Yughoshi Materna Chanyosa
Daiyu Okiya
Daiyu Okiya
Scahrossar: Soft moans of ecstatic bliss filled the private rooms of Madame Chao-Xing’s house for those who sought pleasures of forbidden desires could find just what they needed here. Some of the melodies which played through the walls would be of pleasure, others would be of pain, and in some places only the voices of intelligence would be imprinted in the air as that was all that was asked of some of the ladies of the orchards. Whether it is pleasure of the flesh or pleasure of the mind, the ladies of the Daiyu Okiya did their work without flaws or fault in their performances. Customers were happy and satiated for all their desires, and they were given a treatment in a style that was befitting of only the most proper of woman. In the main hall and galley of the house the various women who were not currently busy idled themselves with delicate foods and pleasant drinks, dressed in outfits of silken fantasies and scant cloth decorations which outline their feminine forms to draw and tease the senses of sight, leading one to not just think, but know what sort of pleasure they would offer. Elegance befitting of more noble women would be how these ladies presented themselves, and it would indeed even seem to match the décor of the house as it was refined with artifacts and areas of many different cultures and practices.
It was perhaps the most “noble” of
the many houses that offered this sort of business, and was a place in which
men could come and know their actions would be held in discretion so long as
they treated their hostesses well. Only the worst of consequences would befall
those who betrayed or harmed the ladies of the house, even worse to those who
would try to steal them and keep them as their own personal object to be
contained against their will. Regardless of their position the Madame refused
to let her girls be looked at as nothing more then property by her customers
and patrons, else she feel they might get a bit greedy as she knew the males
who came here often were. After all why else would they be here if they didn’t
feel the need to “own” someone, even if only for a night?
Unfortunately for one of the men he
had not decided to stick to the rules of the house and had gone behind the
Madame’s back, and he would be paying dearly for it. Right now he was waist
deep in the pleasure of a woman whom didn’t actually work for the Madame
herself, but was a personal friend of her grace and many others of influence.
Namely that of the Concubine to Lao’Taun, wife to Koshiro Kiri, Empress of
Lorenz, and the former Grand Magistra of the Harbingers Satrina Sheitani. They
were actually to meet later tonight to decide on the punishment for the man to
whom she was currently wrapped in erotic bliss with, the soft supine features
of her lean legs wrapped around the firm pillar of a torso that belong to the
male she shared her current pleasure with. Within her form she felt helpless to
the waves of ecstasy that flew throughout the feminine being, or at least that
was the image she wished to present towards the male creature she shared her
divine, elegant frame with. Rivulets of silken red hair would sway softly back
and forth over the sheets as she lay beneath his form, slender digits attached
to greedy palms cupping her luscious curves in such ways that caused her to
elicit deep, heavy sounds of only erotic pleasure to escape from her
lips.
The soft round, pert mounds that lay
on her chest would sway back and forth before being crushed against his
hardened form, the feel of her rose-buds atop the delicious curvature of her
breasts hardened against his skin. Full lips of scarlet matching the color of
the slender claws that scratched down his back with a beautiful ferocity would
be incapable of remaining away from his own lips, the sweltering of the
moistened appendage in between them reached out to seek his own for a dance
while her toxic green hues would close themselves within the pleasure. Every
time he pushed into her lilith chambers she cried out, either into his mouth or
out to rebound off the walls of pleasure around them, as her own walls of
erotic bliss surrounded his firmness which moved back and forth within her,
bringing her ever closer to that sweet, delicate yet powerful release.
Given that this had started quite a while ago it would not be long before the divine pleasures of erotic femininity released from her in waters of carnal pleasure, to which the sounds that escaped from plush red lips were no less pleasing to the senses then the feelings in which she felt currently. Her head would shoot backwards to be pressed against the silken cushions as she felt him near, and a sadistic grin curved the blossomed scarlet pillows of her lips as she released more then just her pleasure upon him. Within her she held a few toxins which could be administered in quite a few ways, though currently they were being released through the place which brought her waves of bliss that connected her to his form. The toxins would sink into any openings, whether they are simply the pores of his skin or other areas such as the mouth, and would quickly react to cause him first to be incapable of producing his impure seed. He would find himself so close to falling off the edge that she had currently dived from and into the pools of her own feminine erotic bliss, but never actually capable of it, making hid mind dull to nothing more then pure animal instinct.
Given that this had started quite a while ago it would not be long before the divine pleasures of erotic femininity released from her in waters of carnal pleasure, to which the sounds that escaped from plush red lips were no less pleasing to the senses then the feelings in which she felt currently. Her head would shoot backwards to be pressed against the silken cushions as she felt him near, and a sadistic grin curved the blossomed scarlet pillows of her lips as she released more then just her pleasure upon him. Within her she held a few toxins which could be administered in quite a few ways, though currently they were being released through the place which brought her waves of bliss that connected her to his form. The toxins would sink into any openings, whether they are simply the pores of his skin or other areas such as the mouth, and would quickly react to cause him first to be incapable of producing his impure seed. He would find himself so close to falling off the edge that she had currently dived from and into the pools of her own feminine erotic bliss, but never actually capable of it, making hid mind dull to nothing more then pure animal instinct.
This meant she could enjoy him as
many times as she liked, and she most certainly did for quite a few hours
knowing that her meeting with Satrina and the Madame would be slightly delayed
as she had felt through the empathetic link with her sister of the Magistra.
Once she was finished however she would cause the toxin to enact the second
half of it’s effects, which would paralyze his form into a rock hard state
incapable of anything but movement and breathing. As his body began to stiffen
she would turn to gaze at him through her toxic green hues, which were not thin
like most here who were of orient but round and beautiful, as her face would
remind more so of the typical greek beauty, and held such with the elegance of
a goddess.
The green hues began to slit down the
middle, much like a serpents, and she untangled herself from his form. Coiling
her legs back to herself they would begin to fuse together as she reworked the
muscles and tendons within to become the lower half of a serpent themselves,
taking upon herself the favored form of the Naga/Gorgon. Her stare would even
seem to mimick that of the Gorgon for she would watch him as the man’s body became
as immobile as stone. However, that was not the worst of it, for he was not
only paralyzed, but also still in that state of arousal where he was so close
to that blissful release, but never, ever being able to reach it. For now, this
was to be his punishment, till she and the other two women could decide what to
do with the man, who was some sort of politician within the UAR, or so she had
been told at least.
Emerging from one of the private room the graceful, serpentine form of Scahrossar would elegantly slide into the main foyer of the Black Jade House. She wore no clothes aside from some fine jewelry which had been draped around the woman’s delicious curves, sparkling slightly against the pale, smooth and flawless skin. Her black tail would fuse into the middle of her stomach, though to say that her feminine modesty was covered would only be a technicality since for all intents and purposes she was most certainly naked. She hardly cared for clothing anyways, though when one of the ladies came to drape a silken robe around her pleasurable form she would not refuse, giving the girl a soft smile and a light nod as she returned to her path that led to the Madame of the house, who was currently sitting down by one of the tables likely awaiting for the last of those invited to this little dinner party to arrive.
Emerging from one of the private room the graceful, serpentine form of Scahrossar would elegantly slide into the main foyer of the Black Jade House. She wore no clothes aside from some fine jewelry which had been draped around the woman’s delicious curves, sparkling slightly against the pale, smooth and flawless skin. Her black tail would fuse into the middle of her stomach, though to say that her feminine modesty was covered would only be a technicality since for all intents and purposes she was most certainly naked. She hardly cared for clothing anyways, though when one of the ladies came to drape a silken robe around her pleasurable form she would not refuse, giving the girl a soft smile and a light nod as she returned to her path that led to the Madame of the house, who was currently sitting down by one of the tables likely awaiting for the last of those invited to this little dinner party to arrive.
As she approached the Madame she
would lean in to kiss her twice on the cheek, and then once in between her
breast, as that was her casual greeting(though when she had first arrived, the
kiss had been to the lips) and way of saying that she found the woman to be
exquisitely beautiful for the evening. Scahrossar certainly was not the most
usual of beings as her mind had been developed differently from the rest of any
other society she had been to, but while some might find her actions to be
crude or even base at best, she was more refined and cultured then most
emperors or kings if truth be told, and she knew of many cultures as well. “Good
to see you as always, Madame. Your….problem, has been resolved until we decide
on a more permanent solution.” She would say with a devilish little grin,
clearly having enjoyed the work she did. “Mixing business with pleasure I
see?” The Madame would state with a raised eyebrow and a slight chuckle. “You
sure you don’t want to work here permanently?”
The Serpentine Beauty would
laugh softly while shaking her head. “Oh as much as I would love to, I’m
afraid I am needed in my current position and do not see myself capable of
remaining in only one place. Permanence has, never been my strong suit, as you
well know.” The other woman would give another soft chuckle to what
Scahrossar has said and nodded slightly. “Indeed I do. How long until our
other guest arrives?” The Madame would ask.Scahrossar would nod silently to
the question. “Let me check.” She would state as she reached to get in
contact with Satrina via their mental link, the one which was capable thanks to
an implant that all the Magistra shared which made it quite difficult for their
telepathic channel to be compromised. ~My beauty of death, how long before your
current activities cease? The Madame and I are waiting.~ She would ask,
remaining patient for Satrina to respond to her question.
Satrina: So hushed was the
coiling streets of the ‘Lower Kithugha-Damaudan’, unlit save for the
silver lamps travelling over the curving vaults of ebony above; and even by the
artificial hours of day there was silence except for gusting cold breezes
driving along herds of sere wintry leaves still dreaming of their late fires of
amber and gold, porphyry and orpiment. Soon to be forgotten like most things,
when their flames of burning emerald and chrysoberyl of so long ago are
elapsed. The gardens, rife with the husks, the detritus of lush summer, it is
her grave now, garlanded with frost and madreperl snows. Hung from silver wire
like strange, frozen fruits depending from the bare and black boughs of the
sleeping trees and the mirrors of ice and bronze loomed over sere gardens.
Reflecting: the pearl snows.
Reflecting: the pearl snows.
Reflecting: the jewelled frosts.
Reflecting: the dried crone
leaves, sleepily dreaming of their once-rich hues.
Reflecting sentiments of some
old dead star that no longer glimmered as brightly as she.
Turning, twisting, the mirrors of silver and gold and bronze in the iced breezes, in the stillness of these parts, caught in the weaves of 'The Dark Orchids' spells. Where sometimes on the breath of the fanged breeze ghosts whispered their lamented lullabies: Satrina, my lady with tresses of dark, caressing petals. An undertone choired from a spectre of dreams. With none to hear-- except one, moving through the white quiets beneath the argent illuminations of the simulated moon, beneath the cold chrysochrous sun hanging like some lifeless jewel to adorn the eyes. A reminder of what one never had, but forever taunting...
None to listen-- except one, or those who stood lifeless watching her pass: ethereally moving beneath blown robes of darkest crimsons along the serpentine alleys, the dead avenues of pale chrysolite. Sometimes standing still as a windless shadow out of the greyish arabesques, her statuesque beauty caught in the monochromes of mercury-esque, reminiscent of pallid white wine outpourings into crystalline vats that gleamed down upon casting mocking starlike over the softness of exposed skin. Listening: She enfolds me in her dark-cloaked arms, her skin beneath like smooth white velvets, perfumed like etiolated roses from an empress’s tomb.
Smiling softly to herself, it was rare that one walked these parts unescorted, a place where the superstitious avoided. Behind fretted shutters of ivory and fragrant cedar the music emanating from the Daiyu Okiya, in chambers where lamps flicked in their amber'd honey flickering. Candles added to the burnt down distorted flowers of wax giving a lotus appeal to the shape. Perfumes of rare resins incensing the still air, and the chambers where the shadows were restless with a reverent of ecstasy, of a strange passion... of swiftly fading memories of those past and present succumb to the throes of the black jade’s delicacies. Entering the establishment, barely addressing any sashayed passed; it was a place she excelled, exalted amongst the other ghosts of oriental past—where the brush of her silks softly glided.
Captivating in their own ceremonial oeuvre. Observing upon velvet cushioned beds, in ornate chairs, and even upon the floors of polished dark onyx, there in orgasmic writhe the contorting shapes of men and women in their trysts to sample the delights of the Madame. Head tilting to the side to observe only for a few moments while waiting for directions to where the Madame and Scahrossar were waiting. A slender brow arching at the mass of swarming bodies, climbing over the other in Ophiolatreian worship as a dark smirk manifested over lustrous lips of cherry and opium. Such things were difficult not to appreciate, the escalating energies rising like frankincense to the ceilings, musky overtones of sweat and seduction—enough to fuel the veiled fervours of even the most iron of wills.
Opiate mouth pursing, offering only but a short plume of icy Thanaterosian breath (Cryomancy) causing the air to seize like ice cracking a mirror’s surface – even the sound shrill scraped harshly against the ambient music of orient symphony. Causng those in their passions to be listlessly trapped, the twitch of slowly atrophying muscles ceasing beneath the white frozen horrors of their lusts and indulgences. Caged, though unaware of being so, caught in the sanctuary of their encounter with their exquisite nemesis. Not even fluttering a silken eyelash upon kohled flesh, gliding towards them, only to bend and witness the masterpiece of flesh and frost in close inspection. A tribute offered like that of a carved ice sculpture of some exotic birds but something more symbolic of the way things stood with her, now.
A young woman dressed in lavish golden satins over extravagant lingerie of bright colours to accentuate the dark mocha tones of skin, velveteen in the sheen that combed the lengths of slender legs. “The Madame Chao-Xing, eagerly awaits your arrival’, the promptness of Asian accent high in cadence and rich in the twang of excitement. Gesturing politely with a sweep of hand, directing elegantly towards the grand foyer of the house—where the music grew louder but not deafening that it drowned out conversation. Left shoulder leaning on the door frame, a smile gracing the soft curves of cheek as she address both glorious friend and comrade... “Well, isn’t this a sight for sore eyes!”
The cheeky scarlet smirk, like red ruin only deepening at the revelation of it; establishing link to the Magistrates processors though enhanced biogenetics and telepathic helix, mentally flicking through the selections of catalogues and indexes faster than any could usher a blink. Selecting a ‘unique’ series of directives and commands, prompting code encryptions in multiple sequences that were signatory to her level of access; which was limitless. Considering who Satrina was in the full scale of the Magistra’s history and the innumerable secrets it guarded; all secrets spoke of life and death much akin to the blossoms strewn across the floor, of roses, magnolia and cherry. Symbolisms of eternal youth, beautiful women, power, feminine beauty and sexuality.
Servants barely clad in the loose garments that draped their young forms, carefully holding golden trays of reflective crystalline goblets abundant with Cherry Sake. Delicate pink tones glistening lively in the glasses with a candied hibiscus flower garnishing, and even the aromas of cherry infused the enticing atmosphere....
Status finally activated, [Agent Active Status: Satrina Sheitanii. Online] Every ‘active’ member of the Magistrate would have confirmation of Satrina’s signature gaining ‘full’ access of the Magistra’s systems. There would only ever be very vague and limited information found on the Magistrate, there was no actual ‘full’ database on who the members were or their identity, only a list of those currently active and in service. Very few could be publicized via scanning and for good reason; it ensured the defence and security of the division. Typically operating outside of ‘Empire Space’ and a significantly secretive faction in regards to its inner workings and circles, and no one could be certain on what stance they exactly took or any code in which they followed only that they were loyal to the very death.
Black serenity holds the secrets of the farther spheres, and echoes caught from the eternal sounds that pass all earthly and diurnal bounds, are symphonies unto eternal strings.
Madama Chao-Xing: The decadence she
held in her houses was legendary and had never been able to be reproduced quite
to the level of grandeur as this. The walls were decorated with real gold three
dimensional filigree over deep cherry red soft suede. Pillars of green Jade in
the deepest shades of emerald reach from floor to sky, sculpted with intricate
designs along its length. Suede couches and cushions in deep jewel tones
provided perfect places to sit, lie back and snuggle as several women were
doing now. They stroked each other's skin languidly awaiting the next patron.
In the center of one wall lay a round opening into the back, curtained with
sheer and beautiful drapes in the purest white. Music sang from hidden
speakers, loud enough to be heard but soft enough that it was not overwhelming.
The Madam of the House, who was the Madame of many houses, was one Madame Chao-Xing. She was as beautiful as any adept she employed. Pale skin and dark hair, so black it was obsidian. But her eyes... her eyes could only be the same shade of Jade set in the pillars of her walls. She preferred her lips to be the red of the darkest ruby. She moved through the house as one moved through water, with grace. Every move of her feet, hands and body was deliberate and looked like the arranging of the most delicate flower.
She stood looking completely at home in her house of whores, the highest class that could be found in all the galaxy. She was a business woman and an entrepreneur and when she had made the offer to Scahrossar, she had been in earnest. To have someone as talented as she working for the Madame would be a coup of the highest order, but alas, as always, Scahrossar denied her that pleasure. She merely shrugged nonchalantly and waited for Satrina to arrive.
Indeed the illustrious Empress of Lorenz entered her domicile like a bright shining star. The Madame moved forward and smiled softly. Her voice came like whisps on the wind, accented Chinese flowing forth in softest rhythm. "Oh my. Far too long it has been since you have come through my door. All too often, my thoughts turn to you in the darkest of the night hours, wishing for your touch in my bed. You tempt me like no other to take a personal client." Her fingers touched softly stroking on Satrina's hair, brushing it up and over her shoulder, letting her fingertips skim over the surface of her soft flesh. "It is a pleasure to have you both here in my Parlor. Care to stay after business?" She grinned like the Cheshire cat.
The Madam of the House, who was the Madame of many houses, was one Madame Chao-Xing. She was as beautiful as any adept she employed. Pale skin and dark hair, so black it was obsidian. But her eyes... her eyes could only be the same shade of Jade set in the pillars of her walls. She preferred her lips to be the red of the darkest ruby. She moved through the house as one moved through water, with grace. Every move of her feet, hands and body was deliberate and looked like the arranging of the most delicate flower.
She stood looking completely at home in her house of whores, the highest class that could be found in all the galaxy. She was a business woman and an entrepreneur and when she had made the offer to Scahrossar, she had been in earnest. To have someone as talented as she working for the Madame would be a coup of the highest order, but alas, as always, Scahrossar denied her that pleasure. She merely shrugged nonchalantly and waited for Satrina to arrive.
Indeed the illustrious Empress of Lorenz entered her domicile like a bright shining star. The Madame moved forward and smiled softly. Her voice came like whisps on the wind, accented Chinese flowing forth in softest rhythm. "Oh my. Far too long it has been since you have come through my door. All too often, my thoughts turn to you in the darkest of the night hours, wishing for your touch in my bed. You tempt me like no other to take a personal client." Her fingers touched softly stroking on Satrina's hair, brushing it up and over her shoulder, letting her fingertips skim over the surface of her soft flesh. "It is a pleasure to have you both here in my Parlor. Care to stay after business?" She grinned like the Cheshire cat.
Scahrossar: Within the confines
of the Magistra’s processors most of the information detailing the specifics
of Scahrossar’s missions were classified to only those of the
highest order, and due to the nature of the Magistra’s network being one of
secrecy all encryptions needed to activate the files were coded into the very
DNA of those who served the Magistrate. Only those who held the exact DNA
structure of authorized personnel were capable of accessing the files within,
and the DNA needed to be living as well, for dead cells would not that someone
had either stolen the DNA or that the person who held the strands and helix
codes within their blood had died themselves, thus locking them out to the Magistra’s
files. This is one of the reasons why the Magistra were so unknown as a whole,
they left very little room for intruders to try and pry into their business
which had always been their own.
As she had recieved the message from Satrina her gaze would shift to the Madame for a moment with a light smile spreading across her lips to paint her cheeks with warmth and sensuality. “She will be here shortly I believe.” She would say as she decided to relax within the Madame’s presence. A soft slip of silken fabric had draped down across her waist to split just enough to reveal a pert, rosey center of her left breast, skin of as soft as a fine yet smooth wine revealed in ways that would entice and lure the senses. Scents of pure beauty and femininity escaped her form and she knew she was giving a little bit of a pleasuring show to those who cast their gazes towards her. She however didn’t mind at all, for she saw all of these views upon her as a form of worship, as it was that they should worship her beauty, and forget what it is that hides beneath such and what truly stirs within, for it is as sexually enticing as it is dangerous.
Only a few moments after she spoke to the Madame it would seem that the delightful form of Satrina appeared within the frame of the door, and Scahrossar’s gaze fell to the woman in a form that was almost worshipful. She remembered where she stood with Satrina, her position beneath yet beside her in a way that was unique, understanding held between them that puzzled the mind of the observers. To look into what sort of relationship they had would be as if to solve some form of riddle and to be so close to solving it, but yet so far. For most, it was as perplexing as it was addictive, clearly something to which one wanted to explore more, while at the same time not sure if exploring was always the best idea. She waited for the Madame to speak of course before Scahrossar began to slide her form across the floor, allowing the spread of her silken robe so it displayed luscious bosom to onlookers as her form would move to seductively slither up against Satrina’s.
As she had recieved the message from Satrina her gaze would shift to the Madame for a moment with a light smile spreading across her lips to paint her cheeks with warmth and sensuality. “She will be here shortly I believe.” She would say as she decided to relax within the Madame’s presence. A soft slip of silken fabric had draped down across her waist to split just enough to reveal a pert, rosey center of her left breast, skin of as soft as a fine yet smooth wine revealed in ways that would entice and lure the senses. Scents of pure beauty and femininity escaped her form and she knew she was giving a little bit of a pleasuring show to those who cast their gazes towards her. She however didn’t mind at all, for she saw all of these views upon her as a form of worship, as it was that they should worship her beauty, and forget what it is that hides beneath such and what truly stirs within, for it is as sexually enticing as it is dangerous.
