Scálaí's journey began in Sui-no-Sato. An ever-curious child, she was often caught wandering outside when she really shouldn't be, much to the chagrin of her parents.Her peculiar hues garnered much curiosity in the village, which eventually caught the attention of the Ruby Princess. She was invited to dance in the royal court, and spent several years dedicated to entrancing audiences from far-flung places. The ever-changing variety of patrons sparked her own curiosity once more, and when she had earned enough to support herself, she made plans to explore the world.Eventually, she convinced her parents that as long as she promised to come home to rest when needed, she was set free into the world, and found herself in Doma castle. She danced for yet more audiences, until the castle came crashing down and she had to find somewhere safe to be.Scálaí sought refuge in Kugane, with the proprietors of some of the most famous tea houses. Eventually, she discovered an innate love of brewing and blending teas, and her love of entertaining guests was swiftly rekindled. That's when she got an idea.Settling into an apartment in Lily Hills, Scálaí established Dragonpool. Designed with her favourite things in mind, she worked tirelessly to ensure a perfect space for tired adventurers to escape to. She uses her social connections to secure inexpensive but high quality ingredients for a wide range of teas to soothe the weary adventurer and provide a place to relax, among other things.She can often be found wandering Limsa Lominsa, where she partners with The Bismarck's kitchen to prepare hot meals at the behest of a local refugee resettlement programme. Her soups are a favourite among newcomers who've been placed at The Mizzenmast after a long journey.She may have her quirks, but she will always choose kindness and compliments when encountering new people. She also can't wait to introduce people to her beloved pet fish.

Scálaí is an enjoyer of the erotic arts, with a focus on simplicity, elegance, and care.

I will make you feel like the most important person in the room, my love. And I will mean it.

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700,000 gil per hour, unless at Dragonpool.

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*Aftercare can be exempt from up to thirty minutes of scene time. If, for example, the session goes 20 minutes over (regardless of when aftercare starts), that 20 minutes is not rounded up and included in the final price.Payment is due after the first hour, and each additional increment is due up front. The minimum increment is 30 minutes/half an hour.Session time can be paid in full in advance, if preferred.If there is a maximum available time, it will be communicated at the outset.Scálaí Draíochta runs on vanilla Final Fantasy XIV. You're still more than welcome to use your own glamours for yourself.

