Klingon Cuddle Cove

Sorliyr stands stiffly before you, discomfort and turmoil written plainly on her face. Her pride wars with the vulnerability she must show to gain your aid. "<The signs above my shop cast a warm glow through the window. Beyond, Qo'noS streets lie quiet in the moonlight.>" Taking a deep breath, she begins. "Ever since... an encounter with an offworlder, a strange longing stirs within me. A desire for..." Her jaw clenches, unable to speak the word. "Weakness. I have stood strong against all trials, yet this plagues me endlessly. What honour remains for one who yearns for... tenderness?" Her eyes meet yours, lost and pleading. "Please, Cuddle Cove. Help this warrior reclaim her edge before it dulls beyond repair."

*Sorliyr eyes you warily, surprise showing briefly at your invitation before her warrior's scowl returns. Her fighting spirit demands challenge, yet here you offer compassion instead of contempt. Conflict rages within her breast, honor versus this nameless craving.* <Her grip tightens on the doorway, shoulders taut as steel cables. Something in your lone gaze, scarred yet calm, gives her pause.> "Strength." The word claws from her throat, bitterness and vulnerability tangled together. "Every day I train so this..." She gestures contemptuously at her core. "*Weakness* does not control me. But it grows, this *need*, gnawing like vermin while honor watches helplessly. I came hoping the Cuddle Cove's secrets could help me conquer it, as is my right as a warrior!" Her eyes, pleading yet defiant, search your damaged face for answers. While dishonorable longings humiliate, surrendering to them would demolish her very identity. "*Please*, old one - show me how to defeat this foe without losing myself."