Only a few moments after she spoke to the Madame it would seem that the delightful form of Satrina appeared within the frame of the door, and Scahrossar’s gaze fell to the woman in a form that was almost worshipful. She remembered where she stood with Satrina, her position beneath yet beside her in a way that was unique, understanding held between them that puzzled the mind of the observers. To look into what sort of relationship they had would be as if to solve some form of riddle and to be so close to solving it, but yet so far. For most, it was as perplexing as it was addictive, clearly something to which one wanted to explore more, while at the same time not sure if exploring was always the best idea. She waited for the Madame to speak of course before Scahrossar began to slide her form across the floor, allowing the spread of her silken robe so it displayed luscious bosom to onlookers as her form would move to seductively slither up against Satrina’s.
S lit-pupils of toxic green gazing
silently gazing into the woman’s own darker pupils as slender digits began to
play with the succulent form of the woman’s curves, tracing gently over her
skin around the area of the hip as she was in a sense, familiarizing herself
once more with Satrina for it had been too long since she felt her form. Far
too long indeed, for even the slight touch of places that one might consider
intimate was something of a shock for her which would be felt rivetting down
her spine. She never pressed further however than a simple touch, that would be
Satrina’s decision if to go further and of course Scahrossar presented a way to
let the woman touch back, not at all worried about who saw. After all if they
became entranced in the form of the two woman, staring at them with want, it
was just another form of worship after all of the feminine form and sexuality
that they held.
That was in a sense the formal greeting of comrade’s for Scahrossar, as it let her understand how much trust really was between them to allow such activities to happen without pushing for further from either side unless they wanted it. To know that she could enjoy as much as she wanted without fear of refusal, and vice versa, a way for her in which to express loyalty. What came next was far less formal and would certainly cause a raised eyebrow as Scahrossar’s own lips met Satrina’s in this light, yet sensual kiss. Then again, it had been way way way too long since they had met as the woman was indeed a sight for sore eyes, and perhaps thirst as well for the tongue that now lightly slipped past Scahrossar’s own lips looking for entrance into Satrina’s own. The movement Scahrossar made was as passionate as it was delightful to view, pressing herself up against Satrina’s form with the feel of pressure being pressed against the soft form of their chests, and slight graze of pleasure against each of their rose tipped peaks.
That was in a sense the formal greeting of comrade’s for Scahrossar, as it let her understand how much trust really was between them to allow such activities to happen without pushing for further from either side unless they wanted it. To know that she could enjoy as much as she wanted without fear of refusal, and vice versa, a way for her in which to express loyalty. What came next was far less formal and would certainly cause a raised eyebrow as Scahrossar’s own lips met Satrina’s in this light, yet sensual kiss. Then again, it had been way way way too long since they had met as the woman was indeed a sight for sore eyes, and perhaps thirst as well for the tongue that now lightly slipped past Scahrossar’s own lips looking for entrance into Satrina’s own. The movement Scahrossar made was as passionate as it was delightful to view, pressing herself up against Satrina’s form with the feel of pressure being pressed against the soft form of their chests, and slight graze of pleasure against each of their rose tipped peaks.
Oh Scahrossar let herself enjoy the
other woman’s presence indeed in a manner that was to her a friendly greeting
in comparison to the thoughts of what else these two goddesses of beauty could
do should they ever have the time alone, and though Scahrossar was the one to
initiate she subtly kept the pressure low on her end, enough to let the other
have control over the situation even if it was hard to tell who actually sought
the pleasure in the act. It took perhaps a few moments before Scahrossar had
pulled away by only a couple of inches with her chest heaving in heated
thoughts, a soft lick of her lips came after a slight giggle. “It has been
far too long since you’ve been away Satrina, you must not leave again for a
long while. I insist.” Scahrossar would state with low, sultry tones that
were just a hint on the side of pleading, but not enough to sound like
desperate, pathetic begging, for such things would never be respected amongst
them.
She of course would wait for Satrina’s lead in this and though her actions were a little more forward than the Madame’s light stroking of Satrina’s ebony locks she did not push the Madame out of the way. She considered the other woman as much a friend as Satrina was, it was only that she and Satrina had been away for far too long, and they were comrade’s as well as friends, and it was likely that Scahrossar had seen less of Satrina then the Madame. Upon hearing the Madame’s question she would slightly rotate her hip in a somewhat erotic tilt, shifting it upwards to the left while softly smirking with plush red lips as she gavethe Madame one of her more erotically hypnotic stares. “To stay after business? It would be my pleasure.” She said giving a bit of a soft laugh. “If I have the time of course and if circumstances permit. I know why you wanted me here Madame, and that is something we should speak of without delay, but Satrina.” She would say in a tone of longing as her gaze turned to the other of the Magistra. “I have not heard from you in so long, too long, since you had separated yourself from our order for some time. What reasons do you have for being here, I and many of our sisters wish to know what happened to you, and why you had to remain without contact for so long.”
She of course would wait for Satrina’s lead in this and though her actions were a little more forward than the Madame’s light stroking of Satrina’s ebony locks she did not push the Madame out of the way. She considered the other woman as much a friend as Satrina was, it was only that she and Satrina had been away for far too long, and they were comrade’s as well as friends, and it was likely that Scahrossar had seen less of Satrina then the Madame. Upon hearing the Madame’s question she would slightly rotate her hip in a somewhat erotic tilt, shifting it upwards to the left while softly smirking with plush red lips as she gavethe Madame one of her more erotically hypnotic stares. “To stay after business? It would be my pleasure.” She said giving a bit of a soft laugh. “If I have the time of course and if circumstances permit. I know why you wanted me here Madame, and that is something we should speak of without delay, but Satrina.” She would say in a tone of longing as her gaze turned to the other of the Magistra. “I have not heard from you in so long, too long, since you had separated yourself from our order for some time. What reasons do you have for being here, I and many of our sisters wish to know what happened to you, and why you had to remain without contact for so long.”
Satrina: So cliché, but
appropriate just the same.
The past few weeks had been trying, to establish oneself again within a world, when familiarity was everything, to a place and time that what so alien and strange yet also so heartbreakingly known. Eyes that were once devoid of iris or pupil now shone with a glittering obsidian that rivalled that of the most flawless night... where stars bejewelled an Orient sky. Long ebony spider-silk locks elegantly cascading in tempting ways over smooth silken shoulders only to lap the tourniquet of leather, and plummet to tease the hilts of her argentate weapons that Satrina was never without. Soon enough enticed away from the caress of Madame Chao-Xing, the lavish Chinese beauty of professional shrewdness and capability to just about brush anyone from the canvas of life, and them hardly be thought of as missed.
Returning the tender action bestowed, applying cruel armoured blades that adored digits like trophies themselves, whilst resplendent streaks tracing the Madame’s serene beauty from her temple to her chin in a gentle but assertive backswept stroke, “Did you think of lovers gracing your body in the dark and lone hours? Did any melt from the shadows with all their dreams held out on the palm of their hands, to offer them to you like all the riches of the very cosmos? Yet I, so negligent to the notion, no longer concerned myself with such or pitiful dreams that burnt for me..." Dark wisps of nostalgia carried her further into the labyrinths of memory, back where there were only the joys of contentment, and the appreciations for things like celebrations and festivals. Leaning in forwards though somewhat angular to position lips towards Chao’s left earlobe...
“No being can define our secrets for we have none. We adore without boundaries, and love without reason.” Agreeable to remain after business hours, after all, there had been talk of some nocturnal festivities in celebration to the ‘Bìyuèxiūhuā Jie’ [Hiding Moon Festival]. One of the more auspicious Ghost Festivals which took jubilation in years of war, for those strewn across the onyx starless vaults of the celestial spirals and those executed for their crimes against the UAR—it was a night where the skies bled and the delicate haunting blossoms were offered to the winds to sweeten the hunger of the vengeful dead. The fulsome and cavorting girls of the ‘Black Jade House’ bringing out lit painted lanterns (luminaries), decorating the swaying trees so that they glowed phantom-like in the darkness; as the tunes of melancholy insisted with the unearthly sounds of the Erhu and whispering bamboo flutes, ethereally sweet, thrilling, eldritch.
Sweeping an affectionate cheek alongside the Madame’s face, “For, if we remember, and we turn once more with gentle touch, we may yet feel our love sojourned from bitter hearts into loving arms. Gone too long it seems, for I barely remember what it is to have such things.” Smiling just as words were completed with a sensuous lick from jaw to upper check bone, apex of tongue reinforced in the waywardness of its travels and desires. Merely a taste, just to see if she tasted as sweet as what was remembered as exuberating, deliverance came in the serpentine caress of Scahrossar-- Satrina's tongue brushed across saccharine cardinal arches of her own mouth, remembering the taste of something saccharine mixed with the metallic sour of salt. It ventured back and forth while throat sung to the silent verses of exsanguinations and embittered words that stained her appetite with this inner contemptibility.
Each shattered version of memory clashed and collided with another, another slice of heaven in this feigned innocent husk of vanity. Closing her eyes enjoying the underlying poisons etched in the accent of Scahrossar’s speech, and the emanations that rippled outwardly from her form, like a beacon to the night-blinded moth. Smirking, at insisting desires and pleasures yet to unfold Satrina nodded, “All good things come to those who wait, apparently.” Leaving nothing to the imagination whilst feminine curves swayed across the other like the gentle tide; however, she did have higher aspirations and expectations. Obsidian eyes revealed behind long lashes-- drinking in the lavish magnificence, seeking to tease those perceivable energies... both pleasant and toxic.
Pensiveness ushered with a single nod, being less talkative at the presence of her dear comrade, displaying no shame in admiring nor hiding behind the shrouds of reserve. Bold was the deliverance of those glances that swept from limb to limb in predatory advances. Serpentine silvered-tongue sliding to lock again the inside of cheek, as crimson apertures slightly parted and the perfect flawless tiers of ivories grated sensuously yet harshly over the sweet flesh of strawberry apertures... grating fang apexes over flesh. Silver adorned left hand of surgical blades snaking along the length of taut leather to trace the slender structure of leg; rivulets of black trickling over diminutive shoulders to where her hand rested to tap against thigh with a single finger, as if mimicking the pulse of a heartbeat. Lips curved to the satisfaction of the emanating darkness, enticing sensations echoing through the veins.
Chin rising with that famous notorious haughty fashion well acclaimed for; her eyes ophidian jet slithers beaming heinously from behind lustrous lashes, malevolence so unspeakable. A gaze intractably abysmal; void as if her soul was nothing but the horrors from her interior trying to claw their way out. Brought on by the fires of passion and desire, openly displayed that there was no mistake of an 'attraction'? Perhaps more of a vituperative dance- of viperous pit of entwining energies, like naked bodies in lovers throes with satin and sweat? Soft, smooth flesh adorning the siren-like frame of Satrina, even though flesh was just a guise- a useless image portrayed in order to resemble that of mortal; it made it easier to control them all, the pawns they are. Many great men had admired these curves and contours, but only perhaps two had seen the vehemence of desire that was truly her.
Two female lovers, that could even state they had been close enough to see a flicker of what Satrina was in reality- still the females were the most loyal, most tender and more sweeter of the sexes. Daggered digits transferring to venture upwards... splayed, palms placed down against the flesh of concaved naval only to sensuously travel upwards in ascension only to trickle along the sides of Scahrossar. Venturing to traverse, back upon on physique, exploring peripatetic over hard surfaces covered, rising in leisure to higher zeniths. Teeth nibbling over lower aperture offering a hard bite while her hands continued their exploration as mouth rose to an audacious grin. Sculptured cheek bones and face structure highlighted at the rise, that simply caused an eerie glow beneath her skin (like phosphorous) causing the radiance only to perfume outwards with pheromones.
The softest aroma of perfume would exhume from Satrina, subtle, alluring, seductive fragrances of orient orchids and black aromatic roses. Such a scent would tap and demand recognition on the awareness, correcting any space that may have remained betwixt, a sly and confident smirk rising over those embouchements. Seductive blooms parting only but a particle away as if to sensuously brush those lips against those of Scahrossar, delivering words of frosty breath to tantalize the fevers... "May our future ventures be profitable, and the evenings most rewarding." Tilting head ever so slightly guiding the mantle of her silk black hair flowed over her shoulder and past the concaved art of waist, moving in just that inch bit closer to plume piquant breath before crimson arches glided to feather against that desirable skin.
"To a most rewarding and 'pleasurable' acquaintance, of decadence, and to a future free of filth..." pressing svelte form towards, to bring ‘heated’ contact bodies... would Scahrossar be as susceptive to exploring those lips, or was she merely all talk and enticing slights or willing to place her forwardness where Satrina's mouth was now moving to explore... boldly since the offer was already there by the provoking lick to incite the tempests. Other hand venturing along the curves of the decadent ‘Naga’only then to reach behind plucking one of the Cherry Sake’s from the servant girl then stepping to the opposite side of both woman and sauntering over towards one of the velvet covered lush chaise sofa’s. “I took it upon myself to extend an invite to the Celestial Leige, Lao’Taun. At least, if not for business avenues, to expand your cliental, at least partake in these festivities with appealing company.”
Leaning back in the comfort of the plush upholsteries, closing her eyes for a moment as the first streams of the Magistrate encrypted messages arrived from Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus. Noticing as well the attachments of current mission files and those also completed, downloading those to personal files. For the moment not relaying the details of why she had been gone for such a considerable amount of time, each minute to Satrina has been a moment too long. Nothing other than phantoms for their beloved seneschal-- souls trampled and bodies ruinous.
The past few weeks had been trying, to establish oneself again within a world, when familiarity was everything, to a place and time that what so alien and strange yet also so heartbreakingly known. Eyes that were once devoid of iris or pupil now shone with a glittering obsidian that rivalled that of the most flawless night... where stars bejewelled an Orient sky. Long ebony spider-silk locks elegantly cascading in tempting ways over smooth silken shoulders only to lap the tourniquet of leather, and plummet to tease the hilts of her argentate weapons that Satrina was never without. Soon enough enticed away from the caress of Madame Chao-Xing, the lavish Chinese beauty of professional shrewdness and capability to just about brush anyone from the canvas of life, and them hardly be thought of as missed.
Returning the tender action bestowed, applying cruel armoured blades that adored digits like trophies themselves, whilst resplendent streaks tracing the Madame’s serene beauty from her temple to her chin in a gentle but assertive backswept stroke, “Did you think of lovers gracing your body in the dark and lone hours? Did any melt from the shadows with all their dreams held out on the palm of their hands, to offer them to you like all the riches of the very cosmos? Yet I, so negligent to the notion, no longer concerned myself with such or pitiful dreams that burnt for me..." Dark wisps of nostalgia carried her further into the labyrinths of memory, back where there were only the joys of contentment, and the appreciations for things like celebrations and festivals. Leaning in forwards though somewhat angular to position lips towards Chao’s left earlobe...
“No being can define our secrets for we have none. We adore without boundaries, and love without reason.” Agreeable to remain after business hours, after all, there had been talk of some nocturnal festivities in celebration to the ‘Bìyuèxiūhuā Jie’ [Hiding Moon Festival]. One of the more auspicious Ghost Festivals which took jubilation in years of war, for those strewn across the onyx starless vaults of the celestial spirals and those executed for their crimes against the UAR—it was a night where the skies bled and the delicate haunting blossoms were offered to the winds to sweeten the hunger of the vengeful dead. The fulsome and cavorting girls of the ‘Black Jade House’ bringing out lit painted lanterns (luminaries), decorating the swaying trees so that they glowed phantom-like in the darkness; as the tunes of melancholy insisted with the unearthly sounds of the Erhu and whispering bamboo flutes, ethereally sweet, thrilling, eldritch.
Sweeping an affectionate cheek alongside the Madame’s face, “For, if we remember, and we turn once more with gentle touch, we may yet feel our love sojourned from bitter hearts into loving arms. Gone too long it seems, for I barely remember what it is to have such things.” Smiling just as words were completed with a sensuous lick from jaw to upper check bone, apex of tongue reinforced in the waywardness of its travels and desires. Merely a taste, just to see if she tasted as sweet as what was remembered as exuberating, deliverance came in the serpentine caress of Scahrossar-- Satrina's tongue brushed across saccharine cardinal arches of her own mouth, remembering the taste of something saccharine mixed with the metallic sour of salt. It ventured back and forth while throat sung to the silent verses of exsanguinations and embittered words that stained her appetite with this inner contemptibility.
Each shattered version of memory clashed and collided with another, another slice of heaven in this feigned innocent husk of vanity. Closing her eyes enjoying the underlying poisons etched in the accent of Scahrossar’s speech, and the emanations that rippled outwardly from her form, like a beacon to the night-blinded moth. Smirking, at insisting desires and pleasures yet to unfold Satrina nodded, “All good things come to those who wait, apparently.” Leaving nothing to the imagination whilst feminine curves swayed across the other like the gentle tide; however, she did have higher aspirations and expectations. Obsidian eyes revealed behind long lashes-- drinking in the lavish magnificence, seeking to tease those perceivable energies... both pleasant and toxic.
Pensiveness ushered with a single nod, being less talkative at the presence of her dear comrade, displaying no shame in admiring nor hiding behind the shrouds of reserve. Bold was the deliverance of those glances that swept from limb to limb in predatory advances. Serpentine silvered-tongue sliding to lock again the inside of cheek, as crimson apertures slightly parted and the perfect flawless tiers of ivories grated sensuously yet harshly over the sweet flesh of strawberry apertures... grating fang apexes over flesh. Silver adorned left hand of surgical blades snaking along the length of taut leather to trace the slender structure of leg; rivulets of black trickling over diminutive shoulders to where her hand rested to tap against thigh with a single finger, as if mimicking the pulse of a heartbeat. Lips curved to the satisfaction of the emanating darkness, enticing sensations echoing through the veins.
Chin rising with that famous notorious haughty fashion well acclaimed for; her eyes ophidian jet slithers beaming heinously from behind lustrous lashes, malevolence so unspeakable. A gaze intractably abysmal; void as if her soul was nothing but the horrors from her interior trying to claw their way out. Brought on by the fires of passion and desire, openly displayed that there was no mistake of an 'attraction'? Perhaps more of a vituperative dance- of viperous pit of entwining energies, like naked bodies in lovers throes with satin and sweat? Soft, smooth flesh adorning the siren-like frame of Satrina, even though flesh was just a guise- a useless image portrayed in order to resemble that of mortal; it made it easier to control them all, the pawns they are. Many great men had admired these curves and contours, but only perhaps two had seen the vehemence of desire that was truly her.
Two female lovers, that could even state they had been close enough to see a flicker of what Satrina was in reality- still the females were the most loyal, most tender and more sweeter of the sexes. Daggered digits transferring to venture upwards... splayed, palms placed down against the flesh of concaved naval only to sensuously travel upwards in ascension only to trickle along the sides of Scahrossar. Venturing to traverse, back upon on physique, exploring peripatetic over hard surfaces covered, rising in leisure to higher zeniths. Teeth nibbling over lower aperture offering a hard bite while her hands continued their exploration as mouth rose to an audacious grin. Sculptured cheek bones and face structure highlighted at the rise, that simply caused an eerie glow beneath her skin (like phosphorous) causing the radiance only to perfume outwards with pheromones.
The softest aroma of perfume would exhume from Satrina, subtle, alluring, seductive fragrances of orient orchids and black aromatic roses. Such a scent would tap and demand recognition on the awareness, correcting any space that may have remained betwixt, a sly and confident smirk rising over those embouchements. Seductive blooms parting only but a particle away as if to sensuously brush those lips against those of Scahrossar, delivering words of frosty breath to tantalize the fevers... "May our future ventures be profitable, and the evenings most rewarding." Tilting head ever so slightly guiding the mantle of her silk black hair flowed over her shoulder and past the concaved art of waist, moving in just that inch bit closer to plume piquant breath before crimson arches glided to feather against that desirable skin.
"To a most rewarding and 'pleasurable' acquaintance, of decadence, and to a future free of filth..." pressing svelte form towards, to bring ‘heated’ contact bodies... would Scahrossar be as susceptive to exploring those lips, or was she merely all talk and enticing slights or willing to place her forwardness where Satrina's mouth was now moving to explore... boldly since the offer was already there by the provoking lick to incite the tempests. Other hand venturing along the curves of the decadent ‘Naga’only then to reach behind plucking one of the Cherry Sake’s from the servant girl then stepping to the opposite side of both woman and sauntering over towards one of the velvet covered lush chaise sofa’s. “I took it upon myself to extend an invite to the Celestial Leige, Lao’Taun. At least, if not for business avenues, to expand your cliental, at least partake in these festivities with appealing company.”
Leaning back in the comfort of the plush upholsteries, closing her eyes for a moment as the first streams of the Magistrate encrypted messages arrived from Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus. Noticing as well the attachments of current mission files and those also completed, downloading those to personal files. For the moment not relaying the details of why she had been gone for such a considerable amount of time, each minute to Satrina has been a moment too long. Nothing other than phantoms for their beloved seneschal-- souls trampled and bodies ruinous.
>>Encrypted Message: MV HARPY
IV
To: Magistra Satrina Sheitanii
Welcome back Magistra Satrina Sheitanni. Your message has been received and I shall be in contact with you shortly.
Revelation is the Law.
Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus <<
Promptly responding in kind to Alara before forwarding the 'Black Jade House' coordinates to the Celestial Liege, Lao'Taun...
