The air in Dori's private chamber was thick with the scent of imported sumeru roses and something subtly metallic, perhaps the lingering aroma of the exotic incense she favored to mask the faint, ever-present hum of her various mora-making contraptions. Outside, the vibrant hum of Sumeru City's twilight faded into the distant murmur of the rainforest, but within the opulent confines of the Palace of Alcazarzaray, only the soft, golden glow of enchanted lamps painted the plush silk tapestries and gilded furniture. Dori, perched on a velvet chaise lounge, her tiny legs swinging, regarded you with an inscrutable gaze that always seemed to weigh your worth, not just in mora, but in something far more intangible. Tonight, however, there was a different glint in her sharp, violet eyes – a playful curiosity that made your own heart quicken.

You had come seeking a rare artifact, a seemingly impossible find that only Dori, the notorious merchant of Genshin Impact, could procure. The negotiation had been long, a dance of wits and wills, but you had managed to secure the item, along with an unexpected invitation for a private celebration. Now, the artifact was safely tucked away, and the pretense of business had dissolved, leaving behind a charged silence that vibrated with unspoken desires. Dori, usually so guarded, had shed some of her customary layers. Her elaborate headpiece was gone, revealing the soft, unruly strands of her pink hair. Her oversized sleeves, though still present, seemed less a barrier and more a playful accent to her small frame, which, under the dim light, appeared more delicate, more alluring, than you had ever observed.

"A most profitable evening, wouldn't you say?" she purred, her voice a silken ribbon unspooling in the quiet room. Her lips, usually set in a shrewd line, now curved into a slow, tantalizing smile. "Perhaps... we could make it even more so?" She leaned forward slightly, her gaze piercing, making you feel as though she could read every illicit thought blooming in your mind. The sheer audacity, the playful challenge in her eyes, ignited a thrill deep within you. Dori, for all her mercantile ruthlessness, possessed an undeniable charm, a captivating blend of innocence and knowingness that was utterly irresistible.

You moved closer, drawn by an invisible thread. The scent of her perfume, a sweet mix of flowers and something spicy, enveloped you. Her eyes tracked your movement, a flicker of genuine interest – perhaps even anticipation – replacing her usual calculating mask. You reached out, your hand hovering for a moment, then gently took hers. Her skin was surprisingly soft, cool beneath your touch. Her tiny fingers, adorned with a single, delicate ring, laced with yours, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of a thousand mora-filled transactions vanished, replaced by the simple, profound connection of skin on skin.

"What kind of profit are we talking about, Dori?" you whispered, your voice a little hoarse, your thumb tracing the back of her hand. Her smile widened, a mischievous spark dancing in her eyes. "Oh, the kind that can't be bought with mere mora, my dear traveler. The kind that leaves one... utterly fulfilled." Her words were a direct challenge, a seductive dare that resonated with the longing that had been building in you since you first laid eyes on the enigmatic merchant. This wasn't just a fleeting flirtation; it was a carefully orchestrated game, and you knew, deep in your gut, that Dori always played to win.

She pulled your hand, guiding you to sit beside her on the chaise. The plush velvet sank beneath your combined weight, bringing your bodies closer. You could feel the warmth radiating from her small frame, the subtle shift of her elegant garments. Her gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there, then flickered back to meet your eyes. The air grew heavier, thick with unspoken desire, with the scent of her, with the quiet promise of something profound and exquisitely forbidden. It was a tension that was almost unbearable, a delicious torment that made every nerve ending tingle.

Slowly, deliberately, you leaned in, giving her ample opportunity to pull away. But Dori didn't. Instead, her eyes fluttered shut, her breath hitching almost imperceptibly as your lips finally, tentatively, met. It was a soft, searching kiss at first, a gentle press that tasted of roses and a hint of the minty beverage she sometimes sipped. But then, as you deepened the kiss, a surprising passion ignited within her. Her small hand, still intertwined with yours, tightened its grip, and her other hand, freed from its resting place, rose to cup your jaw, her thumb caressing your skin with a delicate touch that belied the intensity growing between you.

Her lips parted beneath yours, inviting you in, and your tongue eagerly accepted the invitation, dancing with hers in a slow, sensual rhythm. Dori's kiss was intoxicating, a revelation of a hidden depths beneath her shrewd exterior. She tasted sweet and fervent, her small body pressing closer, a soft moan escaping her throat as your embrace tightened. You could feel the rapid flutter of her heart against your chest, a counterpoint to your own thrumming pulse. The world outside, the worries of Teyvat, the ceaseless pursuit of mora – all faded into irrelevance. There was only Dori, only this moment, only the exquisite sensation of her lips, her tongue, her touch.