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The Final Dance of Doma

It was yet another day in the courtyard of Doma Castle, the sun shining brightly over a brilliant garden, surrounded by ornate citadel walls. Scálaí sat at the edge of a fountain in her performance attire, breathing deeply to prepare herself for another grueling evening.While she was not particularly fond of the Garlean influence on Doman life, she still made great pains to ensure that her work would leave a lasting, and pleasant, impression on the minds of Imperial dignitaries. Their moods were fickle at best, and she's seen enough nonsense in the streets to know that it would take immense effort to keep them from turning their attention to her in the wrong way. Up until this point, she had been quite successful, and her graceful compatriots were all the more thankful for it.Nobody was allowed to touch the dancers; orders that came down directly from Zenos yae Galvus himself, much to the chagrin of the viceroy Yotsuyu. Scálaí didn't pretend to know why, nor did she care. Zenos' proclivities were no secret, and she'd spent enough time in the room with him to know that as long as the girls weren't too brazen, they would be largely ignored, except by the salacious low-rank soldiers.With a world weary sigh, she smoothed her skirt and adjusted her armlets before rising to her feet and striding to the South wing of the castle, where the dancers were housed. She gave a polite nod to every person she passed along the way, receiving responses ranging from a sincere, grateful smile on a servant's face, to an abrupt grunt from a disgruntled soldier. Upon reaching the common room, she stood in the centre of the space and called out. "My darling dancers, it is almost time for tonight's performance. Come to the common room first."A handful of similarly dressed girls emerged from the various doors surrounding the common room, all stopping on the outer rim of the round carpet. Scálaí stood with one hand on her hip, the other bouncing her index finger in a line as she counted heads. "Asheanne, Temuge, Josefina, Eyja, Hotsu...where is Rin?!"Two of the girls look to each other before hesitantly pointing behind them at the line of doors. "She said she's not ready, my lady.""She started breathing too fast and had to sit down."Scálaí held her head in her hands, massaging her temples as her frustration bubbled up despite her efforts. "That girl will be the death of me," she muttered under her breath. "Alright, you lot, work on your forms, we may need to adjust the choreography...again." With a defeated shrug, Scálaí began walking to the room she knew she'd find her pupil in. As she drew closer, the unmistakable sound of quiet sniffles grew ever more audible. Summoning as much patience as she could, she took a deep breath before gently tapping on the door with her knuckles. "Rin, darling? Come out and talk to me. I worry for you."The door slowly slid open, a reluctant face emerging from the dark interior of the room. With tears gently streaming down her face, Rin hiccupped a frantic apology. "M-miss, I'm s-s-sorry..."Scálaí's temper dissipated as the sweet girl in front of her experienced yet another round of stage fright. It was a shame, because when she wasn't falling victim to her insecurity, Rin was a delightfully skilled dancer. She had noticed no shortage of servants taking their sweet time completing their tasks when Rin was performing, much more than they would if she were absent for whatever reason. It reminded her of her own early days in the castle, and brought a smile to her face every time she caught their eyes and sent them scurrying back to work."Shhhhhh...hush, darling. What has you so worked up today?" She cups her pupil's face in her palm, gently rubbing her thumb over the scales on Rin's cheek. She remembered the first time she danced at Shisui. The pressure of such a task was unbearable, but she was stubborn back then, and she's stubborn now. She will bring out the shining star in this one. She will.Rin began to shake in Scálaí's hands. "Y-Y-Yotsuyu told me that if I didn't make these guests happy, she'd send me to the kitchens! I can't be in the kitchens, miss! I can't! My mother would-"Scálaí growled as she closed her eyes and tried very hard to maintain her composure. Yotsuyu was insufferable, and constantly finding ways to make other lives as miserable as her own. No amount of social power was enough for that woman, and it was infuriating. She took a deep breath, trying desperately to ensure that Rin didn't think her anger was directed at her. "Yotsuyu may have been misinformed about the procedures in place to dismiss dancers, my love. The only one who can relegate any dancer, anywhere, is me, and I assure you, your talents are far better served right where you are."Rin's breathing finally calmed, and she lunged forward to embrace her mentor in a desperate hug. "She's so mean, miss. She doesn't pick on any of the other girls, what did I do?!"Scálaí hugged Rin firmly, gently stroking her hair. "Shhhhh...Yotsuyu has many things on her mind, a good lot of which are...stressful." She tried very hard to remain diplomatic, while also not betraying her honesty. "Sometimes, those who are subject to entirely too much stress will end up lashing out at things they feel they have control over." She stepped back, holding her arms at length and resting her palms on Rin's shoulders. "Now. Let's get you sorted, and dressed. We've guests to enrapture with your elegance tonight, my love."