<<Encrypted Message: YUGHOSHI
MATERNA CHANYOSA
To: Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus. MV Harpy IV
Information has been received and stored and secured, bioencryption access permitted only. As for another matter, I would like to speak with you in regards to my reinstatement, at the most convenient time.
Integrity and Sovereignty
Magistra Satrina Sheitanii>>
To: Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus. MV Harpy IV
Information has been received and stored and secured, bioencryption access permitted only. As for another matter, I would like to speak with you in regards to my reinstatement, at the most convenient time.
Integrity and Sovereignty
Magistra Satrina Sheitanii>>
Selecting through the vaious components of the ED biogenetic circulatory system and cordical helix as it connected to the Mindhive Hyperband Relay Network to deliver the directions of the Madame's 'Black Jade House' [Daiyu Okiya].
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>>BioEncrypted Personal
Communications
To: Celestial Leige, Lao’Taun
From: Satrina Sheitanii
Subject: Daiyu Okiya
Following are the coordinates to the Daiyu Okiya under the
proprietorship of Madame Chao-Xing, I have taken the leisure to also patch them
through directly to the AI of your transportation and the most scenic route for
your own enjoyment. It is a very scenic area of the Lower Kithugha-Damaudan, I
believe you will find the orient influences somewhat, unique.
Yours Respectfully.
Satrina Sheitanii 黑暗的兰花<<
Breath plumed on the bridge of a sigh, leaning back to drape the length of her exquisite form in the matter of deserved comforts, enjoying how the interior of the Daiyu Okiya delivered a lustful, luxuriant multi-sensory, exquistely decorated sanctuary, its atmosphere deftly defiled and defied the mere 'word' and its descriptional phrases as simplistic in its beauty. Couldn't be further from the truth. Woven silk of offering epicurean delight parted to reveal the sleek black contours of bioflesh, synthetic nocturnal limbs and esposed flesh that breathed the perfumes of her being. Wine not enough to tempt the palate, when attentions caught the changes within the shadows and the energies tappering on the edges of their talons. Ebb and refluence indicating that something else was reaching to gain the 'Dark Orchids' attention from the spheres of Ayenee... a world beleaguered by eternal night and by the unvisageable spawns of fools.
Madame Chao-Xing: The Madame was
dearly enamored of the Dark Orchid. To have her here was a pleasure in its own
right. Between she who was the flower in the night and Scahrossar, the mindful
one, the Madame was in heaven. And they had agreed, once business was done and
the festival was in the wee hours, to spend the evening in her company. She
knew this to be a rare treat and rare treats were hard to come by in a world
where treats were provided for the paying client daily. The two women were more
than women and for once the Madam was only too happy to let her desires be
shown and to be drawn into their embraces. She was glad she had chosen her
favorite of dresses. It was as all traditional Chinese dresses were, a sheer
under dress with a decorated over robe. However, her underdress was of the
finest and softest and sheerest of materials. And her over dress was of the
deepest greens and gold hues with the most exquisite of embroidery so finely wrought
with no bulky stitches that the fabric lay like silk over her body and down to
sweep in a small train.
It was held together by the matching
belt, tied at her back and easily pulled free. She had taken time with her hair
for the festivities, most of it up in an intricate knot at the top of her head
with flower and phoenix hair combs. Some of her hair, she left free to cascade
over her shoulders and down her back, falling in soft silken waves down to her
knees. Her emerald eyes darkened with desire for them both as the silken hand
of Satrina glided across her smooth, pale face. And when Satrina's tongue would
taste of her, she would taste of pumpkin and lavender. It was distinct to the
Madame, a smell and taste that no other had yet to define and make their own.
Chao-Xing shuddered in pleasure at the feel of Satrina's hand and then her
tongue.
How well she knew sensuality. She was the best in her field, providing clientele in the highest castes the tastiest of morsels for their every delight. In her decadent world with flavors of dark, light, kinky, mysterious, and an almost painful loveliness she ruled them all and divided them out like coin. Still, the Madame was just a woman. Powerful, true, but a woman nonetheless. The Magistra were different, unique in every way and lived, breathed, and held tight to the sexuality and sensuality they were born with. They were on a higher level mortal beings could not comprehend nor should try. With that in mind, the Madame did not take a step back, but also did not interrupt the greeting of the two. Here or there she would touch, with soft silken fingers or with the pale transparent silk she wore to enhance and lavish, not to interrupt.
The invitation to LaoTaun surprised her but was not wholly unexpected. She had already had rooms prepared for all of her special guests. When one ventured through the sheer curtains and took a right, there was the Madame's personal quarters, starting with a garden that rivaled all with cherry trees bred through ages to darken the bark to almost black. Already the cushioned floor of earth was covered in soft pink petals. There was seating out there too, comfortable and for multiple people. Sometimes orgies were hosted there. Beyond the garden were doors leading to various guest suites, now readied for the night's festivities and the Madame's personal guests. They were well appointed, each room's door indicating the theme color beyond; sapphire blue, emerald green, ruby red, citrine yellow, and diamond white. Each color was mixed with gold or silver, providing a decadent and unearthly beauty for the guest to sleep away the hours or do whatever they please behind closed doors. Each room had its own chamber through sheer curtains that held the delights of most fetishes. The Madame's personal quarters door was gold from top to bottom with a jade knocker. Inside was a flurry of color though dark and rich instead of garish. Her own chamber held her personal fetish collection and her bed was more large than those of the guest rooms, able to fit 8 people comfortably.
If one ventured to the left, there were slightly less decadent rooms, but still pleasurable and richly appointed. They had no chambers aside them but they did have plenty of space for kinky pursuits. Toys and special furniture were brought in as needed by request instead of being mainstays. Still their beds were large enough for 4 people and a beautiful bronze claw footed tub and no one ever left disappointed. And there were some rooms, if you went straight, that were made just for sex and leaving, beds smaller, no tub and no space for long term kinky pursuits.
Looking to the two as she contemplated LaoTaun she simply nodded, the shrewdness of a true business woman coming to her darkened eyes. "Of course you are free to invite whom you will. Expanding clientele is always good business and I hear the Celestial Liege is most generous. I hope to be making another House soon to add to my dozen. I have all my ladies and gentlemen on shift tonight. They are all bathed and dressed in their best. Each has taken hours to prepare themselves so that they are the most shining examples of my treasures here. They will be more than enough for even a King's passions."
The Madame smiled to the two women with a feline-like grin. "But you two," she said in her softest and most accented sweeping voice. "are mine tonight."
How well she knew sensuality. She was the best in her field, providing clientele in the highest castes the tastiest of morsels for their every delight. In her decadent world with flavors of dark, light, kinky, mysterious, and an almost painful loveliness she ruled them all and divided them out like coin. Still, the Madame was just a woman. Powerful, true, but a woman nonetheless. The Magistra were different, unique in every way and lived, breathed, and held tight to the sexuality and sensuality they were born with. They were on a higher level mortal beings could not comprehend nor should try. With that in mind, the Madame did not take a step back, but also did not interrupt the greeting of the two. Here or there she would touch, with soft silken fingers or with the pale transparent silk she wore to enhance and lavish, not to interrupt.
The invitation to LaoTaun surprised her but was not wholly unexpected. She had already had rooms prepared for all of her special guests. When one ventured through the sheer curtains and took a right, there was the Madame's personal quarters, starting with a garden that rivaled all with cherry trees bred through ages to darken the bark to almost black. Already the cushioned floor of earth was covered in soft pink petals. There was seating out there too, comfortable and for multiple people. Sometimes orgies were hosted there. Beyond the garden were doors leading to various guest suites, now readied for the night's festivities and the Madame's personal guests. They were well appointed, each room's door indicating the theme color beyond; sapphire blue, emerald green, ruby red, citrine yellow, and diamond white. Each color was mixed with gold or silver, providing a decadent and unearthly beauty for the guest to sleep away the hours or do whatever they please behind closed doors. Each room had its own chamber through sheer curtains that held the delights of most fetishes. The Madame's personal quarters door was gold from top to bottom with a jade knocker. Inside was a flurry of color though dark and rich instead of garish. Her own chamber held her personal fetish collection and her bed was more large than those of the guest rooms, able to fit 8 people comfortably.
If one ventured to the left, there were slightly less decadent rooms, but still pleasurable and richly appointed. They had no chambers aside them but they did have plenty of space for kinky pursuits. Toys and special furniture were brought in as needed by request instead of being mainstays. Still their beds were large enough for 4 people and a beautiful bronze claw footed tub and no one ever left disappointed. And there were some rooms, if you went straight, that were made just for sex and leaving, beds smaller, no tub and no space for long term kinky pursuits.
Looking to the two as she contemplated LaoTaun she simply nodded, the shrewdness of a true business woman coming to her darkened eyes. "Of course you are free to invite whom you will. Expanding clientele is always good business and I hear the Celestial Liege is most generous. I hope to be making another House soon to add to my dozen. I have all my ladies and gentlemen on shift tonight. They are all bathed and dressed in their best. Each has taken hours to prepare themselves so that they are the most shining examples of my treasures here. They will be more than enough for even a King's passions."
The Madame smiled to the two women with a feline-like grin. "But you two," she said in her softest and most accented sweeping voice. "are mine tonight."
Lao'Taun: The heart of our
cultures is a fusion of dynastic luxuriance
Lao'Taun zipped down the C1, the gravitic drive of the hoverbike screaming as the multicolored lights streaked in reflection across the tinted pane of his visor. Weaving in and out of traffic, he tried to avoid the congestion of the evening commute that had the average citizen tied up for at least an hour depending upon their destination. Hover traffic was reserved to outer lanes, and he veered off at one of the markers which indicated a military controlled roadway as he passed the Chanyosa's secondary power station located at the edge of the contained terran-like environment. The roadway opened up, there was no traffic as he approached the checkpoint. He let go of the right grip, tapping in his authentication code he ordered the road gate opened, then opened up on the throttle pushing past the speed limits that confined him on the civilian roadway. Massive armoured doors began to open before him, he raced through them before they were even entirely open, following the road as it became enclosed and dipped into the below city level decks of the Chanyosa.
When he rounded the first corner, and two K16 'Tshusigni' Assault Power Armors moved into escort pattern behind him. Following the hoverbike as the tunnel narrowed and began to pass military terminals that lead to launch bays and internal fortress structures. "This is Tshusigni Detail X-434, we are your escort luminary. Just let us know if you need assistance." The lead pilot transmitted, keeping Lao'Taun in his sights as they passed one of the Tank Bays.
"Xie xie...X-434, escort acknowledged. Will be returning to street level at junction T-522. Final coordinates will be transmitted momentarily." Lao'Taun said, looking back briefly over his shoulder, watching as the two armors wove back and forth as they continued to follow.
Lao'Taun zipped down the C1, the gravitic drive of the hoverbike screaming as the multicolored lights streaked in reflection across the tinted pane of his visor. Weaving in and out of traffic, he tried to avoid the congestion of the evening commute that had the average citizen tied up for at least an hour depending upon their destination. Hover traffic was reserved to outer lanes, and he veered off at one of the markers which indicated a military controlled roadway as he passed the Chanyosa's secondary power station located at the edge of the contained terran-like environment. The roadway opened up, there was no traffic as he approached the checkpoint. He let go of the right grip, tapping in his authentication code he ordered the road gate opened, then opened up on the throttle pushing past the speed limits that confined him on the civilian roadway. Massive armoured doors began to open before him, he raced through them before they were even entirely open, following the road as it became enclosed and dipped into the below city level decks of the Chanyosa.
When he rounded the first corner, and two K16 'Tshusigni' Assault Power Armors moved into escort pattern behind him. Following the hoverbike as the tunnel narrowed and began to pass military terminals that lead to launch bays and internal fortress structures. "This is Tshusigni Detail X-434, we are your escort luminary. Just let us know if you need assistance." The lead pilot transmitted, keeping Lao'Taun in his sights as they passed one of the Tank Bays.
"Xie xie...X-434, escort acknowledged. Will be returning to street level at junction T-522. Final coordinates will be transmitted momentarily." Lao'Taun said, looking back briefly over his shoulder, watching as the two armors wove back and forth as they continued to follow.
>>BioEncrypted Personal Communications
To: Celestial Leige, Lao’Taun
From: Satrina Sheitanii
Subject: Daiyu Okiya
Following are the coordinates to the Daiyu Okiya under the proprietorship of Madame Chao-Xing, I have taken the leisure to also patch them through directly to the AI of your transportation and the most scenic route for your own enjoyment. It is a very scenic area of the Lower Kithugha-Damaudan, I believe you will find the orient influences somewhat, unique.
Yours Respectfully.
Satrina Sheitanii 黑暗的兰花<<
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To: Satrina Sheitanii
From: Lao'Taun
Re: Daiyu Okiya
Coordinates received. ETA ten minutes.
老
He then sent the scenic route that Satrina transmitted to the two escorting pilots, and peeled off at the designated junction emerging onto one of the city streets of Lower Kithugha-Damaudan. Passing under strings of decorative lanterns and weaving to avoid street vendors, the Luminary slowed down again, it was hard to believe that there were on a massive moon-sized leviathan and not some planet - it was a pleasant stray from the ordinary. He had been to the lower city a few times, but had never spent any kind of dedicated time there. He looked down at the volumetrically projected map, and noticed that they were coming up on the Daiyu Okiya.
"Thanks for the escort, I got it from here." He communicated with the armor team, dismissing them as he turned onto one of the narrower streets and slowed as he came up on the front entrance of the hedonistic establishment. For the most part the Dominion Luminary had avoided such venues, not that he didn't have his own indulgences - it was more he had remained somewhat distant from the civilian life, it was only recently that he had actually become more concerned with those who walked the lower streets. He had little choice now, if what he and Minori had been discussing was the path of the future.
Coordination of resources was somewhat of a speciality of Lao'Taun, no sooner had he arrived, a young boy on a bike turned down the narrow street. The boy was a worker of Bojing's General Goods, a small outlet nearby that Lao had arranged for a bottle of Wuliangye baijiu, an expensive spirit for the host. He took the bottle from the boy's carrying basket and transferred a handsome credit to the store's account and then proceeded to the doorman, awaiting the announcement of his presence to those within. He still wore the same mandarin-style collared black suit with the double layers beneath, white silk edges showing beyond the cuffs and collar as the grey silken material of the shirt beneath clung to the sculpture of the man. The sigil of the UAR was proudly affixed upon the metallic belt buckle, he carried only a single weapon - Godsmourn was sheathed upon his back in a traditional manner, though with him what was visible was rarely set within stone. He folded his hands behind his back and awaited to see what exactly Satrina had invited him to.
The Magistra had plenty to offer it seemed, for those who indulged in such things - yet with that peril lurked, he already seen what the perfected sexual and sensual prowess bestowed, and idle thought that Xantlicha would find fitting in such a place.
Madame Chao-Xing: All throughout the
lower district, small lanterns and excessive ribbons in dark colors would
decorate doorways. When he came upon the Daiyu Okiya, the house would be
decorated much the same. Windows on either side had symmetrical and beautiful
wood decoration with rice paper behind in order to obscure what transpired
within. Glowing light flickered behind them like the eyes of some lost souls
now being celebrated and emulated throughout the city.
The doorman was husky and intelligence flared in his eyes as he saw the Celestial Lord come to the door. With a nod, he opened the door. No words were spoken. Within was an anti chamber. It was round and held a single desk of dark wood. Behind it was a whisp of a woman, so frail she was like the ghosts themselves. Her hair and eyes were dark like most but her skin was near transparent. Her fingers were like claws, long and thin with nails to match painted in a deep red.
"Celestial LaoTaun. We have been expecting you. The Madame awaits within. Is there anything you will be needing for the evening that we can prepare for you? The celebration will last all night. Food and a room will be provided for your pleasure if that is your desire." Her eyes looked slowly over him as she said this though she was far too good to show what she thought about him and remained a pleasant secretary.
The doorman was husky and intelligence flared in his eyes as he saw the Celestial Lord come to the door. With a nod, he opened the door. No words were spoken. Within was an anti chamber. It was round and held a single desk of dark wood. Behind it was a whisp of a woman, so frail she was like the ghosts themselves. Her hair and eyes were dark like most but her skin was near transparent. Her fingers were like claws, long and thin with nails to match painted in a deep red.
"Celestial LaoTaun. We have been expecting you. The Madame awaits within. Is there anything you will be needing for the evening that we can prepare for you? The celebration will last all night. Food and a room will be provided for your pleasure if that is your desire." Her eyes looked slowly over him as she said this though she was far too good to show what she thought about him and remained a pleasant secretary.
Lao'Taun: Lao'Taun rarely
took anything at face value, behind cobalt stained cowl he bestowed only the
most pleasant of expressions however -- the humanoid form often betrayed the
expectations of those who received him, enhanced mind churning with information
channelled from various secured military and even more isolated mind-hives,
including a direct connection to the Chanyosa itself. Alabaster complexion
phased a taun beneath the lantern light, his regard for the doorman was brief -
obviously the place was more than met the eye. He respectfully listened to the
receptionist's greeting and responded, "Xie xie.." he said, quiet
tone failed to show anything beyond acceptance, "Any accommodation and
refreshment is welcomed, though I promise that if not used it will be accepted
with gratitude."
He could get called away at any time.
It was part of who he was, the UAR did not stop for celebration of any kind -
even ones within such establishments as this one. He admired the architecture,
silently noting various accents made to create a more aesthetic atmosphere. It
was likely that many of his higher ranking Congress had visited the place, or
it's subsidiaries and hopefully their mouths weren't as liberal as their
indulgences but he doubted that, it was why things were ran as they
were.
He waited to be shown inside, intrigued and looking forwards to meeting the Madame and the others that had no doubt made it ahead of him. He had reservations about the Magistra, as he did with any progressing branch within the orders. The night would be the judge of what was to come.
He waited to be shown inside, intrigued and looking forwards to meeting the Madame and the others that had no doubt made it ahead of him. He had reservations about the Magistra, as he did with any progressing branch within the orders. The night would be the judge of what was to come.
Scahrossar: It would be with
barely held restraint that she did not follow that amazing energy which set her
lithe frame on fire, sharp emerald hues caressing the other’s form like a
lovers embrace as they shown like gems in the dim light of the room they were
in. The soft seeking appendage had found the crevasse of lips to part wantonly
as she desired for that sort of touch, to feel that energy resolute through her
body and cause shivers to run down her spine by the mere thought of such. Her
sweet flower held under the naval that had been slightly scratched by silver
nails would be delicious with it’s nectar making itself known from the touch
the other woman had given to her, the soft sway of hips moving along with the
exploring digits to allow for the endeavors they made to be as intoxicating as
they were delicious, soft silken rivulets of crimson silk flowing across
shoulders of a slightly less diminutive stature to trickle and kiss the skin of
each, appearing to be flame with the heat that radiated from her form coupled
with the way it seemed to keep her skin a soft, entrancing shade of olive.
Satrina would not be the only one to begin exploring during the greeting for Scahrossar was as eager as the other. Long, delicate black nails began to shiver their way across luminescent skin, the darkness of the slender apertures appearing to absorb the soft glow as they travelled down across the sides of the woman, enjoying the feel of her feminine form. In it was more then just the body that Scahrossar was enjoying, but the being that it held, the energy of that which lie within the false form that was there to to fool and entice fools and kings alike. Scahrossar was not fooled by it, she knew what lay beneath and she simply adored it, if touching it was in some ways a rare treat for her. Swiped were the black nails across the smooth silken skin of the other’s thigh, moving itself down to a lower avenue than the navel but higher than it’s previous position, almost to come to touch fabric that held places to which delivered senses of bliss. Yet she would not venture to those places yet, as the Madame whom would also tease in a moment had wished them for the night, and Scahrossar and Satrina had both agreed to be hers in that time.
As Satrina left her side Scahrossr’s lips would move to touch lightly upon the Madame’s lobe on the other side that Satrina had touch, flicking it with a soft serpentine movement of her tongue while delivering a soft whisper. “Oh tonight it will be then, but don’t forget the taste.” She would say in a soft and seductively smooth tone as a another black claw would move to rest itself just on the woman’s chest, sliding downwards in between the two globes which lay upon it in a tantalizingly slow motion, before flicking just under her breasts to move away as Scahrossar snapped her form apart, the lightning quick movements of a serpent as she slid herself down onto one of the many luxurious cushions that lay upon the floor, coiling her naga form into a lazy sort of posture that was also slightly erotic with the way the silken robe hung loosely off of her form as her body lay sideways, breasts slightly pushed outwards while the silk parts before them for the delicious olive tone skin to be delivered to the sense of sight.
Her emerald gaze turned to Satrina taking note that she did not seem to be informing them of why it is that she had been gone for so long, Scahrossar finding this to be a tad bit curious that she hadn’t answered the question immediately. Though she figured that perhaps there were other things to speak of first and the woman had said that all good things come to those who wait. Scahrossar was patient, but she was also skeptical at times and perhaps a little paranoid, but that came with the territory of their work. She wasn’t so much thinking that Satrina would ever betray them, but what if she had been compromised in some way, if someone had gotten to her in the time she had been gone? She doubted such, and would refuse to believe such a thing could happen. No it was more likely that Satrina had a surprise for someone else, but whom? Scahrossar could only wonder at this before she remembered the business to which she had to inform Satrina of though the Madame already knew.