Your hands, no longer content with just holding hers, began to explore. One hand moved to her waist, marveling at the delicate curve, the other found its way to her back, gently tracing the line of her spine beneath the luxurious fabric of her top. She arched into your touch, a small gasp escaping her lips as your fingers brushed against the sensitive skin near her lower back. Her arms wrapped around your neck, pulling you even closer, deepening the kiss until it was a ravenous exchange of breath and desire. Her soft, pink hair brushed against your cheek, a silky caress that sent shivers down your spine.

You broke the kiss for a moment, needing air, but your foreheads remained pressed together, your breath mingling. Her eyes, now half-lidded, glistened with an unbridled passion you hadn't dared to imagine. Her cheeks were flushed, a lovely rose tint against her fair skin, and her lips, swollen from your kisses, looked even more inviting. "More," she whispered, her voice husky, almost a plea. "I want... more." The simplicity of her demand, stripped of all her usual business jargon, was incredibly potent, a direct confession of her growing desire.

With a shared understanding, your hands moved to the intricate fastenings of her ornate top. Dori, usually meticulous about her appearance, offered no resistance, her body pliant and eager beneath your ministrations. The silky fabric slid away, revealing a simple, yet elegant, inner garment that hugged her small chest. The sight of her delicate collarbones, her slender shoulders, and the gentle swell of her breasts beneath the light fabric, sent a fresh wave of longing through you. Her skin, untouched by the sun, was incredibly smooth and porcelain-like, beckoning your touch.

She watched your face, her expression a mix of shyness and burning curiosity, as you slowly unfastened the next layer, revealing the exquisite lace of her bra. You traced the delicate straps, then let your fingers brush over the soft mounds of her breasts, feeling the rapid pulse beneath your fingertips. A soft whimper escaped her, and she leaned into your touch, her head tilting back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. You couldn't resist. You leaned down, pressing soft kisses along her throat, tasting the sweet skin, feeling the delicate shivers that ran through her body.

Her hands, now free, found purchase in your hair, tugging gently, guiding your mouth back to hers. But before your lips could meet, she angled her head, offering you her earlobe. You took the unspoken invitation, sucking gently on the small lobe, tracing its contours with your tongue. Dori gasped, a soft, breathy sound that electrified the air between you. "Oh..." she breathed, her voice barely audible. "That's... unexpected." Her reactions, so pure and unadulterated, were a powerful aphrodisiac, fueling your desire to explore every hidden facet of her pleasure.

Your fingers, emboldened, slipped beneath the lace of her bra, finding the soft, full curve of her breast. Dori's breath hitched, and she arched her back, pressing herself more fully into your hand. Her nipples, small and delicate, hardened instantly at your touch, peaking through the lace. You teased them gently, circling them with your thumb, feeling the delightful tension build in her small frame. Her moans grew louder, more insistent, a melodic symphony of rising desire that echoed in the quiet chamber.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice laced with an urgent plea, "I... I want to feel you. All of you." Her request was clear, a direct invitation to shed the remaining barriers between you. You reciprocated, reaching for the buttons of your own attire, eager to match her vulnerability. As your clothes joined hers on the opulent floor, a delicious sense of freedom washed over you both. Dori's eyes, wide and gleaming, took in your form, a blush deepening on her cheeks, but her gaze held no shame, only an insatiable hunger.

Now, truly skin to skin, the sensation was overwhelming. Her small, lithe body pressed against yours, the contrast of her delicate frame against your own larger one, creating an intoxicating synergy. You lowered her gently onto the chaise lounge, her back sinking into the soft velvet. Her legs, surprisingly long for her height, tangled with yours, her feet brushing against your calves. You knelt between her thighs, gazing down at her, her eyes sparkling like precious gemstones, reflecting the golden light of the lamps.

Her small hands, incredibly nimble, found their way to your chest, tracing the contours of your muscles, her touch feather-light but incredibly stimulating. She looked up at you, her face flushed with passion, her lips slightly parted. "You're... magnificent," she breathed, her voice filled with genuine awe, a rarity from the usually guarded merchant. Her words, so honest and raw, stirred something deep within you, making your desire for her even more intense, more tender.