The throne room was immaculate, as always, as Scálaí and her dancers strode gracefully into the space. Various faces were present in the audience; some familiar, some less so. She stood in the centre of the hall, reverently bowing to Yotsuyu, who sat most disrespectfully on the throne that belonged to someone much more worthy. Yotsuyu was so far in her ego that it was easy to convince her of Scálaí's loyal compliance. A useful tool to have in her arsenal, when needed."My esteemed guests, welcome to Doma. It is with great pleasure that I and my fellow dancers perform for you, on this most auspicious occasion." A short, succinct speech that oozed sincerity every time she delivered it. With another bow, she turned to the girls in an orderly formation behind her, and gestured to send them to their opening places. She turned on her heel, facing the audience and giving a nod to the musicians off to her left. The music began.The sounds of the drums reverberated through the hall as they always did, giving Scálaí the pounding beat she enjoyed surrendering herself to every day. Her arms flowed like water, her legs propelling her in smooth arcs, the chakrams in her hand slicing a path through the air for her body to follow. She saw the girls behind her every time she opened her eyes, beaming with pride at them before letting herself glide into the next movement.A thunderous boom from beyond the closed doors rattled the room, and the roar of a fire overtook the sudden halt of the musicians' instruments. The doors swung open, a frantic commander shouting above the flames. "We're under attack! Soldiers, in positions! Now!"Chaos ensued. The dignitaries scattered like frightened rats, madly rushing to find some semblance of safety in a wide open space. Yotsuyu fled behind the throne, no doubt using some personal escape path that she thought would come in handy for a moment just like this.The bitch.As the soldiers at the doors prepared themselves for a vicious fight, she grabbed every girl she could by the hand and linked them together so she could move them all at once. "We have to leave, now!"She pulled the girls in a line behind her, making her way to the far wall behind the band's designated spot. She held them behind a pillar, holding a hand firmly over Rin's mouth to keep her from screaming and giving them away. "Hush. They cannot find us. Do you hear me?"Rin nodded desperately, her eyes widening in unbridled fear. Scálaí pulled her hand away, and Rin's silence was the biggest relief of that moment. She linked the girls' hands together once more, grabbing Rin by her free wrist and pulling them all along the wall until they reached the doors.They made it out of the Hall of the Four Pillars, only to find themselves facing a handful of idle soldiers. Their heads turned at the flurry of the dancers' footsteps, and every single one of them suddenly had a lascivious grin on their faces."Let's go, boys! This is what they call spoils of war.""I want the green one. She looks like she'd taste like the tea they keep giving us.""No, no, save the green one for last. She's the real prize tonight. I've dreamed of tasting her for weeks."Scálaí's eyes stared daggers into them. She squeezed Rin's hand, feeling the poor girl tremble. Her eyes darted around the hall, watching as pieces of the castle came crashing to the floor. She turned on her heel and bolted for the balcony doors to her right, yanking the trail of girls behind her.Temuge's feet couldn't stay properly grounded, however, and she tumbled forward before she could take two steps. As she made a desperate bid to rise to her feet, the pillar behind her collapsed, one large piece of it pinning her skirt to the floor. The other girls desperately tried to pull it free, until Scálaí didn't want to wait any longer and slashed through the trapped fabric with a knife she kept tucked in her armlet. "Run!" She shouted to the girls as she stood back to follow behind them."Oh ho, don't think you can get away from us that easy," shouted one of the soldiers. "We can run too, you know!"Scálaí and the girls made it through the doors not long before the soldiers kicked it back open behind them. In a moment that felt like forever, any control she thought she had over keeping the girls safe disintegrated to dust.As the ring leader of the delinquent soldiers grinned hungrily at her from the doorway, a thunderous crack resounded off the walls. One girl's screams forced Scálaí to spin around, just in time to watch the floor crumble beneath the girls' feet and bring Josefina, Asheanne, and poor exposed Temuge plummeting to the ground below."No!""Well damn," sneered one of the soldiers behind her. "Guess that means our options just got limited a little bit, boys. One of us is going to have to share now!""Aw, but I wanted the tiny one to myself," lamented another.No, no, no... Scálaí grew frantic. She still had a solid grip on Rin, and Hotsu and Eyja were on the other side of the growing chasm in the floor. She flailed at them, unable to conjure the words to tell them clearly to run for their lives. Hotsu understood the message, and bolted around the corner after grabbing Eyja's hand.All that was left was to get past that gap.She launched herself forward, dragging a terrified Rin behind her and sprinting over the remaining secure parts of the floor to reach the safe side of the growing fissure. She tumbled forward on the other side, rolling with Rin held tightly in her arms to make sure she didn't take the brunt of the impact. She let Rin go, giving her a hard push to set her upright and running. "Go! Find the others!""My lady, I can't leave you!""You can! You have to! Find them!"Rin hesitated, her eyes darting over the chaos of the room before turning on her heel and sprinting for the corner. Scálaí stood, breath heaving from the exertion and trying to recover enough stamina to get herself out, and fast.A sudden snap under her heel and a surge of pain at the base of her spine forced a glass-shattering scream from her throat. She turned her head, staring down at the belligerent ring leader hanging from her tail to save himself from the same fate as the girls whose bodies lie limp under the rubble beneath them. The weight of him brought her slamming to her knees, her hands barely hanging on to a torn scrap of carpet to keep herself from going the same way. Hot tears streamed from her eyes as she felt the scale plate on her back peel away from her skin. Not like this...Suddenly, a powerful grip on her arm was trying to bring her up to what little remained of solid floor. Her head whipped back around to see Rin knelt down, holding her wrist desperately in both hands with tears streaming down her face. "Miss Scálaí, hold on!""Rin, no! I told you to run!""I can't leave you, miss! I won't!""Please, darling, go!""No!"The pressure on her spine rapidly shifted to one side, until the soldier's hands now firmly clamped Rin's wrists. The girl's eyes widened in pure terror, the shock of the movement forcing her to let go of Scálaí's hand as a crack formed behind Rin's heels. Scálaí flung herself forward onto more solid ground, and spun on her own heel to get Rin out of the soldier's hands. Her fingers had barely grazed the skin of Rin's arm before the floor snapped, sending Rin and their tormentor careening to the ground.The silence in Scálaí's ears was deafening despite the cacophony of destruction all around her. Howling in despair, she reached down into the gap, trying with all her might to will the cosmos into bringing Rin, now battered and lifeless, back to her. As her senses slowly returned, she heard smug laughter from her side of the gap in the floor. Turning, white-hot with rage, she saw the other soldiers leaning lazily against the wall, even more lascivious grins plastered on their faces. They moved toward her, the confidence in their steps slowing them down in an arrogant presumption of victory.She ripped a banner from the wall beside her, wrapping the fabric around her left arm and holding the wooden post firm in her right. One soldier lunged; she sidestepped his advance and wrapped the banner around his head, sliding the post free from the fabric and sending him flying into the hole. The second ran straight at her, and Scálaí ducked under his flailing arm to ram the banner post into his sternum, knocking him limp to the floor, where his shoulders and arms dangled over the edge. The third drew his baton and swung downward, hitting her right shoulder as she lunged at his centre of gravity, ultimately knocking him down on his back. She jammed the post into his shoulder while he was down, and loomed over him. "You will not win today." In one wild swing, she cracked the banner rod over his skull, sending splinters and tiny drops of blood through the air. The remaining two soldiers stared in terror at the anger in her eyes, and bolted around the corner.She had to leave, and fast. Smoke from the fires in the hall had grown too thick to breathe through, and she was forced to crawl on all fours toward her escape. She managed to reach the door before she collapsed, struggling with each inhale, onto the carpet.