Satrina would not be the only one to begin exploring during the greeting for Scahrossar was as eager as the other. Long, delicate black nails began to shiver their way across luminescent skin, the darkness of the slender apertures appearing to absorb the soft glow as they travelled down across the sides of the woman, enjoying the feel of her feminine form. In it was more then just the body that Scahrossar was enjoying, but the being that it held, the energy of that which lie within the false form that was there to to fool and entice fools and kings alike. Scahrossar was not fooled by it, she knew what lay beneath and she simply adored it, if touching it was in some ways a rare treat for her. Swiped were the black nails across the smooth silken skin of the other’s thigh, moving itself down to a lower avenue than the navel but higher than it’s previous position, almost to come to touch fabric that held places to which delivered senses of bliss. Yet she would not venture to those places yet, as the Madame whom would also tease in a moment had wished them for the night, and Scahrossar and Satrina had both agreed to be hers in that time.
As Satrina left her side Scahrossr’s lips would move to touch lightly upon the Madame’s lobe on the other side that Satrina had touch, flicking it with a soft serpentine movement of her tongue while delivering a soft whisper. “Oh tonight it will be then, but don’t forget the taste.” She would say in a soft and seductively smooth tone as a another black claw would move to rest itself just on the woman’s chest, sliding downwards in between the two globes which lay upon it in a tantalizingly slow motion, before flicking just under her breasts to move away as Scahrossar snapped her form apart, the lightning quick movements of a serpent as she slid herself down onto one of the many luxurious cushions that lay upon the floor, coiling her naga form into a lazy sort of posture that was also slightly erotic with the way the silken robe hung loosely off of her form as her body lay sideways, breasts slightly pushed outwards while the silk parts before them for the delicious olive tone skin to be delivered to the sense of sight.
Her emerald gaze turned to Satrina taking note that she did not seem to be informing them of why it is that she had been gone for so long, Scahrossar finding this to be a tad bit curious that she hadn’t answered the question immediately. Though she figured that perhaps there were other things to speak of first and the woman had said that all good things come to those who wait. Scahrossar was patient, but she was also skeptical at times and perhaps a little paranoid, but that came with the territory of their work. She wasn’t so much thinking that Satrina would ever betray them, but what if she had been compromised in some way, if someone had gotten to her in the time she had been gone? She doubted such, and would refuse to believe such a thing could happen. No it was more likely that Satrina had a surprise for someone else, but whom? Scahrossar could only wonder at this before she remembered the business to which she had to inform Satrina of though the Madame already knew.
“Dear Satrina, I should let you know
that there is a man in one of the other rooms that I have.....incapacitated
currently. One of the reasons the Madame wanted us here, other then to enjoy
our company.” Scahrossar would say with a soft gentle smile thrown in the Madame’s
direction. “Was to discuss what to do with him. He apparently had broken one
of the rules of the Jade House, but he is of import to your UAR people, how
that is though I am not sure.” To break the rules of the Jade House was
often met with a quick death, but this was a somewhat of a special circumstance
given it involved someone who would bring much attention that the Madame did
not want. “How much time till your friend Lao arrives?” She would ask.
She did not know who Lao’Taun was, other then he was apparently the ruler of
the the UAR, as Satrina had yet to inform her of anything about the man. She
was quite eager to meet who it is that had occupied the beauty of death’s time,
and to see why she had remained with him for so long without any word given to
her sister’s.
Satrina: "When the Night of
Ghosts draws to its close, the Mist rises to greet the moon like the white
petals of the lower realms. Through vestiges of a precedent Epoch, the Lotus of
Life continues to bloom-- like a mirage, this second twilight reveals, a
flower's dream...."
For the moment, the creamy statuesque sharp high cheek-boned Satrina had paused, heading turning to watch the opulent dishes of lavish sweetness and savouries being brought by white painted ladies (reminiscent of phantoms or those swimming amongst the waters of purgatory), their nakedness boldly presented as art form. Golden and Silver trays carrying forth the sustenance for mind, body and spirit; of fluted trenchers of pale pewter. Cradling plump porcine peaches, royal purple grapes among other fruits the hues of radiant mauve to that of a sickly, deathly white. Fired clay bowls filled with orient pears, apples to temp the virtuous, emerald as the eyes of a seductress, rubied gowns of bountiful harlots grown satiated and anesthetized by the saccharine nectars of opium and aphrodisiacs. Jovial was the revelations driven on the crests of the icy zephyrs, optimistic was the poignant mind that danced with the shadows and weaved the very silk threads of darkness.
Reclining back into the plush feathered cushioning, sitting, as right svelte alabaster leg crossed over the left, exposing the most subtle scenes of perfumed flesh. Supple like pure rose-white, ebony a mass of silken streams, highlighted by opalesque moonlight, shining iridescently upon the pure sheen of Satrina’s hair. Two slim, towering cruets of white and red wine, brought out, only to be placed like silent sentinels awaiting the commands of unseen officials at the ends of the long ebony tatami-room table. Crystal-glasses, inlaid with immemorial scenes of marauding lamentations before mythical tragedies lay upon the trays mirrored sides, as if imprinted by black magick. Contents spilt in tortuous flowering rivulets like the lives of hapless spirits amongst Higanbana Fields—where her own fingers grasped to soften those bitter-shed memories.
“Is Tian Mu-Bi of ‘The Seven Stars’ and Kaun Zhu of ‘The Black Lotus Society’ going to be present this evening?” The heterodox organizations that debated a number of scriptures and writings of the Umarian Astral Raquamothla and the Celestial Mandate; along with the endeavours of establishing ‘separate’ dynasty’s beneath various ‘outer’ corporations of the ‘Mandate of Heaven’ that were counterfeit and when investigated all flowed to the same cesspool of dead ends. Trying to establish influences beneath the UAR banners of the ‘Central Districts’ and for many years had been attempting to extend their claws into the ‘Lower and Upper Districts’ only to constantly meet with assertive opposition. Satrina knew that some of them visited these businesses, after all, most sought to enjoy the jewels of the Madame’s sōpurando [Soaplands] and baishun'yado [brothels].
“Regretfully, for the evening of bodily belongings, my ventures take me elsewhere, business before pleasure has always been my motto.” Changing to her formal but sanguine vocal style whilst leaning fowards to allow the silk robe to escape the frame of shoulders to reveal physique dressed in tight styxian bio-flesh and synthetic tourniquet. Satrina’s femme fatale musculature explicit, diabolically sleek odalisque in poise-- brazenly exposing that supercilious coquettish figure and revealing seemingly emphasize smouldering coal eyes beneath the orient silks of thigh-length locks. Message received in response to hers from the Celestial Liege, and his estimated time of arrival to be several minutes give or take. Satrina wondered what observations his keen eyes would encapsulate, scenic route or not, no means came without its purpose
Attentions snapping directly on the visage of Scahrossar in her own position of allure and seduction, in regards to some gentleman belonging to a position of the UAR and currently incapacitated, “Oh?” Satrina uttered with a curious brow, “And he still breathes?” Finding that very occurrence quite entertaining, to say the very least. “And what is this gentleman’s of worth? What has his sordid deeds been up to in the Black Jade House that requires my attentions of such rules being broken?” Curious indeed to hear which rule he had broken and how, “Of course, no insult towards the Black Jade’s rules nor one of the UAR’s endeavours—their pleasures and indulgences usually come as their own, and they pay the money for such indulgences. If you sought the notion any rule had been broken, perhaps you should have removed his potency and flaccid 'instrument' that warrants him to be referred to as a man, and yourself enjoy the indulgence of force feeding it past his lips and teeth? After all, they say... you are what you eat!”
Eloquently confident words returned in the velveteen venoms of Satrina’s accent, “There is very little within the UAR that cannot be bested by another, very few are not so easily replaced, however the majority are and just as eager to rise and obtain such rewards, by whatever means. It is how we separate the predators from the prey, and the stars amongst the plebeians.” Considering what little information Scahrossar had offered, quirking a brow at the multiple possibilities of punishments that spiralled around within the mind, all eventually had their just desserts served, it was up to the victim or the judge how sweet the castigation should be—after all from the old proverb of an eye for an eye. “Baka wa shinanakya naoranai!” [Translated: “Only death will cure a fool”], spoken quietly but potent with authority. “Lao’Taun, will be here in mere moments.” Offering but a quick smile, fingers drifting to trace the elaborately structure pommel of sword, something of trophy, pride and conquest.
Raising the crystalline glass towards all, speaking with a dulcet tone, “Sugitaru wa nao oyobazaru ga gotoshi...” [Translated: “Let what is past flow away downstream.”]—a tongue-in-cheek type of toast given with a graceful decline of head to bow, of suggestion moreso than celebration, then again, not speaking of the past was indeed the golden flower. Attentions and awareness having already known Lao’Taun had arrived within the distinct for the tongues of the dead like to whisper knowledge on the perfumed flesh of Satrina’s earlobes, when for all else they tended to remain silent and dubious. It was a special knack of heritage that gave all sway above the throngs of the aspiring amateurs. To the soundless projected velocity of the hoverbike and the vibrations upon the chilled atmosphere and lastly to some profound connection shared through the hival mind of the UAR along with their own personal ties.
Ascending the rim of glass to her sanguine lips, wine finally finding the parched palate where some words still sat on the tip of tongue. Taste, sweetened acidity, tannins bringing forth the other sensations of the liquid- distinguishing the full flavours from cherry to oak, from the sweet to the bitter. Hearing as well the faintest of door clicks and gentle invitations to step inside, and even the reception woman’s delicate gestures towards where they were seated. Passing the mass of frozen statues caught in the throes of their ecstasies entertained by soft and dim flickering candles, elaborate lamps, otherworldly melodies and the constant intonations of the upper rooms in orgasmic choirs. The woman, directing Lao’Taun personally towards the Madame and her glamorous guests; or at least those who were present being Satrina and Scahrossar...
It appeared the others were seeking to make a grand entrance or be fashionably late. Two things that would not be looked highly favourably upon but cast from mind, for now. Serving spots shimmered as starlight as luminaries were placed twixt serving dishes brimful of exotic delicacies. Purposefully placed on the round heirloom oriental table, highly polished with a light lacquered finish, plus, four customized supports that bore time worn ivory marquetry deftly handcrafted and fitted into a melange of tortuously obscene and meticulously placed. White tallow based Candomblish pillar candles also placed tastefully about the darkened gardens, where shadows now danced and flickered in ritualistic figures just as all artificial lights were deactivated. No artificial lights were not permitted from twilight till ‘Darkness Living’; a tradition believed that natural lights do not distract spirits from their paths betwixt the veils to the ‘lower realms’ of the spirit worlds, whereas artificial lights lured them into the homes of the living, therefore leaving them to wander hapless and hungry amongst the ‘living’.
Another mouthful imbibed of the piquant dark crimson wine, tongue swirling the rich infusion against the palate—as if to sweeten disposition, not to mention her lips. It had been long since she enjoyed the marginal scheme of mere recreation without deceptive motivation or malignant intention hidden behind the action. Finishing the glass and while standing to her feet, defining the sleekness of petite feline-like curves, and slender toned limbs beneath flesh the hues of night. Placing the glass on the tray of a passing servant girl, slowly sauntering towards the steps in that seductive pendulum sway that depicted little to the hypnotic rhythm of hips, demanding notice, only to pivot facing the women just inside the threshold of the monolithic black wooden arches of the doorway just as Lao'Taun would appear for all to see...
“May I present honourably, the Celestial Liege of the Umarian Astral Raquamothla.” A soft and honeyed timbre adorned the crest of accent, thinking rather 'loudly' that it was appropriate to state introductions whilst not sitting upon ass, as that would be terribly disrespectful, much the same as sitting on ass when being formally introduced. Another message sent from the Grand Magistra Alarra, spiralling though the spirals of the Magistrate's communication helix causing Satrina to respond with nothing but a slight smirk written over scarlet whispers and comical repitorie.
For the moment, the creamy statuesque sharp high cheek-boned Satrina had paused, heading turning to watch the opulent dishes of lavish sweetness and savouries being brought by white painted ladies (reminiscent of phantoms or those swimming amongst the waters of purgatory), their nakedness boldly presented as art form. Golden and Silver trays carrying forth the sustenance for mind, body and spirit; of fluted trenchers of pale pewter. Cradling plump porcine peaches, royal purple grapes among other fruits the hues of radiant mauve to that of a sickly, deathly white. Fired clay bowls filled with orient pears, apples to temp the virtuous, emerald as the eyes of a seductress, rubied gowns of bountiful harlots grown satiated and anesthetized by the saccharine nectars of opium and aphrodisiacs. Jovial was the revelations driven on the crests of the icy zephyrs, optimistic was the poignant mind that danced with the shadows and weaved the very silk threads of darkness.
Reclining back into the plush feathered cushioning, sitting, as right svelte alabaster leg crossed over the left, exposing the most subtle scenes of perfumed flesh. Supple like pure rose-white, ebony a mass of silken streams, highlighted by opalesque moonlight, shining iridescently upon the pure sheen of Satrina’s hair. Two slim, towering cruets of white and red wine, brought out, only to be placed like silent sentinels awaiting the commands of unseen officials at the ends of the long ebony tatami-room table. Crystal-glasses, inlaid with immemorial scenes of marauding lamentations before mythical tragedies lay upon the trays mirrored sides, as if imprinted by black magick. Contents spilt in tortuous flowering rivulets like the lives of hapless spirits amongst Higanbana Fields—where her own fingers grasped to soften those bitter-shed memories.
“Is Tian Mu-Bi of ‘The Seven Stars’ and Kaun Zhu of ‘The Black Lotus Society’ going to be present this evening?” The heterodox organizations that debated a number of scriptures and writings of the Umarian Astral Raquamothla and the Celestial Mandate; along with the endeavours of establishing ‘separate’ dynasty’s beneath various ‘outer’ corporations of the ‘Mandate of Heaven’ that were counterfeit and when investigated all flowed to the same cesspool of dead ends. Trying to establish influences beneath the UAR banners of the ‘Central Districts’ and for many years had been attempting to extend their claws into the ‘Lower and Upper Districts’ only to constantly meet with assertive opposition. Satrina knew that some of them visited these businesses, after all, most sought to enjoy the jewels of the Madame’s sōpurando [Soaplands] and baishun'yado [brothels].
“Regretfully, for the evening of bodily belongings, my ventures take me elsewhere, business before pleasure has always been my motto.” Changing to her formal but sanguine vocal style whilst leaning fowards to allow the silk robe to escape the frame of shoulders to reveal physique dressed in tight styxian bio-flesh and synthetic tourniquet. Satrina’s femme fatale musculature explicit, diabolically sleek odalisque in poise-- brazenly exposing that supercilious coquettish figure and revealing seemingly emphasize smouldering coal eyes beneath the orient silks of thigh-length locks. Message received in response to hers from the Celestial Liege, and his estimated time of arrival to be several minutes give or take. Satrina wondered what observations his keen eyes would encapsulate, scenic route or not, no means came without its purpose
Attentions snapping directly on the visage of Scahrossar in her own position of allure and seduction, in regards to some gentleman belonging to a position of the UAR and currently incapacitated, “Oh?” Satrina uttered with a curious brow, “And he still breathes?” Finding that very occurrence quite entertaining, to say the very least. “And what is this gentleman’s of worth? What has his sordid deeds been up to in the Black Jade House that requires my attentions of such rules being broken?” Curious indeed to hear which rule he had broken and how, “Of course, no insult towards the Black Jade’s rules nor one of the UAR’s endeavours—their pleasures and indulgences usually come as their own, and they pay the money for such indulgences. If you sought the notion any rule had been broken, perhaps you should have removed his potency and flaccid 'instrument' that warrants him to be referred to as a man, and yourself enjoy the indulgence of force feeding it past his lips and teeth? After all, they say... you are what you eat!”
Eloquently confident words returned in the velveteen venoms of Satrina’s accent, “There is very little within the UAR that cannot be bested by another, very few are not so easily replaced, however the majority are and just as eager to rise and obtain such rewards, by whatever means. It is how we separate the predators from the prey, and the stars amongst the plebeians.” Considering what little information Scahrossar had offered, quirking a brow at the multiple possibilities of punishments that spiralled around within the mind, all eventually had their just desserts served, it was up to the victim or the judge how sweet the castigation should be—after all from the old proverb of an eye for an eye. “Baka wa shinanakya naoranai!” [Translated: “Only death will cure a fool”], spoken quietly but potent with authority. “Lao’Taun, will be here in mere moments.” Offering but a quick smile, fingers drifting to trace the elaborately structure pommel of sword, something of trophy, pride and conquest.
Raising the crystalline glass towards all, speaking with a dulcet tone, “Sugitaru wa nao oyobazaru ga gotoshi...” [Translated: “Let what is past flow away downstream.”]—a tongue-in-cheek type of toast given with a graceful decline of head to bow, of suggestion moreso than celebration, then again, not speaking of the past was indeed the golden flower. Attentions and awareness having already known Lao’Taun had arrived within the distinct for the tongues of the dead like to whisper knowledge on the perfumed flesh of Satrina’s earlobes, when for all else they tended to remain silent and dubious. It was a special knack of heritage that gave all sway above the throngs of the aspiring amateurs. To the soundless projected velocity of the hoverbike and the vibrations upon the chilled atmosphere and lastly to some profound connection shared through the hival mind of the UAR along with their own personal ties.
Ascending the rim of glass to her sanguine lips, wine finally finding the parched palate where some words still sat on the tip of tongue. Taste, sweetened acidity, tannins bringing forth the other sensations of the liquid- distinguishing the full flavours from cherry to oak, from the sweet to the bitter. Hearing as well the faintest of door clicks and gentle invitations to step inside, and even the reception woman’s delicate gestures towards where they were seated. Passing the mass of frozen statues caught in the throes of their ecstasies entertained by soft and dim flickering candles, elaborate lamps, otherworldly melodies and the constant intonations of the upper rooms in orgasmic choirs. The woman, directing Lao’Taun personally towards the Madame and her glamorous guests; or at least those who were present being Satrina and Scahrossar...
It appeared the others were seeking to make a grand entrance or be fashionably late. Two things that would not be looked highly favourably upon but cast from mind, for now. Serving spots shimmered as starlight as luminaries were placed twixt serving dishes brimful of exotic delicacies. Purposefully placed on the round heirloom oriental table, highly polished with a light lacquered finish, plus, four customized supports that bore time worn ivory marquetry deftly handcrafted and fitted into a melange of tortuously obscene and meticulously placed. White tallow based Candomblish pillar candles also placed tastefully about the darkened gardens, where shadows now danced and flickered in ritualistic figures just as all artificial lights were deactivated. No artificial lights were not permitted from twilight till ‘Darkness Living’; a tradition believed that natural lights do not distract spirits from their paths betwixt the veils to the ‘lower realms’ of the spirit worlds, whereas artificial lights lured them into the homes of the living, therefore leaving them to wander hapless and hungry amongst the ‘living’.
Another mouthful imbibed of the piquant dark crimson wine, tongue swirling the rich infusion against the palate—as if to sweeten disposition, not to mention her lips. It had been long since she enjoyed the marginal scheme of mere recreation without deceptive motivation or malignant intention hidden behind the action. Finishing the glass and while standing to her feet, defining the sleekness of petite feline-like curves, and slender toned limbs beneath flesh the hues of night. Placing the glass on the tray of a passing servant girl, slowly sauntering towards the steps in that seductive pendulum sway that depicted little to the hypnotic rhythm of hips, demanding notice, only to pivot facing the women just inside the threshold of the monolithic black wooden arches of the doorway just as Lao'Taun would appear for all to see...
“May I present honourably, the Celestial Liege of the Umarian Astral Raquamothla.” A soft and honeyed timbre adorned the crest of accent, thinking rather 'loudly' that it was appropriate to state introductions whilst not sitting upon ass, as that would be terribly disrespectful, much the same as sitting on ass when being formally introduced. Another message sent from the Grand Magistra Alarra, spiralling though the spirals of the Magistrate's communication helix causing Satrina to respond with nothing but a slight smirk written over scarlet whispers and comical repitorie.
>>Encrypted Message: MV HARPY
IV
To: Satina Sheitanii
You're really back? At first I thought it was Grand Magistra Scahrossar fucking with me. By the way, you owe me a fancy drink when I get back, chances are I am going to it. One of those Mint green with metallic swirly things with lots of ice. It smelled somewhat like campfire smoke and tasted like apples and it caused tingling and numbness in the extremities. By the way, wishing you were here.
Revelation is the Law.
Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus <<
To: Satina Sheitanii
You're really back? At first I thought it was Grand Magistra Scahrossar fucking with me. By the way, you owe me a fancy drink when I get back, chances are I am going to it. One of those Mint green with metallic swirly things with lots of ice. It smelled somewhat like campfire smoke and tasted like apples and it caused tingling and numbness in the extremities. By the way, wishing you were here.
Revelation is the Law.
Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus <<
Madame Chao-Xing: Notorious,
debaucherous, decadent. All were used to describe the celebration parties that
were hosted by the legendary Madame Chao-Xing. Those that were invited, always
attended. Those that were not usually spent the better part of two months
begging for a late invitation. Special guests, like the Magistra, were allowed
to bring their own partners. Of all the parties hosted on this night, the night
of ghosts, hers was the most sought. Though celebrants were not charged for the
evening's festivities, they were asked to leave donations to compensate for the
outrageous amount of money the Madame spent on such a night if they enjoyed
themselves as she knew they would. The companions of the evening, the flowers
of her house, were able to choose their partners this evening for a rare treat.
There were no more than 15 people in the Lounge. Most were grouped in some form
or another, hands stroking bodies, kisses in dark corners, legs entwined in
suggestive fashions. Only the three, the Madame and the two Magistra stood on
their own, though their actions did bring them quite close to one another. Some
of it was watched as voyeurs were here as much as the exhibitionists.
