Green Fungus Wine
“Hey ladies, what are you up to?” I asked as I walked into the livingroom. I went over to join the elves on the couch.
“Hello Agent. Veyronna and Glissa are trying to help me be more friendly with Arachne. Do we have any cloves?” Asked Seraphina.
“Cloves?” I asked, confused. How would that help Arachne like her? “Glissa? I thought you couldn’t use magic.”
“I can’t,” confirmed Glissa with a smile, “but I’m good at making friends without it.”
“Look. There’s a spell here to convert an enemy and it needs cloves,” explained Seraphina. “I don’t know if she’s my enemy per se, but it can’t hurt to try, right? There’s another one that uses a jar and some honey, what about a brown candle? What’s vervain? Oh, what about rose quartz? I might try them all. Drow have resistance against magic, you know.”
“Hmm, you’re really trying, aren’t you? I have some good news for you. I got my hands on something even better than all of those combined. One sec.” I got up and came back a moment later with a bottle and a glass.
Seraphina looked at the bottle I handed her. “What’s this?”
“Green fungus wine. From the underdark. Don’t ask me how I got it, but trust me, Arachne will love it. She always complains about the red and white wines us humans make when she drinks it. It’s something from back home that she misses. Give it to her, and this glass. She’ll love that, too. This will get you in the door, I know it. Give her some compliments and don’t leave.”
Veyronna laughed. “Get her drunk! Classic.”
“No, no,” defended Glissa. “People like gifts. Arachne will associate the pleasurable experience of drinking something she misses with Seraphina. And, who doesn’t like a genuine compliment? Do make sure they’re genuine or they could have the exact opposite effect we’re looking for.”
“Well, I have nothing to lose. I’ll give it a shot. Hopefully she’ll let me in,” said Seraphina, suddenly nervous.
“Just tell her what you have. She’ll let you in,” I told her, putting my arm around her and giving her shoulder a motivating squeeze.
Seraphina took a deep breath and got up from the couch to head up stairs with the wine and bottle in hand. She found the door to the bedroom slightly ajar and could see Arachne on the bed. She knocked. “Arachne? Hey, I have something for you. Can I come in?”
“Ugh. What is it? It better be good,” replied the drow, looking up from her phone.
Seraphina entered the room and walked over to the side of the bed.
“It’s fungus wine, from the Underdark. Green wine,” she said nervously, clutching it tightly.
“What? How did you- Nevermind. Give it here! That looks like a bottle from House Ulaver! Impossible!” Arachne grabbed the bottle and quickly uncorked it and poured herself a glass.
“By Lolth’s eighth leg! This is exactly as I remember it!” Gasped Arachne as she leaned back in bliss.
“I’m really glad you like it,” said Seraphina with a smile.
Arachne drank some more, draining the glass she’d poured. “Oh, that’s so good… It’s like I’m back in Menzoberranzan. You must tell me how you got it!”
Seraphina swallowed and looked down in shame. She couldn’t try and start a friendship with a lie. “I must be honest with you, Agent gave it to me to give to you. He thinks about you a lot. You’re a lucky elf.”
Arachne poured some more wine. “Yes I am. He’d do anything for me. So how did he…?” She wondered, vowing to question Agent later.
“It’s a nice room you’ve got here. The whole thing is like a shrine to you! You look lovely in those photos and you’ve got all this nice stuff. Did you bring any of this stuff from home?” asked Seraphina.
“No… Agent got it all for me. Drow things don’t do well in the sunlight. Agent found it all for me. The swords, a statue of Lolth, so much beautiful clothing…”
“Oh! Can I look at it?” Seraphina asked.
“Yeah, sure. The chest of drawers and closet is full of it. Don’t get jealous.”
“I’ll try not to!” Seraphina promised as she walked over to the chest of drawers first. She opened a drawer and looked at everything inside. “Oh wow! Look at it all! So organized and -oh! So shiny!”
“Yeah, well, you should see the dress it goes with,” replied Arachne.
“I hope I will! Wow! Okay, but first…”
Seraphina looked in the next drawer. “So many accessories! Oh, can you imagine?” She asked as she held up a chain and leather piece to her chest.