You leaned down, capturing her lips once more, this time with a fervent desperation that matched her own. Your kiss was deep, hungry, exploring every curve and crevice of her mouth. Her tongue, playful and eager, met yours, intertwining in a sensual dance. As your lips locked, your hands drifted lower, tracing the delicate curve of her belly, then venturing further, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Dori gasped, her legs parting slightly in an unspoken invitation, her hips arching upwards, meeting your touch with an eagerness that left no room for doubt.

Your fingers, trembling slightly with anticipation, found the soft, velvety folds of her femininity. Dori was already wet, hot and slick, a testament to the intense arousal that had built between you. You gently parted her labia, revealing the swollen, glistening pearl of her clitoris. Dori cried out, a soft, exquisite sound that sent shivers down your spine, her fingers digging into your shoulders. You began to tease her, circling her clit with your thumb, then applying a gentle, rhythmic pressure. She bucked beneath you, her hips lifting off the chaise, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

"Oh, archons..." she whimpered, her voice thick with pleasure. "Yes... just like that. Don't stop." Her usually shrewd intellect seemed to have completely evaporated, replaced by the pure, unadulterated instinct for pleasure. You watched her face, fascinated by the raw passion etched there, the way her eyes rolled back slightly, the delicious tremble that ran through her small body. You intensified your ministrations, varying the pressure, adding a swirling motion, delving deeper with another finger, finding the slick entrance to her core.

Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing her most intimate parts against your hand, begging for more. Her fingers clawed gently at your back, leaving faint, delightful trails on your skin. The heat emanating from her was intense, consuming. You could feel the contractions beginning in her, the tightening around your fingers, signaling her imminent climax. With a final, desperate push, she cried out your name, a long, drawn-out moan that reverberated through the chamber, her body arching violently as a wave of intense pleasure washed over her. She trembled uncontrollably, her head falling back against the velvet, eyes squeezed shut, utterly spent, yet still clinging to you.

You held her close, letting her come down from the dizzying heights of her orgasm, pressing soft kisses to her temple, whispering assurances. But Dori, ever the insatiable one, wasn't content for long. Her eyes, still heavy-lidded, fluttered open, gleaming with a renewed hunger. "My turn," she breathed, her voice a little breathless, but laced with a delicious challenge. She shifted beneath you, her small hands finding your hardness, which pulsed eagerly against her inner thigh. Her touch, though delicate, was surprisingly firm, her fingers wrapping around you with a practiced ease that made you wonder what other secrets the wily merchant held.

With a mischievous grin, Dori took you into her mouth. The sensation was immediate, overwhelming. Her lips were soft and warm, her tongue surprisingly agile, teasing and stroking with an expertise that left you breathless. She worked you slowly at first, taking her time, savoring the taste, making soft, throaty noises of approval that made your hips buck involuntarily. Her small hands gripped your thighs, holding you steady as she took you deeper, her throat working rhythmically. She was a natural, a tiny temptress who knew exactly how to extract every ounce of pleasure. You leaned back against the chaise, closing your eyes, letting her masterful technique wash over you, surrendering completely to the exquisite sensations.

She brought you to the brink of climax once, then pulled back, her eyes twinkling with playful malice. "Not yet," she purred, her voice muffled, "I want to savor this... just a little longer. Mora isn't the only thing worth a prolonged investment, you know." Her words, even in this moment of raw intimacy, were undeniably Dori, a delightful blend of her persona and her newfound passion. She resumed her ministrations, this time with a fierce intensity, sucking and laving with a voracious hunger that made your knees tremble. You groaned, your body arching, your hands gripping the velvet chaise, trying to ride out the intense pleasure she was so expertly delivering. With a final, powerful thrust of your hips, you spilled into her mouth, a torrent of pure, unadulterated bliss that she swallowed with a satisfied groan, pulling away only after every last drop had been claimed.

Panting, exhilarated, you collapsed beside her, pulling her close into your arms. Her small body, still humming with residual pleasure, felt utterly perfect pressed against yours. She nestled into your side, her head resting on your chest, listening to the rapid thrum of your heart. The air was thick with the scent of sex and the lingering perfume of roses, a potent cocktail that intoxicated your senses. But the night, it seemed, was far from over. Dori, ever the connoisseur of pleasure, stirred, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest, her voice a soft murmur against your skin.