The Madame was not as young as most of her flowers, but she was not old either and her body was a thing of rare ageless beauty. She did not have to paint herself to retain the look of youth she held, it was in her genes. She was sad to hear that Satrina would be otherwise occupied and a pitiful pout played upon her plump lips. She moved just slightly so that her breath would warm the cool skin of the Illustrious Magistra. "That is a pity. Do make it a point to come and relax one day with me Exquisite One. Business cannot take up all your time. I shall long for you as they flower longs for shade in the heat of day." She whispered and the heat of her gaze held Satrina's with all the desire and naughty thoughts a Madame could muster.
Turning to matters of business took her a moment, as it was rare she had the treat of such sensual guests, but change she did almost like flipping a switch. "Ah yes. Like so many others of wealth and prestige, they should be joining us though they are running a tad late." Chao-Xing did not particularly like having them but they did bring in a large sum of money every time they arrived and never neglected to donate for one of her parties. To have not invited them would have been both bad for business and rude. She rarely let her personal judgments interfere with business.
"As for the man in the other room, well, my rules are mostly absolute that is true. However, politics sometimes outrules them. I just wanted to make sure he wasn't dreadfully important before I served him his hard manhood until he choked. I would hate to kill someone you actually needed to use before you were done." Her eyes were cold and her voice cracking like the tail of a scorpion. She hated men who broke her rules. They deserved every ounce of torture she visited upon them over and over and over again. They begged for her to stop, then begged for death and then simply stopped begging and cried piteously the keening cry of the forsaken. "If he is nothing to UAR, then I shall dispose of him as I see fit. If he is something to the UAR, then as long as he returns to me in a timely manner for his punishment, I don't mind loaning him in his current state until he is not necessary to UAR."
The introduction fell upon her ears mere moments after her last statement. The effect in the room was immediate though not quite as fast moving as one might do if one was in a throne room. Limbs had to be untangled for half dressed people in the room to be able to bow to the Celestial Lord. As for the Madame Chao-Xing, proprietor of the Daiyu Okiya, she turned with the slow and practiced grace of her profession and dropped to her knees in a submissive pose. Somehow, her dress had flowed about her perfectly covering her feet so that the soles of her slippers did not show and one shoulder of the dress slipped to expose a pale collarbone, rounded soft skinned shoulder and the inner curve of her breasts. Her head dipped just a bit and her eyes lowered but did not close and her hands folded in her lap. To her, this was the proper way of greeting someone of LaoTaun's stature that she had never met before. Better to err on the side of caution and submissive than to be brazen and bold and lose a customer of great wealth. As she breathed, her chest rose and a ringlet of deep ebony hair fell across. She looked like a timid flower, one of her favorite feelings.
The Madame was not as young as most of her flowers, but she was not old either and her body was a thing of rare ageless beauty. She did not have to paint herself to retain the look of youth she held, it was in her genes. She was sad to hear that Satrina would be otherwise occupied and a pitiful pout played upon her plump lips. She moved just slightly so that her breath would warm the cool skin of the Illustrious Magistra. "That is a pity. Do make it a point to come and relax one day with me Exquisite One. Business cannot take up all your time. I shall long for you as they flower longs for shade in the heat of day." She whispered and the heat of her gaze held Satrina's with all the desire and naughty thoughts a Madame could muster.
Turning to matters of business took her a moment, as it was rare she had the treat of such sensual guests, but change she did almost like flipping a switch. "Ah yes. Like so many others of wealth and prestige, they should be joining us though they are running a tad late." Chao-Xing did not particularly like having them but they did bring in a large sum of money every time they arrived and never neglected to donate for one of her parties. To have not invited them would have been both bad for business and rude. She rarely let her personal judgments interfere with business.
"As for the man in the other room, well, my rules are mostly absolute that is true. However, politics sometimes outrules them. I just wanted to make sure he wasn't dreadfully important before I served him his hard manhood until he choked. I would hate to kill someone you actually needed to use before you were done." Her eyes were cold and her voice cracking like the tail of a scorpion. She hated men who broke her rules. They deserved every ounce of torture she visited upon them over and over and over again. They begged for her to stop, then begged for death and then simply stopped begging and cried piteously the keening cry of the forsaken. "If he is nothing to UAR, then I shall dispose of him as I see fit. If he is something to the UAR, then as long as he returns to me in a timely manner for his punishment, I don't mind loaning him in his current state until he is not necessary to UAR."
The introduction fell upon her ears mere moments after her last statement. The effect in the room was immediate though not quite as fast moving as one might do if one was in a throne room. Limbs had to be untangled for half dressed people in the room to be able to bow to the Celestial Lord. As for the Madame Chao-Xing, proprietor of the Daiyu Okiya, she turned with the slow and practiced grace of her profession and dropped to her knees in a submissive pose. Somehow, her dress had flowed about her perfectly covering her feet so that the soles of her slippers did not show and one shoulder of the dress slipped to expose a pale collarbone, rounded soft skinned shoulder and the inner curve of her breasts. Her head dipped just a bit and her eyes lowered but did not close and her hands folded in her lap. To her, this was the proper way of greeting someone of LaoTaun's stature that she had never met before. Better to err on the side of caution and submissive than to be brazen and bold and lose a customer of great wealth. As she breathed, her chest rose and a ringlet of deep ebony hair fell across. She looked like a timid flower, one of her favorite feelings.
Scahrossar: As the conversation
seemed to continue Scahrossar would find herself listening in rapture to the
two woman while recoiling slightly at the news that they were going to have
even more guests. Although the serpent liked company with others as much as the
next being she much prefered solitary to that of gatherings. It is why she
rarely ever joined in orgiastic festivities save for with the Magistra, who
were closer to her then those who might have been born of her own blood. The
discussion had moved to more business ventures which she paid very close
attention to while her body seemed to lay back in a relaxing juxtaposed
position, letting a hand or two graze over her skin to which she would flick
away just lightly with the soft swipe of a tail. A few most certainly wished
for her attention, after all with her unique form it was likely to be an
experience many of them would not so easily forget, and one they had never had
before. So it was understandable that they would wish to indulge in their
curiosities of erotic fantasies with the naga, but it would not come to pass
for tonight pleasure would not be mixing with business, as she had suddenly
gotten the vibe from Satrina that it would not be one of those nights,
unfortunate as that may be in her mind.
She would turn to Satrina when she asked who it is that the man was, and to that Scahrossar would not be able to answer. The UAR was not one of the places she specialized in when it came to foreign matters, after all the Magistra were just coming to understand the UAR itself and vice-versa, at least for the moment while Satrina had asked for her and the presence of the others within the Magistrate. “I am unsure of who the man is, but the broken rule was one of the more taboo ones. He had been trying to cultivate a revolution against the Madame herself, and then steal that which belongs to her. He however was a fool in believing that any of the Madame’s employees would ever betray her.” She would inform Satrina, which had a few more implications than what she was saying. It also meant that someone within the UAR political ladder had wanted to get involved in the criminal underworld, or perhaps already was. Again Scahrossar was not aware of who was who or what went on in this part of the universe, but she was well versed in foreign politics to know give an accurate estimation as to what may be going on. “As he is not one for me to judge, I have decided not to dispose of him....although I did leave him a little uncomfortable he is unharmed.” Supple lips curved wickedly into a smile of devious intent, enjoying very much what she had done.
Before anymore conversation could be passed between them it would seem that Lao’taun himself would finally arrive, and immediately everyone within the house began to bow and kneel at his fate. Well, everyone except for Satrina and Scahrossar that was. Although Satrina perhaps was not required to, Scahrossa didn’t because she felt no need to and in fact, she recoiled both from the notion of kneeling to him and actually from him. The recoil might have seen like an act of fear, but for the serpent it was something else, a defensive maneuver as her head bowed slightly while her gaze moved over his form in skeptical manner as she was assessing him and the way he presented himself. Of course as with anyone who might have been a guest, she gave him a soft nod of the head. He was a friend or at least accomplice of Satrina’s so he deserved that much, but for the most part she remained in a rather coiled state as she almost froze. The sudden reaction to others towards him made her wonder what would happen if one didn’t kneel down at his feet. Was it to be expected of everyone to do so? If so, they would find that Scahrossar had a difficult time in giving such submission to one to whom not only had she not met, but who also desired such acts ever where he went. Besides, it was somewhat hard to kneel when one didn't currently have knees at the moment.
Personal preferences aside however she would speak respectfully towards him as she would not wish to make him feel unwelcome, for she had no reason to do such and she was not be the one to ever throw the first stone. “Evening sir Lao, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Scahrossar, Grand Magistra of the Harbringer within the Magistrate.”
She would turn to Satrina when she asked who it is that the man was, and to that Scahrossar would not be able to answer. The UAR was not one of the places she specialized in when it came to foreign matters, after all the Magistra were just coming to understand the UAR itself and vice-versa, at least for the moment while Satrina had asked for her and the presence of the others within the Magistrate. “I am unsure of who the man is, but the broken rule was one of the more taboo ones. He had been trying to cultivate a revolution against the Madame herself, and then steal that which belongs to her. He however was a fool in believing that any of the Madame’s employees would ever betray her.” She would inform Satrina, which had a few more implications than what she was saying. It also meant that someone within the UAR political ladder had wanted to get involved in the criminal underworld, or perhaps already was. Again Scahrossar was not aware of who was who or what went on in this part of the universe, but she was well versed in foreign politics to know give an accurate estimation as to what may be going on. “As he is not one for me to judge, I have decided not to dispose of him....although I did leave him a little uncomfortable he is unharmed.” Supple lips curved wickedly into a smile of devious intent, enjoying very much what she had done.
Before anymore conversation could be passed between them it would seem that Lao’taun himself would finally arrive, and immediately everyone within the house began to bow and kneel at his fate. Well, everyone except for Satrina and Scahrossar that was. Although Satrina perhaps was not required to, Scahrossa didn’t because she felt no need to and in fact, she recoiled both from the notion of kneeling to him and actually from him. The recoil might have seen like an act of fear, but for the serpent it was something else, a defensive maneuver as her head bowed slightly while her gaze moved over his form in skeptical manner as she was assessing him and the way he presented himself. Of course as with anyone who might have been a guest, she gave him a soft nod of the head. He was a friend or at least accomplice of Satrina’s so he deserved that much, but for the most part she remained in a rather coiled state as she almost froze. The sudden reaction to others towards him made her wonder what would happen if one didn’t kneel down at his feet. Was it to be expected of everyone to do so? If so, they would find that Scahrossar had a difficult time in giving such submission to one to whom not only had she not met, but who also desired such acts ever where he went. Besides, it was somewhat hard to kneel when one didn't currently have knees at the moment.
Personal preferences aside however she would speak respectfully towards him as she would not wish to make him feel unwelcome, for she had no reason to do such and she was not be the one to ever throw the first stone. “Evening sir Lao, it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Scahrossar, Grand Magistra of the Harbringer within the Magistrate.”
Lao'Taun: The ability to be able
to see value in all stages of society comes with the understanding of the true
natures of it's representative individuals...
Title meant little to Lao'Taun, because the celestial mandate secured his place and his lengthy list of merits and tributes reinforced it. The arrival of most which beheld similar and lesser positions like Kings and Emperors or even other nobility beheld a certain extravagance, it was often overly dramatic and fed simple ego and obscured inadequacy. Lao'Taun had little need for such, it did not mean that reverence was not expected or accepted either - these people were his subjects and their service was in return for the luxuries which were afforded to them and the honour of dwelling within an victorious nation. There was no sign of the Hand-of-Lao'Taun or other representatives of the honour-guard, he didn't require an entourage even if business was to be conducted.
The function of the establishment also brought certain expectations as well. It was a brothel, a house of hedonistic indulgence and pleasures. While his own intentions were rather unidirectional, those were not specifically communicated - one doesn't need to grow flippers to swim.
The Black Orchid
There are many things which define a woman, but some women are superior to others in that they manifest themselves in a more progressive manner. Creation's matrix could take credit for whatever was bestowed but in the case of his Black Orchid the cultivation of decadence was something of a personal tribute. It left other ranking women of the Imperial harem, rich but cold upon the long nights - save for the occasional indulgence of Xantlicha which was properly arranged within the silent meetings of the Fei. A slight forward motion of the upper body and slight turn of his head bestowed thanks for the announcement of his arrival, a movement that fluidly returned to stoic postures. The bodysuit adorned beauty was caught within the distorted gloss of nebulous orbs that narrowed ever so slightly providing exaggeration to their almond shape. "Xie xie.." he said in thanks. This occasion would hopefully bring some direction to some private considerations, he was still undecided as whether or not he would elevate her to Huánghòu - there needed to be progression there before he would consider it. On attributed victories alone he would have no troubles in justifying such a direction but at the same time Lao'Taun wanted it to be genuine. The worth of it otherwise was merely a diversion of power that he could not justify beyond the end of his own fist.
It was good to see Satrina within the social circles of the Umarian society again, her absence although warranted had created a rather lacking fire within the darker recesses of the ancestral home. Upon second glance he seen however the warrior; that body had been forged within the flames of battle and it's beauty was deceiving. Flesh was rendered within perfection, feminine curves hugged tight and defined musculature that had a clandestine story hidden somewhere within the darkness. The nature of the harbinger of death, the blooming darkside of a warrior who was feared for her virulence and effectiveness was enough to send a man into a sweat. The celebration of her as a honed and effective warrior had yet to begin, the thought of fighting along side her in battle beheld preciously held fantastical dreams that ended in the rougher indulgences of sex upon the blood-soaked fields in celebration of their victory. The chalice boiled to behold her rightfully, the future sought rightfully to bring such thoughts to reality.
The Madame
The members of the Arnuin Congress had long since whispered silent reviews of service received within the establishments of the Madame. While Lao'Taun had never physically been present within one of the Madame's venues he had heard far more about her than she possibly realized. The humanoid representatives and even some of the more deceptive insectoids often indulged in the types of pleasures that the brothels had, the respective Madame had a reputation and it had been discussed prior to his arrival as to a secondary objective he should deploy to secure the Madame's assistance within some other matters - it would have to be masked behind other motions though either to provide opportunity.
"My, such a delicate magnolia - it is good to meet you Madame." He said, releasing the bottle he had brought as a gift for the hostess to one of the attendants. He then leaned slightly forwards, gloved finger down the lady's cheek to hook beneath her chin and elevate her gaze to him. "I have heard many praises of your business, I look forwards to experiencing it first hand." The festivities that had been promised, would hopefully be worth Imperial support. Matters of business were often held within secrecy when it came to him, nothing was free and no celebration should ever be. The silent transfer from Imperial coffers was more than adequate, electronic credits had long since replaced phsyical currency.
The Grand Magistra
Songs were often sung before their time, judgements passed without the full examination of circumstances or evidence. The only judgement that stood when it came to the Magistra was the fact that currently they operated somewhat outside of the Imperial hold; a situation that was within need of remedy or at least clarification. The agenda for the evening could hopefully set within the confines of the festival, but the nature of such introductions and proceedings was far from being unimportant. Satrina had given this Sachrossar a review a well worded presentation to Lao'Taun and now it would be seen if she lived up to it. The organization operating under the hand of this woman, rather than Satrina herself changed the nature of things, the gauge of operational leeway would be determined shortly.
"A pleasure to meet you Grand Magistra." He said, his tone was much more formal than with the other two. Hopefully this woman was not as uptight as she initially came across, it would no doubt bring dark clouds to the celebration otherwise. "I hope that you have been enjoying yourself upon the Chanyosa." He smiled slightly, wondering what she would have to say as the night progressed.
Title meant little to Lao'Taun, because the celestial mandate secured his place and his lengthy list of merits and tributes reinforced it. The arrival of most which beheld similar and lesser positions like Kings and Emperors or even other nobility beheld a certain extravagance, it was often overly dramatic and fed simple ego and obscured inadequacy. Lao'Taun had little need for such, it did not mean that reverence was not expected or accepted either - these people were his subjects and their service was in return for the luxuries which were afforded to them and the honour of dwelling within an victorious nation. There was no sign of the Hand-of-Lao'Taun or other representatives of the honour-guard, he didn't require an entourage even if business was to be conducted.
The function of the establishment also brought certain expectations as well. It was a brothel, a house of hedonistic indulgence and pleasures. While his own intentions were rather unidirectional, those were not specifically communicated - one doesn't need to grow flippers to swim.
The Black Orchid
There are many things which define a woman, but some women are superior to others in that they manifest themselves in a more progressive manner. Creation's matrix could take credit for whatever was bestowed but in the case of his Black Orchid the cultivation of decadence was something of a personal tribute. It left other ranking women of the Imperial harem, rich but cold upon the long nights - save for the occasional indulgence of Xantlicha which was properly arranged within the silent meetings of the Fei. A slight forward motion of the upper body and slight turn of his head bestowed thanks for the announcement of his arrival, a movement that fluidly returned to stoic postures. The bodysuit adorned beauty was caught within the distorted gloss of nebulous orbs that narrowed ever so slightly providing exaggeration to their almond shape. "Xie xie.." he said in thanks. This occasion would hopefully bring some direction to some private considerations, he was still undecided as whether or not he would elevate her to Huánghòu - there needed to be progression there before he would consider it. On attributed victories alone he would have no troubles in justifying such a direction but at the same time Lao'Taun wanted it to be genuine. The worth of it otherwise was merely a diversion of power that he could not justify beyond the end of his own fist.
It was good to see Satrina within the social circles of the Umarian society again, her absence although warranted had created a rather lacking fire within the darker recesses of the ancestral home. Upon second glance he seen however the warrior; that body had been forged within the flames of battle and it's beauty was deceiving. Flesh was rendered within perfection, feminine curves hugged tight and defined musculature that had a clandestine story hidden somewhere within the darkness. The nature of the harbinger of death, the blooming darkside of a warrior who was feared for her virulence and effectiveness was enough to send a man into a sweat. The celebration of her as a honed and effective warrior had yet to begin, the thought of fighting along side her in battle beheld preciously held fantastical dreams that ended in the rougher indulgences of sex upon the blood-soaked fields in celebration of their victory. The chalice boiled to behold her rightfully, the future sought rightfully to bring such thoughts to reality.
The Madame
The members of the Arnuin Congress had long since whispered silent reviews of service received within the establishments of the Madame. While Lao'Taun had never physically been present within one of the Madame's venues he had heard far more about her than she possibly realized. The humanoid representatives and even some of the more deceptive insectoids often indulged in the types of pleasures that the brothels had, the respective Madame had a reputation and it had been discussed prior to his arrival as to a secondary objective he should deploy to secure the Madame's assistance within some other matters - it would have to be masked behind other motions though either to provide opportunity.
"My, such a delicate magnolia - it is good to meet you Madame." He said, releasing the bottle he had brought as a gift for the hostess to one of the attendants. He then leaned slightly forwards, gloved finger down the lady's cheek to hook beneath her chin and elevate her gaze to him. "I have heard many praises of your business, I look forwards to experiencing it first hand." The festivities that had been promised, would hopefully be worth Imperial support. Matters of business were often held within secrecy when it came to him, nothing was free and no celebration should ever be. The silent transfer from Imperial coffers was more than adequate, electronic credits had long since replaced phsyical currency.
The Grand Magistra
Songs were often sung before their time, judgements passed without the full examination of circumstances or evidence. The only judgement that stood when it came to the Magistra was the fact that currently they operated somewhat outside of the Imperial hold; a situation that was within need of remedy or at least clarification. The agenda for the evening could hopefully set within the confines of the festival, but the nature of such introductions and proceedings was far from being unimportant. Satrina had given this Sachrossar a review a well worded presentation to Lao'Taun and now it would be seen if she lived up to it. The organization operating under the hand of this woman, rather than Satrina herself changed the nature of things, the gauge of operational leeway would be determined shortly.
"A pleasure to meet you Grand Magistra." He said, his tone was much more formal than with the other two. Hopefully this woman was not as uptight as she initially came across, it would no doubt bring dark clouds to the celebration otherwise. "I hope that you have been enjoying yourself upon the Chanyosa." He smiled slightly, wondering what she would have to say as the night progressed.
Madame Chao-Xing: Compliments always
were something she enjoyed. His were eloquent and as his hand over her cheek,
she practically purred. Even after he used one finger to guide her face up to
his, her gaze remained low for a second longer until she fluttered her lashes
and put the full impact of her emerald eyes upon his face, sparkling with the
pleasure at his compliments. In this moment, she was every bit the delicate flower
he compared her to. And like the Magnolia, she was delicate but had quite the
hard center due to many years of hardships in bringing her business to the
world that was now flowering like the grandest garden.
Her voice came forth a whispy purr, "The Black Jade House is at your service. You are my personal guest so please do ask me for whatever you desire. My specialty is in providing ones most daring dreams into reality." Indeed it was true. Between the Madame herself and her variety of employees, she could feasibly provide for any entertainment even one elevated to status of King would desire. It was her job as the Madame to make sure that any desire could be catered to. She could tell a man or a woman's inner most wants and fantasies often better than they knew themselves. It was part of what kept her in business. She was discreet and kept the pillow talk secrets whispered to her in the nights when she chose to spend them with someone. That was what kept the rumor mill going day in and day out, the way she got new clients referred to her Okiya. The Madame personally trained each and every one of the adepts roaming the halls of her house. She knew the strengths and weaknesses of each woman and man under her employ and they looked to her not only to guide them but to trust that she would match them with their perfect clients.