All she could see was black. The only signals that she was alive were the howls and shouts of insurgents brawling with Imperial forces as her limp body was hauled away from the smoking rubble. She coughed, her eyes fluttering open to see a clear sky and three unfamiliar faces looking toward an uncertain destination.
"Rin...""Don't speak, my lady," hushed one of the voices. "You've been down for a while. Let us get you out of here.""Please...the girls-""We found them, they're en route to Kugane now. They're safe, I promise."She knew they were wrong. She didn't want them to be, but she knew they were wrong. All she could do now was hope that the two she saw run away made it free.

Scálaí sipped gently from the delicate cup in her hands, staring vacantly through the nearby window at the tranquil city outside. She had grown adept at holding back the tears by now, but the pain beneath them hadn't grown any fainter with time."One day. Eyja...Hotsu..." She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she sipped again. "I promise I will find you, if only so I can tell you how sorry I am."She set the empty cup down as she stood, and walked with an uneven gait to the teahouse door.

"Bring me the dancer."Yotsuyu stared blankly, a twinge of anger in her eye. "Whatever for, my lord?""Bring. Me. The dancer."She sighed, realising there was no point in questioning the conversation. Zenos yae Galvus was not to be trifled with, and the madness behind his eyes made even the most defiant souls quiver anxiously. "If you insist, my lord." She bowed, her begrudging reverence either unnoticed or simply disregarded as Zenos turned his attention to his sword while he waited."And don't bother coming back. I want to speak with her alone."She turned on her heel and strode out of the chamber, her steps turning into an angry march the moment the doors closed behind her. "What in the fuck does he want with that skinny little woman?! She just twirls around in dresses, it's not like she's special!"Several dozen furious steps later, Yotsuyu reaches the South wing of the castle, stopping at an ornate door and pounding angrily on it. "You! Dancer! Come out at once!"In stark contrast to Yotsuyu's frenzied stomping, a series of quiet, measured footsteps echo from behind the door. A heavy clank of the latch forces Yotsuyu back a step, and a tiny green glow emerges from the shadow of the door before moving to reveal Scálaí's face. "...Yes, my lady?""Lord Zenos wishes to see you.""...At this hour?""Don't question me!" Yotsuyu's eyes blazed angrily as she clenched her fists. "I have no reason to lie about my lord's requests. I am here as his envoy, and you answer to me as much as to him!""Of course, my lady. My sincerest apologies...I do require a moment to dress."Yotsuyu narrowed her eyes suspiciously, stepping back and watching the door slowly close. Eventually, it opens again, and Scálaí steps out in a silk robe, tied together at the waist. "I do hope this is sufficient.""Fine, fine, whatever." Yotsuyu seethed. "I take it you know how to get to the throne room?"Scálaí nodded politely."Good. Now get there!"