Arachne stifled a chuckle to avoid losing some precious wine from her mouth as she took another sip. “I don’t have to, but I bet Agent can. He loves it when I wear that sort of thing, and I love wearing it.”
Seraphina put the harness away, her heart rate elevated. She’d never seen such a thing!
Seraphina moved to the closet. “Oh, you weren’t kidding! Look at all this stuff! He really does spoil you! Is this the dress? Oh my, it’s metal! And yet, it flows? Magical! And yet, so heavy. I guess it’s not meant to be practical or it would be mithral. Still, it’s beautiful!”
“It’s a human party dress. This realm doesn’t have mithral, sadly,” lamented Arachne. “It wouldn’t last a minute, but it kills on the dance floor!”
Seraphina giggled as she put the strange dress back. “So many blacks! What’s this? It doesn’t fit in with the others,” commented Seraphina. “Oh, but it’s so cute! Do you wear it often?”
“More than you might think. Despite how much he likes all the black stuff, he really likes that dress too. Sometimes he gets me to wear that hat on the shelf beside your chest of drawers. He calls it a pith helmet. I don’t get it, but with everything he does for me… Sometimes I play along,” Arachne smiled before sipping more wine.
Seraphina smiled as she glanced at the odd helmet. This was going so well! Arachne had even acknowledged that this was her chest of drawers! She tried not to act too elated.
She put the dress back and moved to the other side of the closet. “Oh, this looks like Agent’s stuff, but these must be your dresses. This spider one is adorable!”
“It’s one of my favorites. It fits me so perfectly!”
“Ha ha! Look at this one! It’s a skeleton!”
Arachne looked at the wine bottle. She’d nearly gone through half of it already. The kind gesture had put her in a good mood, or maybe it was the wine.
“Put it on,” said Arachne, sealing the wine bottle and setting it safely aside. As much as she wanted to keep drinking it she didn’t want to go through all of a good thing in one sitting.
“What?”
“You heard me. Put it on. You want to have fun in the photo contests, right? Agent needs something for a Shadows contest and it’s almost Halloween. Got any ideas? Certainly we can do something with a skeleton elf. It’s stretchy. It should fit you,” said the drow as she got up from the bed.
“But it’s your dress. Are you sure?” Asked Seraphina, getting a little nervous.
“Of course!” Replied Arachne.
After awhile I decided to come up and check on the elves. I hadn’t heard any signs of a struggle. No banging, no yelling. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I may have even heard some laughter.
I peered through the gap in the door and was confused to see clothing on the bed, both Seraphina’s green dress and the athletic wear Arachne had been wearing. The room was kind of dark.
“Uh, ladies? Everything alright in there?” I asked with a small knock.
“Hey Agent! Come in!” Called out Arachne Happily.
I entered the room and was surprised by what I saw.
“Seraphina had an idea for the Shadow contest. Get your camera out!”
Seraphina giggled. “It’s something I used to do as a kid. Mine’s a rabbit! I’m not sure what Arachne’s is…”
“Oh, mine’s an errdegahr, a demon. Did you get it, Agent?” asked Arachne.
“I did! It looks good, ladies. So… How are things going?” I asked.
“Well, this might just be the wine talking, but… She might be okay,” replied Arachne, putting her hand on Seraphina’s shoulder. “I guess she can stay.”
Seraphina clapped her hands happily. “Oh yay! I knew we’d be friends!”
“That’s wonderful! I wasn’t sure what to think when I looked through the door and saw your clothes on the bed…”
“You’re going to have to get me more wine for that,” smirked Arachne. “…There is going to be more of the wine, right? Oh, and she’s a little… Shy. I suspect that will change if she hangs out with me!”
“That wasn’t easy to get, but I’ll try my best. You know I always do that for you.”
“I’m not wearing any underwear because it would ruin the lines of the dress! Arachne taught me that,” Seraphina said, a little sheepishly.
“I do love the dresses, ladies. Very in season with Halloween coming up! Most of all, I’m glad you’re having fun together!”