Now, she faced Lao'Taun and measured what his desires might be, for he did desire something from her. So far, she had yet to guess but she knew she would eventually figure it out. For now, she would play perfect hostess. The waiter that had taken away the bottle he had presented to her as a gift, came back with it uncorked, aired and poured into four glasses; one for each special guest and of course, the Madame. Her attention never faltered from Lao'Taun but she did raise her delicate hand with the hope that he would assist her to stand. She could stand on her own and in a very fluid way, but this way, her guest was involved. Touch was vital to her job and in every part of her business. She loved to touch, to pet, to grasp, to press, to stroke. She wasn't the Madame for nothing.
Her voice came forth a whispy purr, "The Black Jade House is at your service. You are my personal guest so please do ask me for whatever you desire. My specialty is in providing ones most daring dreams into reality." Indeed it was true. Between the Madame herself and her variety of employees, she could feasibly provide for any entertainment even one elevated to status of King would desire. It was her job as the Madame to make sure that any desire could be catered to. She could tell a man or a woman's inner most wants and fantasies often better than they knew themselves. It was part of what kept her in business. She was discreet and kept the pillow talk secrets whispered to her in the nights when she chose to spend them with someone. That was what kept the rumor mill going day in and day out, the way she got new clients referred to her Okiya. The Madame personally trained each and every one of the adepts roaming the halls of her house. She knew the strengths and weaknesses of each woman and man under her employ and they looked to her not only to guide them but to trust that she would match them with their perfect clients.
Now, she faced Lao'Taun and measured what his desires might be, for he did desire something from her. So far, she had yet to guess but she knew she would eventually figure it out. For now, she would play perfect hostess. The waiter that had taken away the bottle he had presented to her as a gift, came back with it uncorked, aired and poured into four glasses; one for each special guest and of course, the Madame. Her attention never faltered from Lao'Taun but she did raise her delicate hand with the hope that he would assist her to stand. She could stand on her own and in a very fluid way, but this way, her guest was involved. Touch was vital to her job and in every part of her business. She loved to touch, to pet, to grasp, to press, to stroke. She wasn't the Madame for nothing.
Satrina:
Waning like ambered candlelight, in
the long night of time, where legends are the last glimpse of fidelity... in a
world, rife and ripe with Darkness.
As if the hilarious sequel couldn’t possibly entertain the notions further.
Ebonized eyes moving towards Scahrossar observing her actions, expressions and movements that spoke of uncertainty or perhaps something more of a guarded perspective or skittishness? Offering a transient smile and congenial decline of features towards Lao’Taun, while teeth artfully capturing the saccharine flesh between to stifle a chuckle at the actions and demeanours of the Madame and even the the Grand Magistra herself. It was interesting how customs, mannerisms and etiquette had not changed from those of the archaic parasitic rock known as Ayenee, even amongst those who were supposed to be far ascended from the falls of humankind. It gave cause for analysis and inquisitional observations—after all much could be read by the trained eye, detecting even the most subtle and oblivious of things. There was nothing else of emotion now save for that new-found hilarity, and on such a rare and profitable occasion.
No empathy felt for any exploit of lowering oneself, regardless of the deed defined as heavenly, loyal, hellish or otherwise, to her it was just a common courtesy of the lesser and the establishment, defined to the graciousness well fit for a business of the flesh. Features deadpan [no expression, no emotion, nothing to read and nothing to interpret], other than an impression of acquaintance that looked over both the Celestial Mandate and the Madame who had placed herself to the floor, causing the mechanical roll of the eyes and nothing more-- just amusement. There was nothing of heart nor emotion to grant. Shoudl any read more into the emotion that was not there, it would only make themself look foolish for the assumption. There was none there gifted enough to provoke and none there knew her well enough. Typically Satrina lacked the taste or patience for such wasteful ceremonies. Pivoting upon heels, not even the blade of her Uchigatana sung with its normal energetic whorls or danced with the haunted sway of pendulum hips. Not even the spirited wind whipped to stir the long rivulets of black silk that flowed over lithe shoulders.
There was nothing inauspicious in her body language, just the elegant flow of hand gesture towards the business that had already been discussed of some UAR politician, whose aspirations tried to reach for the stars but fell short of the dust between the leptons and the lemmings. Satrina’s voice assertive in its convictions and certainly blunt to the point, some time one must serve their own punishments with an iron will and steel gauntlet... “I couldn’t care less how you deal with him; serve justice as you see appropriate. But, ladies should also remember that if they play with fire, they are going to get smoke in their eyes—and such things are the perils that come within this line of business. Betrayal, and all sordid behaviours of man who wipe their feet upon this doorstep. Opportunity knocks, corruption will always answer. Freedom of the wolf often means the slaughter of the sheep... it all depends on which side of the green field you place yourself upon.“
Snickering softly with a cruel and discordant tone, cultivating the cachinnation of an intonation jarring, replicating the relatively ‘nauseating’ pleasantries unfurling around that caused a shudder to creep over flesh. However, minding her manners and expressing nothing but the mirrored salutations inspired by the Madame. It had always been comical to her, the mannerisms of submissive qualities and the infantile arts proclaiming to be loyal and honourable to this and that, merely by kissing the pleasing gifts of visual surrenders... yet undeniably their roots were long exhumed from her admiration, if one found it different that was their honeycomb to the bee hive. Contrary to hedonistic ego, whether dipped in the black ichors of an abyss or heaven, they had little understanding of true honour fought on the battlefields.Only an pompous fool would declare otherwise.
Respect however was a mutual thing, but it was not here on neutral ground where it would be found- and even though no other thought crossed her mind other than accepting the hospitality with a gracious hand and demeanour of ethic no thought was deceptively cloaked. Trust was another matter, one that was also earned and never freely given. Accepting familiarity only as the deciding factor of character, for even her moods came varied between pollen and stings. From strawberry mouth poured a soliloquy of words that were poignant, drenched with salacious honey and cordial lilts. Hands moving from svelte sides decorated with weaponry, a little more relaxed in her grandeur, but every weary of the ambiance around her. Certainly not entirely off-guard, only unperturbed by the present company and current surroundings which she found herself attending and despite some divulge of disparaging thought crossing between the liminal threads, (which none had thus far attempted to cloak or secrete).
"Treasure thy nightmares, and still shameless tongue... those are of the philosophers who mutter over forgotten stars. And like the fool, always reach for the rotten apples that hang from the lower branches. Why? because their dreams do not elevate them higher enough, to reach for the fruit that is sweet at the top of the tree let alone the very stars." Intellectual revelation uttered for the indulgence of the interpreter. Eloquently articulated, spoken with such an elegance and poise, that most would stop to ponder the implication of their 'obvious' meanings? {Sympathetic]...{apathetic}...{empathic} It was all frivolous; boring, subsidiary, the only difference being, was that Satrina did not make assumption towards any one individual of how beautiful they were, and the assumptions made, her's had been earnt and wasn't about to ruffle her feathers over such a pitiful display. Their actions all spoke louder than any of their flavourless words- it was only a matter of time before it was revealed and better the Devil you know. Everyone defined by the displayed theatrics of character, and what they resorted to out of enterprise or desperation as the Celestial Lord was undertaking his own evaluations, so were other eyes and acumen.
Turning back to look over shoulder briefly, black eyes moving to the floor where Chao-Xing knelt before the eyes of Lao’Taun, “Yuia''a ghaftthuna, Oia' Caftatsuaft Luaga!” [Translation: “You're welcome, Our Celestial Liege!”] (The ‘our’ reference, was intended towards the entirely of the Umarian Astral Raquamothla) barely above a whisper. Of course never a disrespectful timbre entered within the words of her reply, cordial and reverential... the most she had been in quite a long time or ever cared to again. Twin Mounts of Venus in alabaster, supple exposed undertones of pearly skin, pale and illumine as the vernal moon, caressed by shadows, so blessed with perfect monochromatic contrasts. Flesh observable betwixt pendulum sway and poised step of balletic grace, with one foot following the other with a flick of the heel. There where the variances of light cast by the ashen celestial orb hanging aloft the black painted catacombs, and plethoric conglomerations of shadow swooned.
Acheron-sable tresses flowing behind her, leaving an ebony trail to calm the respite; leaving all those behind who wished to tend to their own devices, whereas Satrina sought something of indulgence and not the memories of old ghosts. Graciously accepting the glass of the Wuliangye baijiu from the waiter with a firm unyielding smile that made most uneasy in its misgivings, “Gratitude for such kind hospitalities...”, emphasis placed on 'kind' with a coquettish dark ambience. After all the Madame did not have to share such prestige gifts with her guests. Servants swiftly preparing the tables adorned of such lavish garlands and entree platters— elegantly sculptured gingers to the shape of the lotus flower, Usuzukuri (thin sliced hirame sashimi with ponzu sauce), sashimi appetizers, tataki, makimono and naruto, further adorned with the dipping sauces and flamboyant garnishes to complement the mastery gone in the feasts preparations.
Delicate hand furled around the shot glass in graceful tenderness, permitting the rest of sumptuous pillows to the coldness of crystal. Introducing the vial forwards little by little, allowing the tiniest a mouth of liqueur of the piquant quartz fluid only to seductively swirl the decadent contents around against the roof of her mouth with a single gyration of the tongue. Sensations savouring the candied flavour with the most delicate savoury hints of Soy. It had been long since enjoyed, the marginal scheme of mere recreation without deceptive motivation or malignant intention hidden behind its gesture. Grandeur and even perhaps just the slightest hint of arrogance exhibited as again Satrina took to a seated towards the chaise, right hand disengaging the belt of scabbard to retrieve her arm to hand. Lithe body lowering into an elegant position on the chaise beneath the swaying and flickering orient lanterns, placing affectionately the blood-forged weapon laterally across the tourniquet structure of her thighs just as, elongated black claws stroked along the patina reflection of herself upon the grinning blade..
Enjoying militantly a moment of serenity, the music was barely of any interest; nevertheless the company was possibly favourable. In silent resolve, equations began to tug on consciousness of the ‘current’ files and reports sent from Alara that Satrina immediately began scanning through. Managing to glean a beauteous and luminous smile towards Scahrossar, a mild gesture to pursuit the exchange of Alara’s report down-links; meanwhile electing, rather to watch the swinging charades of flickering pale light caressing the night through the hues of each decorative paper lantern and the. Where even the puppetry of rising tempests stirred the spectral mists, bleeding out the flaccid regime of flowery words, wafting from diplomatic tongues where instead hers sought the philtre of confiture of silence, opting for the business of the Magistra until something else surfaced that required her, actual attention while waiting for the other triffling ‘guests’ of Madame Chao-Xing to appear... if indeed they did and caution had certainly been thrown to the winds.
As if the hilarious sequel couldn’t possibly entertain the notions further.
Ebonized eyes moving towards Scahrossar observing her actions, expressions and movements that spoke of uncertainty or perhaps something more of a guarded perspective or skittishness? Offering a transient smile and congenial decline of features towards Lao’Taun, while teeth artfully capturing the saccharine flesh between to stifle a chuckle at the actions and demeanours of the Madame and even the the Grand Magistra herself. It was interesting how customs, mannerisms and etiquette had not changed from those of the archaic parasitic rock known as Ayenee, even amongst those who were supposed to be far ascended from the falls of humankind. It gave cause for analysis and inquisitional observations—after all much could be read by the trained eye, detecting even the most subtle and oblivious of things. There was nothing else of emotion now save for that new-found hilarity, and on such a rare and profitable occasion.
No empathy felt for any exploit of lowering oneself, regardless of the deed defined as heavenly, loyal, hellish or otherwise, to her it was just a common courtesy of the lesser and the establishment, defined to the graciousness well fit for a business of the flesh. Features deadpan [no expression, no emotion, nothing to read and nothing to interpret], other than an impression of acquaintance that looked over both the Celestial Mandate and the Madame who had placed herself to the floor, causing the mechanical roll of the eyes and nothing more-- just amusement. There was nothing of heart nor emotion to grant. Shoudl any read more into the emotion that was not there, it would only make themself look foolish for the assumption. There was none there gifted enough to provoke and none there knew her well enough. Typically Satrina lacked the taste or patience for such wasteful ceremonies. Pivoting upon heels, not even the blade of her Uchigatana sung with its normal energetic whorls or danced with the haunted sway of pendulum hips. Not even the spirited wind whipped to stir the long rivulets of black silk that flowed over lithe shoulders.
There was nothing inauspicious in her body language, just the elegant flow of hand gesture towards the business that had already been discussed of some UAR politician, whose aspirations tried to reach for the stars but fell short of the dust between the leptons and the lemmings. Satrina’s voice assertive in its convictions and certainly blunt to the point, some time one must serve their own punishments with an iron will and steel gauntlet... “I couldn’t care less how you deal with him; serve justice as you see appropriate. But, ladies should also remember that if they play with fire, they are going to get smoke in their eyes—and such things are the perils that come within this line of business. Betrayal, and all sordid behaviours of man who wipe their feet upon this doorstep. Opportunity knocks, corruption will always answer. Freedom of the wolf often means the slaughter of the sheep... it all depends on which side of the green field you place yourself upon.“
Snickering softly with a cruel and discordant tone, cultivating the cachinnation of an intonation jarring, replicating the relatively ‘nauseating’ pleasantries unfurling around that caused a shudder to creep over flesh. However, minding her manners and expressing nothing but the mirrored salutations inspired by the Madame. It had always been comical to her, the mannerisms of submissive qualities and the infantile arts proclaiming to be loyal and honourable to this and that, merely by kissing the pleasing gifts of visual surrenders... yet undeniably their roots were long exhumed from her admiration, if one found it different that was their honeycomb to the bee hive. Contrary to hedonistic ego, whether dipped in the black ichors of an abyss or heaven, they had little understanding of true honour fought on the battlefields.Only an pompous fool would declare otherwise.
Respect however was a mutual thing, but it was not here on neutral ground where it would be found- and even though no other thought crossed her mind other than accepting the hospitality with a gracious hand and demeanour of ethic no thought was deceptively cloaked. Trust was another matter, one that was also earned and never freely given. Accepting familiarity only as the deciding factor of character, for even her moods came varied between pollen and stings. From strawberry mouth poured a soliloquy of words that were poignant, drenched with salacious honey and cordial lilts. Hands moving from svelte sides decorated with weaponry, a little more relaxed in her grandeur, but every weary of the ambiance around her. Certainly not entirely off-guard, only unperturbed by the present company and current surroundings which she found herself attending and despite some divulge of disparaging thought crossing between the liminal threads, (which none had thus far attempted to cloak or secrete).
"Treasure thy nightmares, and still shameless tongue... those are of the philosophers who mutter over forgotten stars. And like the fool, always reach for the rotten apples that hang from the lower branches. Why? because their dreams do not elevate them higher enough, to reach for the fruit that is sweet at the top of the tree let alone the very stars." Intellectual revelation uttered for the indulgence of the interpreter. Eloquently articulated, spoken with such an elegance and poise, that most would stop to ponder the implication of their 'obvious' meanings? {Sympathetic]...{apathetic}...{empathic} It was all frivolous; boring, subsidiary, the only difference being, was that Satrina did not make assumption towards any one individual of how beautiful they were, and the assumptions made, her's had been earnt and wasn't about to ruffle her feathers over such a pitiful display. Their actions all spoke louder than any of their flavourless words- it was only a matter of time before it was revealed and better the Devil you know. Everyone defined by the displayed theatrics of character, and what they resorted to out of enterprise or desperation as the Celestial Lord was undertaking his own evaluations, so were other eyes and acumen.
Turning back to look over shoulder briefly, black eyes moving to the floor where Chao-Xing knelt before the eyes of Lao’Taun, “Yuia''a ghaftthuna, Oia' Caftatsuaft Luaga!” [Translation: “You're welcome, Our Celestial Liege!”] (The ‘our’ reference, was intended towards the entirely of the Umarian Astral Raquamothla) barely above a whisper. Of course never a disrespectful timbre entered within the words of her reply, cordial and reverential... the most she had been in quite a long time or ever cared to again. Twin Mounts of Venus in alabaster, supple exposed undertones of pearly skin, pale and illumine as the vernal moon, caressed by shadows, so blessed with perfect monochromatic contrasts. Flesh observable betwixt pendulum sway and poised step of balletic grace, with one foot following the other with a flick of the heel. There where the variances of light cast by the ashen celestial orb hanging aloft the black painted catacombs, and plethoric conglomerations of shadow swooned.
Acheron-sable tresses flowing behind her, leaving an ebony trail to calm the respite; leaving all those behind who wished to tend to their own devices, whereas Satrina sought something of indulgence and not the memories of old ghosts. Graciously accepting the glass of the Wuliangye baijiu from the waiter with a firm unyielding smile that made most uneasy in its misgivings, “Gratitude for such kind hospitalities...”, emphasis placed on 'kind' with a coquettish dark ambience. After all the Madame did not have to share such prestige gifts with her guests. Servants swiftly preparing the tables adorned of such lavish garlands and entree platters— elegantly sculptured gingers to the shape of the lotus flower, Usuzukuri (thin sliced hirame sashimi with ponzu sauce), sashimi appetizers, tataki, makimono and naruto, further adorned with the dipping sauces and flamboyant garnishes to complement the mastery gone in the feasts preparations.
Delicate hand furled around the shot glass in graceful tenderness, permitting the rest of sumptuous pillows to the coldness of crystal. Introducing the vial forwards little by little, allowing the tiniest a mouth of liqueur of the piquant quartz fluid only to seductively swirl the decadent contents around against the roof of her mouth with a single gyration of the tongue. Sensations savouring the candied flavour with the most delicate savoury hints of Soy. It had been long since enjoyed, the marginal scheme of mere recreation without deceptive motivation or malignant intention hidden behind its gesture. Grandeur and even perhaps just the slightest hint of arrogance exhibited as again Satrina took to a seated towards the chaise, right hand disengaging the belt of scabbard to retrieve her arm to hand. Lithe body lowering into an elegant position on the chaise beneath the swaying and flickering orient lanterns, placing affectionately the blood-forged weapon laterally across the tourniquet structure of her thighs just as, elongated black claws stroked along the patina reflection of herself upon the grinning blade..
Enjoying militantly a moment of serenity, the music was barely of any interest; nevertheless the company was possibly favourable. In silent resolve, equations began to tug on consciousness of the ‘current’ files and reports sent from Alara that Satrina immediately began scanning through. Managing to glean a beauteous and luminous smile towards Scahrossar, a mild gesture to pursuit the exchange of Alara’s report down-links; meanwhile electing, rather to watch the swinging charades of flickering pale light caressing the night through the hues of each decorative paper lantern and the. Where even the puppetry of rising tempests stirred the spectral mists, bleeding out the flaccid regime of flowery words, wafting from diplomatic tongues where instead hers sought the philtre of confiture of silence, opting for the business of the Magistra until something else surfaced that required her, actual attention while waiting for the other triffling ‘guests’ of Madame Chao-Xing to appear... if indeed they did and caution had certainly been thrown to the winds.
▌ Encrypted Message: MV HARPY IV
To: Satina Sheitanii
When can we expect you and the Harbingers? Not sure if we need the numbers, but it'll be good to see you and Grand Magistra Scahrossar.
Revelation is the Law.
Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus ▌
To: Satina Sheitanii
When can we expect you and the Harbingers? Not sure if we need the numbers, but it'll be good to see you and Grand Magistra Scahrossar.
Revelation is the Law.
Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus ▌
Another message coming in from Alara, even though there was no immediate reason to become involved in a mission that had yet to disclose what the actual issue was, and the situation undergoing close scrutiny whilst Satrina sat on the chaise sofa. Using the internal HUBS and drives, in a matter of a blink flicking through page upon page of statistics, blueprints and even the mining facility. Searching through the millions of Magistrate terminals... noticing quite a few serious discrepancies and severe weak spots in the overall stable foundations of the facilities outermost surface. Finding a mission far more interesting, than watching someone being mauled over like a piece of meat and quite frankly finding it disgusting and more disrespectful than tasteful. Placing focus more on the files being transferred, mostly the Tomography, Geography, Astrophysical Plates,Geomorphology, Glaciology, Xenopology and Anthropology . Paying particular attention to the glacial body beneath the sphere's surface. Responding to Alara's message promptly.
▌Encrypted Message: YUGHOSHI MATERNA CHANYOSA
To: Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus. MV Harpy IV
I don't see the necessary requirement for deployment at this point in time when investigating the actual nature of this mission, regardless of the employer who wishes to remain anonymous that automatically places skeptical question on the true denominator of this circumstance. I am currently studying the chart and blueprints of the actual architecture of the facilities structure, and I do have concerns for the actual stability of the outermost surface that is certainly showing weak spots in the crust and the glacial structures right beneath the prison. I will keep going through the reports as you forward them. If there is any change for the worst, inform me immediately and I will assign to deployment, we have a long standing conversation that can no longer wait, I believe it is imperative to our future.
Integrity and Sovereignty
Magistra Satrina Sheitanii ▌
Scahrossar: Through
guarded coils one was more likely to assess the situation with a more rational
and logical mind. To be able to take in the sights with a
perspective that was unfiltered though rosy glasses as things sharpened to a
certain clarity. Dangers became more present and slights became more obvious,
but one could not always remain in such a state less they make others around
them uncomfortable. That was not the intent and at the slight snicker that she
heard from Satrina made her realize that perhaps she was a little too reserved
at the moment. Her coils would begin to unwind while the crimson curve of her
lips turned upward sensually as her gaze lowered in a more bedroom manner. “Oh
I have very much been enjoying myself.” She would say with a soft chuckle
escaping from those lush lips, a dainty hand coming to rest just in front of it
while she never once let her eyes off of him, though this time it was more an
appreciative look that she gave as she had done the same with both Satrina and
The Madame, for Scahrossar’s affections were not reserved only to friends and
allies but also to those she would be introduced to. She did not approach yet
however she realized that the celebrations were apparently to be the night’s
focus at the moment, so such would come once the initial interaction had
passed. “Though to be honest I’ve yet to really view all of the Chanyosa
however, such might need to be remedied. I’d like to take a delicious little
bite out of the celestial body of this place.” She would state with soft,
husky tones that were indicative to the dual nature of her statement,
underlying tones of seduction mixed with genuine interest in both metaphors
that had been spoken through with delicate whispers.
