Knee to Knee
Sexual Induendo, Cursing, Therapist Talk, Sexual Language, Teasing
Harper had been exceptionally surprised when she had gotten her first booking for a therapy session, after she had hung her sign outside the door there in Antiva City -- Harper Flynn, Therapist and Detective for Hire. She had rather assumed that not many in Antiva would leap at the idea of going to someone and talking about what troubled them, but she had found success, for a time, in another city that she purposely would not think about, not since the ringing of the bells had drove her Northbound as fast as she could. So here she was, setting up a new life for her, a new alias, and to be fair she really liked Harper, it had been a stroke of luck -- now maybe she needed to think about taking lessons on the harp and tell everyone it was her mother's dying wish -- that could be fun.

But the sign had hung less than a day, before she had her first appointment, which was due to arrive at any moment. She wasn't too concerned about who it was, either someone there to have a comforting ear, or to hire her to go track someone down and bring them home. I usually happened in that order -- cry about a break up, and then cry about someone skipping out on the marriage and child without a divorce that needed someone to be tracked down successfully to initial either therapy, or divorce papers. Both of these things Harper excelled at, and enjoyed. It was a calling, after all, having spent the bulk of her youth learning her trade at the University in Orlais. Oh, Orlais... maybe one day she'd be able to go back, but for now, Antiva would be home, and she'd be happy there.

As her new client arrived, she ushered them into her office, and offered a plush chair across from another, a small gap between the two, facing one another. She didn't like the idea of a desk, it was a barrier, and could impede real growth and breakthroughs in therapy sessions, so instead, her own plush chair had a small table beside it, where her lap desk sat. Someone tall might have to swing their legs to the side, or sit knee to knee with her, but it allowed an intimacy that helped people open up, and that's what she was there for, after all, wasn't it? To help? So as her client sat, she rested back in her seat, not yet pulling the lapdesk over, she wouldn't need notes for this first meeting, I am Harper, Miss Flynn if you want to be formal, but I prefer to be called Harper, please, and I've been a therapist for over a decade, with formal teaching for Orlais University, and if at any time you wish to stop talking about a topic, or a topic isn't one you'd like to explore today, then just say so, we're not here for uncomfortable yet, we're here to learn a little about one another first, and make sure that we'll be able to work together in a way that is both helpful to you, and meaningful to your growth as a person, I'm so happy to meet you, Mister...

@Lustara