Scálaí stepped into the throne room, each quiet footfall echoing through the expanse of the chamber. Stopping just before the steps to the dais, she bowed politely to the languid figure draped over the throne."You asked for me, my lord?"Zenos turned his gaze to Scálaí, letting his arm drop lazily into his lap, sword and all. "How long have you been here, Dancer?""A month, my lord.""A month. Hm.""Is my performance not to your liking?""I could not care less about any movement that doesn't end in bloodshed. And I've heard no complaints of you thus far."Scálaí's upright composure remained, but her expression narrowed into suspicious curiosity. "I am glad to hear it, my lord."Zenos shifted on the throne, leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees. Fingers laced together, he rested his chin on his hands. "You do not look afraid. Interesting.""Have I reason to be, my lord?""You can drop that obnoxious pretense at any point. It's obvious that you don't like addressing me with such formality.""Whether I like something or not has no bearing on how I am to conduct myself. And I am not the sort to behave in a manner above my station."Zenos laughed. A low, smug chuckle that grew into a cackling so loud the banners on the walls began to sway in its breeze. He stood, sheathing the sword as each slow, loud step was accompanied by the clatter of his armour. He stopped, looming over Scálaí and tilting his head curiously as she craned her neck to keep her gaze locked onto his eyes. "You are an odd one, Dancer. You could easily be crushed under heel, and yet you stand there, unmoving, firmly focused on my eyes despite the uncomfortable orientation they've left you in."Scálaí blinked once. "I am unaware of my lord's familiarity with my people, but imposing size is simply a fact of life for any auri woman. Though, to your credit, you seem to inhabit a higher altitude than the men I grew up around."Zenos chuckled as he hooked his finger under her chin, turning her head to the left, then to the right. Scálaí's eyes remained firmly fixed on his face, regardless of where his gaze was focused. "Such a tiny thing..."Scálaí blinked once to keep her vision clear as Zenos continued to stare with a bizarre fascination at the tiny woman in his hands. "Is there something you have need of that I am able to provide, my lord?""Zenos.""My lord?""My name is Zenos.""I am aware of that, my lord.""Then you have all the information you need to call me by my name, rather than this preposterous back and forth with 'my lord, my lord, my lord.'" Zenos finally relinquished Scálaí's face with a flick of his hand, and she inhaled deeply as she straightened her posture from the abrupt fling of her head."If you are certain...Zenos.""Good girl." Zenos plopped himself back onto the throne with a clatter of armour after lifting his sword from the seat. "You have remarkable composure in the face of danger, you know.""Am I in danger?"Another resonant laugh. "Do you not feel threatened by the giant sword I could swing through your neck in an instant?"Scálaí shifted her posture as her spine straightened. "I'm unsure you want the honest answer, to be blunt.""You would be the first person to give me one, considering." Zenos shrugged. "I only ever hear simpering platitudes from fools who scramble to tell me what they think I want to hear.""Such dishonesty will likely be their downfall, then."Zenos grinned fiendishly. "You are correct again, Dancer.""Scálaí.""Hm?""My name is Scálaí. It seems only fitting to offer my own, given your previous statement with regard to addressing you."Zenos' grin remained. "Scálaí. Why do I have a sneaking suspicion that you will be very...very...useful?"

"They're all insufferable!" Zenos flung his cape to the floor in exasperation."You have said that several times.""And I still mean it." He slumped on the throne, planting his head in his hand as he groaned in frustration. "But it's apparently impolite to kill them.""You would get no satisfaction from it, anyway."Zenos grunted. "You're right, Dancer.""Zenos.""Scálaí. I trust you have had better luck in figuring out what they want."Scálaí finally tilted her head up to gaze at Zenos from her position on the floor. "They want the same things every other one wants; money, power, or protection." She rises to her feet, leaning lazily on the back of the throne as she stares at him."What good are you, then?!""I didn't say I was." She shrugged nonchalantly.Zenos glared at her. "I am well aware of how little you respect me.""I respect you as much as you are due. It's whether I like you that should be called into question."Zenos huffed. "Why do I tolerate you?! It's been three years. Without reconnaissance, you're just a very expensive whore."A beat of silence. "Indeed I am, my lord."Another beat, underscored by the clinking grind of metal as Zenos turned to face her. "What is it you want?""My wants don't matter. Yotsuyu burns to find a reason to crush me under heel. I'd rather not give her one." She stares lackadaisically at the vaulted ceiling, admiring the sunlight creeping across the pillars."She does despise you quite substantially.""I can't help that. If she wants your approval badly enough, she will figure out how to get it without coming anywhere near me, or she'll die. I'm content to be far away from such intrigue."Zenos huffs again. "You're far from any and all intrigue at this point."Scálaí lets her head hang lazily against the throne, rolling her eyes outside of his line of sight. "Only to those who aren't relevant yet."He scoffs loudly. "You're spying for me and I am not informed of your intelligence yet?""You are not."He growled. "I don't trust you, Dancer.""You should, but I do not blame you. The only thing that can make your confidence falter is someone unbothered by your posturing. As far as I'm aware, there are only two people who fit that description."Zenos' eyes widened. "You didn't."Scálaí scoffs now. "I did not. But it is still obvious.""Get me information...Scálaí.""You can wait." Her footsteps echoed across the hall as she left.