While it was clear that both Satrina and the Madame held a beauty if fine delicateness within their forms the lure of Scahrossar was more of a flame that burned with both a ferocity that was as hot as it’s elegance and grace. The soft emerald of her slitted gaze burned with a certain ferocity that was a intoxicating as it was fierce, shining with elegance that that was transitive throughout the serpentine frame of femininity that she had given as movements that invited gazes of hypnotic reverie would accumulate as she herself actually slid slightly forward, hips gyrating with gentle motions of spiral dances while the rest of her form followed suit to the soft sway as to give light to the most alluring curves of her form. She kept the silken drapery of her cloth to remain reserved but let it slip just enough to tease the senses as it fell to part just slightly, but never enough to reveal the twin supple orbs upon her chest, only the seductive line that drew one’s gaze to it. Her form was far more relaxed now as she remained within view of all three of the guests and even most of the servants, knowing that none here would find her motions to be unappeasing to the senses, and Scahrossar certainly loved to appease senses of all kinds.
Her gaze flitted to the one to which she reffered to as the beauty of death itself, Satrina, and she could tell at least marginally what was going through her mind with the slight looks and gazes that she gave. The deadpan look was one to which she most certainly took note of and she couldn’t help but giggle a little as she noticed the Madame’s sudden reverence towards Lao’Taun, the way in which she seemed so eager to please him. With the way Scahrossar was one might think that she would be precisely the same, and when viewed it would not appear to be any different as she sensually maneuvered her form towards Lao’Taun’s own and let the fiery nature of her rather lustful soul scorch both him and the Madame who was there as to not make her feel unwelcome, that was never Scahrossar’s intent to make anyone feel such. In fact she wanted both to feel that they were welcome to the delights in which she seemed to present as her supple, succulent form came to rise on his left side, opposite that of the Madame as she remained quite smooth and elegant in her motions. As steady and as malleable as the ocean itself.
“I would not mind seeing more, much much more, and I’ve not doubt that this celestial body would like to take a bite of me.” She would say with a slight chuckle while then moving into nip just at his earlobe, her warm breath capable of being felt on the nap of his neck as she came within inches of touching him, daring him to perhaps close those inches that she would never do herself. “I’m a curious one by nature, as I quite like to experiment in many fields. As I often like to say, nothing ventured, nothing gained.” The words whispered from her form though all could hear it while she remained posed relaxing into the position she was in while she gave a softly humorous look towards Satrina for she knew very much of what Scahrossar was speaking of, and it was not merely that of a sexual nature. Scahrossar was a master of alchemy and the occult, two fields in which experimentation was quite paramount to the degree of success. Though she certainly was willing to experiment in carnal delights just as well as her more academic pursuits, though she wondered if Lao would be able to understand the dual metaphor of her words and how he would interpret her actions towards him.
Her gaze had fallen to Satrina when she spoke of the man earlier whom she had dealt with, the one that remained incapacitated within the back room and she gave a bit of a slight grin. “Ah, in that case I will have to take him with me. I could use a new lab rat.” She said with a bit of a light snicker while she remained in the position that she held near Lao’s form, relaxed while remaining composed with elegance and grace as she began to slowly depart from him but not truly moving back to her original position as she was still curious to his reaction, and in fact would allow herself to linger in such pose to remain within reach of his affections or his temper should she have risen it, or if he gave no reaction at all. Scahrossar would never make any assumptions to how one would act, and she enjoyed any of them as they delighted her senses in ways which brought pleasure, made her feel that she had an effect on something at least even if it only appeared to be nothing at all. Her attention however would remain on Satrina as she took note of the luminous smile given, and a slight giggle would pass through her lush lips as she knew precisely what she was smiling at, and could only imagine Alara’s reaction.
Her gaze however would silently fall to the food that had been placed before them as servants milled about to bring out the various treats and delicacies that which the house was famous for. She herself could not say which she would prefer to have an instead gazed to the three there while smoothing her form to lay out along the pillows, still in the same position she was as to be so close to Lao’Taun and the question may have been directed at him solely, or at least it might appear to be. “Tell me, which of these fine delicacies would you believe to be the most favorable. I myself am at a loss for I do not know what is the best treat here, being this is my first time to dine on such delicacies and festivities offered on the Chanyosa and the Daiyu Okiya.” She seemed to blush as she spoke as a light red tinge flushed across her cheeks, the fierce nature giving way to a slightly more delicate fire that was still bright and shining, but more of a flower in the forms of flame, a touch of vulnerability.
Though her body seemed indicative that she had desires of carnal delights being the sole thing on her mind such was only the appearance she gave to which she knew Satrina had already been witness to many times before. Although she did not much like the way the others seemed to be fawning over Lao'Taun, she did not in any way make it seem as if she had any intention of worship in either the mental or the physical sense, more to be worshiped rather. So as her attentions to him were only towards his reaction, her mind fluttered to other areas of concern such as the look on Satrina's face as she knew she was in contact with the Grand Magistra of the Harpy IV. "So tell me, how goes the mission that our dear sister is on?" She would ask of her, as that to her was more pressing then anything else currently. She could perhaps tap into the Magistra data-base that Satrina was already in, but before doing that she would prefer to hear from the woman herself what she thought of the mission as despite all appearances, currently Scahrossar was the superior as the Grand Magistra, and her attention would always come to the Magistra first and others second. It would take no more then a quick word from Satrina and the festivities and the dinner would end without so much as a kiss goodbye.
While it was clear that both Satrina and the Madame held a beauty if fine delicateness within their forms the lure of Scahrossar was more of a flame that burned with both a ferocity that was as hot as it’s elegance and grace. The soft emerald of her slitted gaze burned with a certain ferocity that was a intoxicating as it was fierce, shining with elegance that that was transitive throughout the serpentine frame of femininity that she had given as movements that invited gazes of hypnotic reverie would accumulate as she herself actually slid slightly forward, hips gyrating with gentle motions of spiral dances while the rest of her form followed suit to the soft sway as to give light to the most alluring curves of her form. She kept the silken drapery of her cloth to remain reserved but let it slip just enough to tease the senses as it fell to part just slightly, but never enough to reveal the twin supple orbs upon her chest, only the seductive line that drew one’s gaze to it. Her form was far more relaxed now as she remained within view of all three of the guests and even most of the servants, knowing that none here would find her motions to be unappeasing to the senses, and Scahrossar certainly loved to appease senses of all kinds.
Her gaze flitted to the one to which she reffered to as the beauty of death itself, Satrina, and she could tell at least marginally what was going through her mind with the slight looks and gazes that she gave. The deadpan look was one to which she most certainly took note of and she couldn’t help but giggle a little as she noticed the Madame’s sudden reverence towards Lao’Taun, the way in which she seemed so eager to please him. With the way Scahrossar was one might think that she would be precisely the same, and when viewed it would not appear to be any different as she sensually maneuvered her form towards Lao’Taun’s own and let the fiery nature of her rather lustful soul scorch both him and the Madame who was there as to not make her feel unwelcome, that was never Scahrossar’s intent to make anyone feel such. In fact she wanted both to feel that they were welcome to the delights in which she seemed to present as her supple, succulent form came to rise on his left side, opposite that of the Madame as she remained quite smooth and elegant in her motions. As steady and as malleable as the ocean itself.
“I would not mind seeing more, much much more, and I’ve not doubt that this celestial body would like to take a bite of me.” She would say with a slight chuckle while then moving into nip just at his earlobe, her warm breath capable of being felt on the nap of his neck as she came within inches of touching him, daring him to perhaps close those inches that she would never do herself. “I’m a curious one by nature, as I quite like to experiment in many fields. As I often like to say, nothing ventured, nothing gained.” The words whispered from her form though all could hear it while she remained posed relaxing into the position she was in while she gave a softly humorous look towards Satrina for she knew very much of what Scahrossar was speaking of, and it was not merely that of a sexual nature. Scahrossar was a master of alchemy and the occult, two fields in which experimentation was quite paramount to the degree of success. Though she certainly was willing to experiment in carnal delights just as well as her more academic pursuits, though she wondered if Lao would be able to understand the dual metaphor of her words and how he would interpret her actions towards him.
Her gaze had fallen to Satrina when she spoke of the man earlier whom she had dealt with, the one that remained incapacitated within the back room and she gave a bit of a slight grin. “Ah, in that case I will have to take him with me. I could use a new lab rat.” She said with a bit of a light snicker while she remained in the position that she held near Lao’s form, relaxed while remaining composed with elegance and grace as she began to slowly depart from him but not truly moving back to her original position as she was still curious to his reaction, and in fact would allow herself to linger in such pose to remain within reach of his affections or his temper should she have risen it, or if he gave no reaction at all. Scahrossar would never make any assumptions to how one would act, and she enjoyed any of them as they delighted her senses in ways which brought pleasure, made her feel that she had an effect on something at least even if it only appeared to be nothing at all. Her attention however would remain on Satrina as she took note of the luminous smile given, and a slight giggle would pass through her lush lips as she knew precisely what she was smiling at, and could only imagine Alara’s reaction.
Her gaze however would silently fall to the food that had been placed before them as servants milled about to bring out the various treats and delicacies that which the house was famous for. She herself could not say which she would prefer to have an instead gazed to the three there while smoothing her form to lay out along the pillows, still in the same position she was as to be so close to Lao’Taun and the question may have been directed at him solely, or at least it might appear to be. “Tell me, which of these fine delicacies would you believe to be the most favorable. I myself am at a loss for I do not know what is the best treat here, being this is my first time to dine on such delicacies and festivities offered on the Chanyosa and the Daiyu Okiya.” She seemed to blush as she spoke as a light red tinge flushed across her cheeks, the fierce nature giving way to a slightly more delicate fire that was still bright and shining, but more of a flower in the forms of flame, a touch of vulnerability.
Though her body seemed indicative that she had desires of carnal delights being the sole thing on her mind such was only the appearance she gave to which she knew Satrina had already been witness to many times before. Although she did not much like the way the others seemed to be fawning over Lao'Taun, she did not in any way make it seem as if she had any intention of worship in either the mental or the physical sense, more to be worshiped rather. So as her attentions to him were only towards his reaction, her mind fluttered to other areas of concern such as the look on Satrina's face as she knew she was in contact with the Grand Magistra of the Harpy IV. "So tell me, how goes the mission that our dear sister is on?" She would ask of her, as that to her was more pressing then anything else currently. She could perhaps tap into the Magistra data-base that Satrina was already in, but before doing that she would prefer to hear from the woman herself what she thought of the mission as despite all appearances, currently Scahrossar was the superior as the Grand Magistra, and her attention would always come to the Magistra first and others second. It would take no more then a quick word from Satrina and the festivities and the dinner would end without so much as a kiss goodbye.
Lao'Taun: A charming wet
nurse to the inadequacies of men who required the aid of countless pretty
vessels - to be surprised to find such within an establishment such as this one
would be a gross oversight. While it held it's purposes and possibilities it
presented, the actual interests he beheld within it were not likely the ones
assumed by those present. If only the whispers of the fools within had a say in
it, no doubt at minimum the Eitan would of indulged to the extent of the offers
and probably further than invited. Truth laid behind decor, for both the place
and the luminary, the chances of finding remnants of drool or released ambition
festering within the living pottery was enough to need a glass of the refreshment
he gifted. Pretty pottery tended to be pourous, so washing rarely clensed it of
whatever it was exposed to. Like all things though, it could be broken and put
back into the forge's flame.
[Vesper@Satrina] "The artist awaiting her canvas, wields her brush fashionably." he stated within the whispers of their usual clandestine channels. "Winters such as these leave one longing for the spring." veiled words echoed within a more enigmatic forum than the usual, the customary passages ignored in favor of a different projected thought - For him the canvas always seemed bigger, the concequences of thought upon a more galactic scale. His own 'brush' silent within it's place but not out of reach.
His predessor, now lifeless and hanging from the cathedral ceiling within the heart of the Chanyosa was a fan of such venues, often guising in humanoid form and consorting about to touch seed to as many soil as possible. A fruitless effort, Lao'Taun's sting was the last he felt. The hopeful reach of the Madame reached for air and came up without him - it was not out of rudeness, it was more the unbroken path of personal doctrine, she could stand and she would do so capably. Touch was possibly something at this point that was unwise, [Ilatarha] Hidden beneath the layers of clothing the spiracle-like holes bore the signs of festering, the black starfish like creatures no bigger than a quarter began to slip from the warm flesh where they could dry within the air between his shirt and skin, ready to be deployed should a distraction or a closer look at something be required.
Sachrossar's approach was a little more direct, her assets left little for guessing and it was a simplistic approach to trying to catch flies with the use of honey. Honey like all things fermented and such spirits were potent and intoxicating -- to men who had never tasted the fruits of battle.He looked upon the banquet, both food and otherwise and said in reserved tone, "Most find the fish to their liking." he noted, "obviously.." A slight smile broke stoic features just briefly before he sat in one of the arm chairs, taking a sip of the Wuliangye baijiu. Let the festivities begin.
The topics which needed to be addressed laid first in the burden of the others, hopefully the stage of overformality had been lost, it would save the need to 'paint' a more appealing picture.
[Vesper@Satrina] "The artist awaiting her canvas, wields her brush fashionably." he stated within the whispers of their usual clandestine channels. "Winters such as these leave one longing for the spring." veiled words echoed within a more enigmatic forum than the usual, the customary passages ignored in favor of a different projected thought - For him the canvas always seemed bigger, the concequences of thought upon a more galactic scale. His own 'brush' silent within it's place but not out of reach.
His predessor, now lifeless and hanging from the cathedral ceiling within the heart of the Chanyosa was a fan of such venues, often guising in humanoid form and consorting about to touch seed to as many soil as possible. A fruitless effort, Lao'Taun's sting was the last he felt. The hopeful reach of the Madame reached for air and came up without him - it was not out of rudeness, it was more the unbroken path of personal doctrine, she could stand and she would do so capably. Touch was possibly something at this point that was unwise, [Ilatarha] Hidden beneath the layers of clothing the spiracle-like holes bore the signs of festering, the black starfish like creatures no bigger than a quarter began to slip from the warm flesh where they could dry within the air between his shirt and skin, ready to be deployed should a distraction or a closer look at something be required.
Sachrossar's approach was a little more direct, her assets left little for guessing and it was a simplistic approach to trying to catch flies with the use of honey. Honey like all things fermented and such spirits were potent and intoxicating -- to men who had never tasted the fruits of battle.He looked upon the banquet, both food and otherwise and said in reserved tone, "Most find the fish to their liking." he noted, "obviously.." A slight smile broke stoic features just briefly before he sat in one of the arm chairs, taking a sip of the Wuliangye baijiu. Let the festivities begin.
The topics which needed to be addressed laid first in the burden of the others, hopefully the stage of overformality had been lost, it would save the need to 'paint' a more appealing picture.
Madame Chao-Xing: The Madame was
completely unself-conscious about the fact that Satrina was laughing at her.
She was kneeling at someone's feet. Satrina was a Magistra and therefore was
above such things. The Madame had known her for long enough not to take
offense. How she reacted to Satrina and Scahrossar was different than how she
interacted with others. Nor did she resent that LaoTaun didn't assist her to
stand. It was not all that common that a man or woman would pass up touching
the Madame, even in the smallest sense. She did wonder at it, as any woman
would. Was he a prude? With her extraordinary grace, she simply moved fluidly
to her feet, giving no indication of her thoughts. Ever playing the hostess she
smiled warmly to her guests and sauntered slowly to the serving girl who had
uncorked the offering LaoTaun had brought with him. Her fingers plucked the
small glass from the tray as she moved past her on her way towards Satrina.
The unique aroma wafted across her pretty nose as she swayed the glass underneath it. It smelled sweet with a hint of savory. He had brought her an amazing gift and she was not above appreciating it. After enjoying the aroma, she brought the finely wrought crystal glass to her soft pink lips. Taking a small amount into her mouth, she savored the flavors, complex and intricate. After a moment, she let the concoction slide down her throat to warm her all the way to her middle, a fine gift indeed. Her soft and whispy voice caressed them with its easily perceptible pleasure. "You have blessed me with such a drink sir. I thank you for such a fine gift." she said to LaoTaun. "It is most agreeable. I hope you all will enjoy its unexpected and lovely flavor as much as I."
The Madame employed the finest chef's her money could buy. Fine dining was all a part of the experience at her House. During regular days and nights, one could request meals or appetizers in addition to other services but during festivals, the dinner was free and the provisions for the evening were expansive, exquisite, and positively delectable. To say that she provided a feast would be a meager compliment indeed. Every surface of every lovely table was decorated with foods of every color. Radishes were carved into the most intricate flowers. Dishes were eclectic hand made pottery with the most unique shapes holding foods of many kinds, uniquely placed in the most beautiful designs on tiers above tiers above tiers. Dark colored frilly rossia, carioca & soprane leaves were stuffed in various places to add cohesiveness and to fill space that was otherwise unoccupied.
Chao-Xing smiled sympathetically at Scahrossar and played the ever-compassionate hostess. "Well my dear, most of the meat served here is in fact, raw fish. Some is atop rice, some is by its self. The tataki is actually beef which has been marinated in a vinegar sauce personally created by my chef and lightly seared to crisp the edges." She pointed towards the dish so that the Magistra would know which one that was. "There are savory side dishes that cover all manners of vegetables and starches. I am afraid it might take far too long to explain each one. As well, there are sweets like honeyed bread with honeycomb, sweet fruits covered in chocolate or other sauces, and delicate cakes in Mango, Dragonfruit, and Goji." She indicated each as she mentioned them and after she was done, she took a pair of chopsticks provided in tall intricately carved square vases and plucked a bite size piece of tataki and brought it to her mouth to eat. It melted in her mouth, so tender and wonderful, she moaned softly in pure delight.
From the side of the room came a petite woman dressed in a black silk pants suit decorated by intricately embroidered dragons in multiple colors entwining and hissing at each other. In one hand, she held a small closed fan. Music started, softly melodious and flowing throughout the room without overwhelming the guests or preventing conversation. Obviously, she was meant as entertainment for the moment though it was not necessary to watch her if one did not desire to do so. She moved with an elegance that rivaled the Madame's, flowing like a fish through water. Her dancing was as tender as the most lovely Plum Blossoms, as beautiful as the Chinese Rose, and as calming as the Lotus.
The unique aroma wafted across her pretty nose as she swayed the glass underneath it. It smelled sweet with a hint of savory. He had brought her an amazing gift and she was not above appreciating it. After enjoying the aroma, she brought the finely wrought crystal glass to her soft pink lips. Taking a small amount into her mouth, she savored the flavors, complex and intricate. After a moment, she let the concoction slide down her throat to warm her all the way to her middle, a fine gift indeed. Her soft and whispy voice caressed them with its easily perceptible pleasure. "You have blessed me with such a drink sir. I thank you for such a fine gift." she said to LaoTaun. "It is most agreeable. I hope you all will enjoy its unexpected and lovely flavor as much as I."
The Madame employed the finest chef's her money could buy. Fine dining was all a part of the experience at her House. During regular days and nights, one could request meals or appetizers in addition to other services but during festivals, the dinner was free and the provisions for the evening were expansive, exquisite, and positively delectable. To say that she provided a feast would be a meager compliment indeed. Every surface of every lovely table was decorated with foods of every color. Radishes were carved into the most intricate flowers. Dishes were eclectic hand made pottery with the most unique shapes holding foods of many kinds, uniquely placed in the most beautiful designs on tiers above tiers above tiers. Dark colored frilly rossia, carioca & soprane leaves were stuffed in various places to add cohesiveness and to fill space that was otherwise unoccupied.
Chao-Xing smiled sympathetically at Scahrossar and played the ever-compassionate hostess. "Well my dear, most of the meat served here is in fact, raw fish. Some is atop rice, some is by its self. The tataki is actually beef which has been marinated in a vinegar sauce personally created by my chef and lightly seared to crisp the edges." She pointed towards the dish so that the Magistra would know which one that was. "There are savory side dishes that cover all manners of vegetables and starches. I am afraid it might take far too long to explain each one. As well, there are sweets like honeyed bread with honeycomb, sweet fruits covered in chocolate or other sauces, and delicate cakes in Mango, Dragonfruit, and Goji." She indicated each as she mentioned them and after she was done, she took a pair of chopsticks provided in tall intricately carved square vases and plucked a bite size piece of tataki and brought it to her mouth to eat. It melted in her mouth, so tender and wonderful, she moaned softly in pure delight.
From the side of the room came a petite woman dressed in a black silk pants suit decorated by intricately embroidered dragons in multiple colors entwining and hissing at each other. In one hand, she held a small closed fan. Music started, softly melodious and flowing throughout the room without overwhelming the guests or preventing conversation. Obviously, she was meant as entertainment for the moment though it was not necessary to watch her if one did not desire to do so. She moved with an elegance that rivaled the Madame's, flowing like a fish through water. Her dancing was as tender as the most lovely Plum Blossoms, as beautiful as the Chinese Rose, and as calming as the Lotus.
