your version. It's much better for everyone."
>Was it because it would result in happy marriages?
>or because it was affording her faction of Mamono society a bigger say with the Maou
<"Where were we… yes. Only men wishing for a domineering wife who is lovingly bittersweet."
<"As they are more monsterous they will demand so much more than say, a kobold, and still retain behaviors that most Mamono revile."
<"The man's body will not be treated as his own, but rather something that belongs to her in complete."
<"Any man who wishes to give himself to a Dark Elf must resign himself to the idea that he completely belongs to his wife, and by extension, their children."
>She finished, though was still gripping your wrist in her hand
>Her fingers feeling your skin and tracing shapes absently into it
>Her hips wiggled, driving her rear further into your lap as she turned somewhat
>ruby colored eyes meeting yours
<"Would you like to do some research for your entry on Demons?"