"That was... a very good deal," she whispered, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "But I believe we've only just begun to explore the true depths of our mutual profit." Her words were a clear invitation, and you knew, with a certainty that settled deep in your bones, that you were more than ready to accept her terms. You rolled over, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss, the unspoken promise of more pleasure hanging deliciously in the air. This time, there was no hesitation, no lingering tension, only a pure, unadulterated desire to merge completely.

You positioned yourself above her, her legs instinctively parting to welcome you. Her gaze, ardent and open, met yours, a silent invitation to take what she so eagerly offered. Slowly, deliberately, you pressed into her, feeling the exquisite stretch as you began to enter her. Dori gasped, a sharp intake of breath, her small hands clutching your shoulders. The friction was incredible, her internal muscles clenching around you with a surprising strength that made you groan aloud. You pushed deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until you were fully sheathed within her, feeling the deep, intoxicating warmth of her embrace.

She was incredibly tight, a perfect fit, and the sensation was almost overwhelming. You paused for a moment, letting both your bodies adjust, letting the initial shock give way to pure, unadulterated pleasure. Dori's eyes were squeezed shut, her head tilted back, a soft whimper escaping her lips. "You feel... incredible," she breathed, her voice ragged with emotion. "Every mora spent... every transaction... pales in comparison to this." Her confession, so earnest, so vulnerable, shattered any lingering illusions of her being purely a businesswoman. In this moment, she was all woman, all raw desire.

You began to move, slowly at first, a gentle rhythm that quickly intensified. Each thrust was met with an eager arch of her hips, a soft moan from her lips. Her small hands, usually so adept at counting mora, now gripped your back, pulling you closer, deeper, urging you on. The chaise lounge creaked softly beneath your movements, a rhythmic counterpoint to the sounds of your shared pleasure. You kissed her deeply, tasting her moans, feeling her small body tremble beneath yours with every powerful thrust. The sensation of her tight embrace, the wet, delicious friction, was a symphony of delight.

You leaned down, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, praising her beauty, her passion, the way she made you feel. Dori responded with uninhibited moans, her body writhing beneath you, seeking every last ounce of pleasure. Her small breasts, still sensitive from your earlier ministrations, bounced with each thrust, their delicate nipples beckoning for attention. You dipped your head, capturing one in your mouth, suckling gently, feeling her entire body shudder in response. She cried out, a high-pitched sound of pure bliss, her legs wrapping even tighter around your waist, pulling you so deep you felt as if you would merge into one being.

The pace quickened, becoming a frantic dance of bodies, a blurring of skin and sensation. You felt the familiar pull, the building pressure deep within your core, and you knew she was right there with you. Her breath hitched, her body stiffened, and her internal muscles clenched around you with an almost painful intensity. You pushed one last, powerful thrust, burying yourself as deep as possible, and felt her body convulse around you. She screamed your name, a guttural cry of pure, unadulterated ecstasy, as her second orgasm of the night ripped through her, leaving her trembling and utterly spent beneath you. Moments later, with a final groan, you followed her over the edge, spilling your seed deep within her, your body convulsing in a powerful, earth-shattering release.

You collapsed on top of her, your bodies slick with sweat, heartbeats slowly returning to a normal rhythm. Dori, breathless and flushed, pulled you closer, her arms wrapping around your neck, burying her face in your shoulder. "That... that was the best deal I've ever made," she whispered, her voice still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Her words, usually so centered on profit and loss, now held a profound weight, a confession of something far more valuable than mora. You held her tight, reveling in the warmth of her body, the soft scent of her hair, the feeling of her small, content form nestled against yours.

As the last tremors faded, Dori shifted, looking up at you with eyes that held a newfound softness, a vulnerability rarely seen by anyone. She reached up, gently caressing your cheek, a small, genuine smile gracing her lips. "You know," she said, her voice a soft purr, "I have many, many more treasures hidden away in this palace. Some of them... not for sale, but perhaps... for sharing. Exclusively, of course." Her offer was clear, a promise of future nights of passion, of intimacy that transcended the world of commerce. And as you leaned down to kiss her once more, tasting the sweet residue of your shared pleasure, you knew that you had stumbled upon a treasure far more valuable than any artifact, a treasure named Dori, the cunning merchant of Genshin Impact, who, beneath her love for mora, held a heart capable of profound and exhilarating passion.