Satrina: In the Black Jade
House, the lights blazed with a garish brilliance, the ebony blossoms could be
heard giggling amongst themselves at the presence of such decadent and
illustrious company of prestigious guests. Here, in the porticoes, halls and
chambers... the cressets were thick as stars in a cloudless fault, it seemed as
if the Madame wished to dissipate all shadows, except those in tapestry alcoves
set apart for the fitful amours of her clients that was all a part of the
service—a complimentary delicacy to enjoy, to give thanks for their business
and to encourage a prompt return. So, for the kindling of such
amours... there were wines, cordials and aphrodisiacs, these flavours too were
provided for the Celestial Liege and the Madame’s most honoured company.
Abounding profusions of decorated golden platters of meats and fruits that swelled the flaccid pulses where dragons pursued sumptuous pearls. Accoutrements and assortments of strange exotic drugs that roused and amused to prolong pleasure, or, to heat the cool flesh with the kiss of flames or that of ice; to numb the senses and heighten the thrones of ecstasy. Curious statuettes in half-veiled niches; within wall panels painted with bestial loves, ethereal harmonies rose from the ghostly echoes of the music, as if far in the distance, through the haze of some mythical dream. They were hired singers of all sexes, who sang diversely erotic praises and hymns to soothe the savage beasts, or to incite them—for there was no pleasure unexplored within the Black Jade House.
Even the dancers whose contortions were calculated to restore the outworn sense when all else had failed, inspired eyes to wander over their shadowy shapes concealed by rice paper screens, their silhouettes depicting scenes of legend with fans and slowly, languid sways... to mimic the dead, and their hapless flights beyond worlds and the black waters of timelessness. With indifference turning toward disgust, a half-emptied cup in Satrina’s hand, watching from the corner of her eyes the clientele which came and departed. Not averting eyes from certain scenes and customers who weren’t at all shameless or whom were too drunk to seek the shadows of privacy for their dalliance, and instead stared with those menacing void-liquored eyes.
Sudden satiety had claimed the moment, strangely withdrawn from the morass of smoky, candied tastes and flesh into which, not long before, had been supped by the amorous lips to trickle. Caught betwixt voluminous streams of data (to the effect of uniqueness that none else could process such in less than the lungs could draw breath) it ‘appeared’ she was one who stood elegantly poised, transfixed, beyond fragrant waters of deepening separation including the festivities of the evening. Not commenting further on the brainless actions of some UAR politician, for there was nothing else to be said and his fate was placed in the hands of which it was offended, such was the way of impartiality.
As for ‘others’ fornicating over the Celestial Liege, the actions spoke louder than intended words which fell upon deaf ears—for there were only two fornicating desires and feeble womanly whims being displayed over such a man, and Satrina was certainly not one of the two. One was understood more than the other, for it was the sensuality of nature and of the business in which Lao’Taun had been introduced, thus of course its flavours would be certainly offered to the hand to sample. The last, pro-curious displayed natures, one could only assume, befuddled impulses filled with manic urges, hypersexual and compulsivity. Not that there was a need for any diagnosis, the displays in blatant congruency was all that was required of the ‘trained’ eye and knowing the custodial traits of ‘accepted’ behaviour within UAR society—a vast and sumptuous smorgasbord of cuisines to taste and savour, from the sour to the sweet.
With a morphean thanatoidian mind, the shroud of thought temporarily removed and a simple yawn, “I actually suggest the Hanchi-mul-hoe!” of being somewhat an epicure extraordinaire... “It brings forth, touches of fresh succulence, its sensations trickle over tongue with astringent chaos... only to tempt the appetites. Then to which is added, the thinly sliced cousin to the octopus and squid, traditionally seasoned with the combination of vinegar, red chilli peppers sauce and soybean paste mixture in a water base. Mmmmm! perfection with a melt-in-your-mouth texture; a true culinary offering of gratitude to such.... pursues.” Night languorously progressed, its chilling air like an icily hug, a womb.
Airy spectral membranes wolfed and warped so strangely, tightening about collective essences and epitomes until nearly still, seemingly void. Perhaps it was only the procure to treat the audible senses, an other-worldly enkindled ameliorated fluted solo presentation that mystically enchanted senses and perceptions... or some other insidious impression, weaving its influences in spirited webs. Extensive ebony hued hair seemed to writhe upon a gentle silent invisible breeze that wrapped around petite shoulder, only to fall and tumble over silent breast that bore no breath save for its symbolic enthused quiet. Moving forwards towards the elongated table, where the lean accentuated the sculpt perfect like porcelain, modelled in sidereal Décolletage, providing a different luxury to enjoy or feast the eyes upon.
“Some say, it runs hot... in your veins.” Twining a single toothpick twixt slender digits and enthusiastically thrusting it into the abdominal section of several honeyed ‘Bungdaeki’-- then crudely popping the impaled lot between sensuously parted crimson apertures. Physique draped in the styxian liquid darkness that made musculature unequivocal, diabolically smooth, shamelessly displaying the flaming coal eyes that gazed across the room, upon Lao’Taun, in retort to spoken assertions through the [Vesper Link: Lao'Taun]. Nigrescent eyes watching the dancer who moved so fluidly, graciously provided by Chao-Xing. It brought back more 'refined' and 'fond' memories.
“Then perhaps the canvas should not be blank for the painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark, except when exposed by the light. In depth, the painter has the entire cosmos in mind, and in hand. But, not everyone can be an artist despite holding a brush, their hand not steady enough to place paint to canvas. The colours seep and thus become intermingled, for the talent of the artist is not yet developed enough in their youth, and thus can only dream.” Eloquent and confident words returned, that were established privately twixt the two, to which maligned twilight shadings tempestuously encroached about her form in translucent black liana.
Depicting the coquettish harbinger in a seemingly phantasmoric whorl within an ensorcelled darkness' mien; an energy that drew many to its blackened fires. “Then, there has to be those connoisseurs who witness the art, who love and appreciate what they have been privileged to see, even if it inspires them to the lust of wanting, but never having. How about, some erotic scene of some lavish odalisque demanding madness by the shadows placed at the arc of every curve. Or, the pensive beauty even enriched by pond colours and pastels of a more, tender eye yet forever doomed to drown in those waters. Such a tragedy is art. But ah! How it inspires men to be as Gods.” Cystho, Lao’Taun’s predecessor [the Tabotugu], initially the one unto which such services and company had been chosen, his Orient Jewel or the Black Orchid.
It brought to mind the reminiscence of such designs of the flesh. Passions uncultivated, her self-indulgences of hidden pursuits and ambitions had not gone unpunished. Nor the perverse debauchees that had lingered in lilts of temperate murmurs amongst the guttural choirs had been silenced throughout the sepulchral cathedral. The S'elothotha Cystho [The Grand Cathedral of Cystho] labyrinthine structures eternally resonated titillations of choric pleasures and desires. There were little of secrets throughout the hival mind. Turning slightly in respect of the Madame and these offerings of succulent delights, “Your talented chef is reputed as being masterfully adept to serving these sea beings, a sumptuous offering for the Umarian Astral Raquamothla festivals? Indeed, some have become very palatable to the Umarian palate!” taking a moment pause to look over what was offered, a gracious smile offered...
"For example, the 'Bing-tteok' has an unique, savoury quality native to the Gangan-kuro clan . Recipes inherited for over 7700 years—so thus far, I am quite... intrigued." Eyes drifting over the physique of Lao’Taun as silence struck the full pillows of her embouchements that uttered words like shifting silks within the change of temperate winds... lingering briefly before addressing Scahrossar’s question pertaining to the mission undertaken by the Grand Magistra Alara. Many questions surfaced over interfaces within oracular screens and via cortical thinking [ED biogenetic circulatory system—partially invisible and immune to most sensors and scanners, fuelled by the telepathic potency of Satrina’s virulent own highly developed somatic cells]
“It doesn’t appear to be an Op’s issue unlike what the first reports fell under. Whether some cretin filed the mission under the incorrect system or the initial employer wanted to hide his true intentions. In my professional opinion, the impetuousness of youth is not an excuse for the vacancy of common sense. The mission is corporate compromised... but hey, when one CEO tries to shove the dick of their idiocies down my throat without asking, I hope they are prepared for the resulting reflex: I bite, and I bite hard!” Reading over the last data provided, including the recorded streams, flicking through images in rapid lens-like sequences trained to detect even the slightest blemish in forensic detail. Shaking her head slowly while evidence just piled to the audible alerts of ‘Corporate Conspiracies’ especially those just moving into the genetic science and warfare.
Knowing the three CEO’s, personally—having such titles as Imperial Concubine had its noticeable perks. ”The Sanguorum facility, is provided by three corporate bodies, Nemesis, Engineering Evolutions Limited and the Byakuren. Along with several humanitarian organizations supposedly against the brutal conduct of prisoners of so they like to advertise and capitalize on. Pushing forth progressive rehabilitation programs of prisoners or those deemed unable to be rehabilitated are placed within the Cryogenic Programme.” Remaining quiet enough just to take a sip of the liqueur before continuing, “They’ve been under investigation before, though under different names and aliases, as many do with intergalactic accounts and shareholdings, it is difficult to apply a full freeze on their signatures.”
Byakuren Inc, holding the reputation as one of the galaxies most ruthless corporations, seizing smaller rivals and selling off the pieces to ensure its dominance. While this often causes tensions between it and the other corporations, even allied ones like Nemesis and Cromosa, ‘The White Lotus’ had forced other ‘Mega corporations’ to think twice about challenging them in any market where it held significant influence. “But, back to business—these corporations specialize in environment excavations, which is moreso in this case a camouflage to conceal the cryogenic and bio testings. Hefty profits are made in regards to weaponry; war is a prolific business, scrupulous in its industry. My guess, going by forensic readouts, they’ve made a breakthrough on a new microbe or parasitic life form, lost control of it and now want us to clean up the piss stains on the corporate carpet.”
After the evacuation of Lorenz, the corporation became one of the sentimental favourites of the Umarian population for both employment and purchasing exclusive imports. Many of the corporation's high level positions are filled by the UAR, and images from the Umarian culture were often used for corporate products. However, corporate philosophy is still dominated by Norian traditions that date back to its origins in Yirune Arm, not Umarian culture directly. “But we are both being officially appointed, I am not moving until the summons of service is charged. My services and direction comes strictly from the hand of the UAR, there is no other law in which I am defined or divine are its sacred policies of justice—neither moves me!”
Abounding profusions of decorated golden platters of meats and fruits that swelled the flaccid pulses where dragons pursued sumptuous pearls. Accoutrements and assortments of strange exotic drugs that roused and amused to prolong pleasure, or, to heat the cool flesh with the kiss of flames or that of ice; to numb the senses and heighten the thrones of ecstasy. Curious statuettes in half-veiled niches; within wall panels painted with bestial loves, ethereal harmonies rose from the ghostly echoes of the music, as if far in the distance, through the haze of some mythical dream. They were hired singers of all sexes, who sang diversely erotic praises and hymns to soothe the savage beasts, or to incite them—for there was no pleasure unexplored within the Black Jade House.
Even the dancers whose contortions were calculated to restore the outworn sense when all else had failed, inspired eyes to wander over their shadowy shapes concealed by rice paper screens, their silhouettes depicting scenes of legend with fans and slowly, languid sways... to mimic the dead, and their hapless flights beyond worlds and the black waters of timelessness. With indifference turning toward disgust, a half-emptied cup in Satrina’s hand, watching from the corner of her eyes the clientele which came and departed. Not averting eyes from certain scenes and customers who weren’t at all shameless or whom were too drunk to seek the shadows of privacy for their dalliance, and instead stared with those menacing void-liquored eyes.
Sudden satiety had claimed the moment, strangely withdrawn from the morass of smoky, candied tastes and flesh into which, not long before, had been supped by the amorous lips to trickle. Caught betwixt voluminous streams of data (to the effect of uniqueness that none else could process such in less than the lungs could draw breath) it ‘appeared’ she was one who stood elegantly poised, transfixed, beyond fragrant waters of deepening separation including the festivities of the evening. Not commenting further on the brainless actions of some UAR politician, for there was nothing else to be said and his fate was placed in the hands of which it was offended, such was the way of impartiality.
As for ‘others’ fornicating over the Celestial Liege, the actions spoke louder than intended words which fell upon deaf ears—for there were only two fornicating desires and feeble womanly whims being displayed over such a man, and Satrina was certainly not one of the two. One was understood more than the other, for it was the sensuality of nature and of the business in which Lao’Taun had been introduced, thus of course its flavours would be certainly offered to the hand to sample. The last, pro-curious displayed natures, one could only assume, befuddled impulses filled with manic urges, hypersexual and compulsivity. Not that there was a need for any diagnosis, the displays in blatant congruency was all that was required of the ‘trained’ eye and knowing the custodial traits of ‘accepted’ behaviour within UAR society—a vast and sumptuous smorgasbord of cuisines to taste and savour, from the sour to the sweet.
With a morphean thanatoidian mind, the shroud of thought temporarily removed and a simple yawn, “I actually suggest the Hanchi-mul-hoe!” of being somewhat an epicure extraordinaire... “It brings forth, touches of fresh succulence, its sensations trickle over tongue with astringent chaos... only to tempt the appetites. Then to which is added, the thinly sliced cousin to the octopus and squid, traditionally seasoned with the combination of vinegar, red chilli peppers sauce and soybean paste mixture in a water base. Mmmmm! perfection with a melt-in-your-mouth texture; a true culinary offering of gratitude to such.... pursues.” Night languorously progressed, its chilling air like an icily hug, a womb.
Airy spectral membranes wolfed and warped so strangely, tightening about collective essences and epitomes until nearly still, seemingly void. Perhaps it was only the procure to treat the audible senses, an other-worldly enkindled ameliorated fluted solo presentation that mystically enchanted senses and perceptions... or some other insidious impression, weaving its influences in spirited webs. Extensive ebony hued hair seemed to writhe upon a gentle silent invisible breeze that wrapped around petite shoulder, only to fall and tumble over silent breast that bore no breath save for its symbolic enthused quiet. Moving forwards towards the elongated table, where the lean accentuated the sculpt perfect like porcelain, modelled in sidereal Décolletage, providing a different luxury to enjoy or feast the eyes upon.
“Some say, it runs hot... in your veins.” Twining a single toothpick twixt slender digits and enthusiastically thrusting it into the abdominal section of several honeyed ‘Bungdaeki’-- then crudely popping the impaled lot between sensuously parted crimson apertures. Physique draped in the styxian liquid darkness that made musculature unequivocal, diabolically smooth, shamelessly displaying the flaming coal eyes that gazed across the room, upon Lao’Taun, in retort to spoken assertions through the [Vesper Link: Lao'Taun]. Nigrescent eyes watching the dancer who moved so fluidly, graciously provided by Chao-Xing. It brought back more 'refined' and 'fond' memories.
“Then perhaps the canvas should not be blank for the painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark, except when exposed by the light. In depth, the painter has the entire cosmos in mind, and in hand. But, not everyone can be an artist despite holding a brush, their hand not steady enough to place paint to canvas. The colours seep and thus become intermingled, for the talent of the artist is not yet developed enough in their youth, and thus can only dream.” Eloquent and confident words returned, that were established privately twixt the two, to which maligned twilight shadings tempestuously encroached about her form in translucent black liana.
Depicting the coquettish harbinger in a seemingly phantasmoric whorl within an ensorcelled darkness' mien; an energy that drew many to its blackened fires. “Then, there has to be those connoisseurs who witness the art, who love and appreciate what they have been privileged to see, even if it inspires them to the lust of wanting, but never having. How about, some erotic scene of some lavish odalisque demanding madness by the shadows placed at the arc of every curve. Or, the pensive beauty even enriched by pond colours and pastels of a more, tender eye yet forever doomed to drown in those waters. Such a tragedy is art. But ah! How it inspires men to be as Gods.” Cystho, Lao’Taun’s predecessor [the Tabotugu], initially the one unto which such services and company had been chosen, his Orient Jewel or the Black Orchid.
It brought to mind the reminiscence of such designs of the flesh. Passions uncultivated, her self-indulgences of hidden pursuits and ambitions had not gone unpunished. Nor the perverse debauchees that had lingered in lilts of temperate murmurs amongst the guttural choirs had been silenced throughout the sepulchral cathedral. The S'elothotha Cystho [The Grand Cathedral of Cystho] labyrinthine structures eternally resonated titillations of choric pleasures and desires. There were little of secrets throughout the hival mind. Turning slightly in respect of the Madame and these offerings of succulent delights, “Your talented chef is reputed as being masterfully adept to serving these sea beings, a sumptuous offering for the Umarian Astral Raquamothla festivals? Indeed, some have become very palatable to the Umarian palate!” taking a moment pause to look over what was offered, a gracious smile offered...
"For example, the 'Bing-tteok' has an unique, savoury quality native to the Gangan-kuro clan . Recipes inherited for over 7700 years—so thus far, I am quite... intrigued." Eyes drifting over the physique of Lao’Taun as silence struck the full pillows of her embouchements that uttered words like shifting silks within the change of temperate winds... lingering briefly before addressing Scahrossar’s question pertaining to the mission undertaken by the Grand Magistra Alara. Many questions surfaced over interfaces within oracular screens and via cortical thinking [ED biogenetic circulatory system—partially invisible and immune to most sensors and scanners, fuelled by the telepathic potency of Satrina’s virulent own highly developed somatic cells]
“It doesn’t appear to be an Op’s issue unlike what the first reports fell under. Whether some cretin filed the mission under the incorrect system or the initial employer wanted to hide his true intentions. In my professional opinion, the impetuousness of youth is not an excuse for the vacancy of common sense. The mission is corporate compromised... but hey, when one CEO tries to shove the dick of their idiocies down my throat without asking, I hope they are prepared for the resulting reflex: I bite, and I bite hard!” Reading over the last data provided, including the recorded streams, flicking through images in rapid lens-like sequences trained to detect even the slightest blemish in forensic detail. Shaking her head slowly while evidence just piled to the audible alerts of ‘Corporate Conspiracies’ especially those just moving into the genetic science and warfare.
Knowing the three CEO’s, personally—having such titles as Imperial Concubine had its noticeable perks. ”The Sanguorum facility, is provided by three corporate bodies, Nemesis, Engineering Evolutions Limited and the Byakuren. Along with several humanitarian organizations supposedly against the brutal conduct of prisoners of so they like to advertise and capitalize on. Pushing forth progressive rehabilitation programs of prisoners or those deemed unable to be rehabilitated are placed within the Cryogenic Programme.” Remaining quiet enough just to take a sip of the liqueur before continuing, “They’ve been under investigation before, though under different names and aliases, as many do with intergalactic accounts and shareholdings, it is difficult to apply a full freeze on their signatures.”
Byakuren Inc, holding the reputation as one of the galaxies most ruthless corporations, seizing smaller rivals and selling off the pieces to ensure its dominance. While this often causes tensions between it and the other corporations, even allied ones like Nemesis and Cromosa, ‘The White Lotus’ had forced other ‘Mega corporations’ to think twice about challenging them in any market where it held significant influence. “But, back to business—these corporations specialize in environment excavations, which is moreso in this case a camouflage to conceal the cryogenic and bio testings. Hefty profits are made in regards to weaponry; war is a prolific business, scrupulous in its industry. My guess, going by forensic readouts, they’ve made a breakthrough on a new microbe or parasitic life form, lost control of it and now want us to clean up the piss stains on the corporate carpet.”
After the evacuation of Lorenz, the corporation became one of the sentimental favourites of the Umarian population for both employment and purchasing exclusive imports. Many of the corporation's high level positions are filled by the UAR, and images from the Umarian culture were often used for corporate products. However, corporate philosophy is still dominated by Norian traditions that date back to its origins in Yirune Arm, not Umarian culture directly. “But we are both being officially appointed, I am not moving until the summons of service is charged. My services and direction comes strictly from the hand of the UAR, there is no other law in which I am defined or divine are its sacred policies of justice—neither moves me!”
▌ Encrypted Message: MV HARPY IV
To: Satina Sheitanii
It seems your hypothesis in the present state of Serpensi is proving to be correct; the issues are not technical as via the facility itself but perhaps a malfunction, corporate sabotage or just a way for the corporate to cover themself by flicking off a switch? The mission is subject to altercation and misleading information, and possibly also a breach of security. I have attached live material along with the communications between myself and a ‘known’ survivor, Kaiser Durandal. I have not run background checks or sought to establish truth in identity simply because while I try to contain the situation, he has been the eyes and ears we don’t have down there.
I have deployed a small team to assess the situation. I am not at liberty to send a full team down there presently due to the situation which motions into a complex what the fuck scenario. At least if we maintain the crisis, get the systems up and running we’ll have a better perspective. My concern is the instability of the cryogenic area, which is in malfunction and there appears to be a contaminated issue. I have included the visual confirmations of the pods and what is left remaining of the bodies. If it is a bug issue, I do not have the jurisdiction nor the education of that department to effectively handle the situation, therefore I am requesting your attendance and Grand Magistra Scahrossar's attendance, at the earliest and most convenient time, with all due respect to your own obligations to the UAR.
It is in my official and professional opinion; I am not capable to successfully run this mission and hope to achieve successful results. My team is not an extermination, containment or quarantine team, we’re merely an investigational, fraud, security and ops surveillance team as you well know. Which is what this mission originally was classified. I will patch through the official request for your assistance to the Council, I am sure they will contact you both once the official statements and appeal is approved.
Revelation is the Law.
Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus ▌
▌Encrypted Message: YUGHOSHI MATERNA CHANYOSA
To: Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus. MV Harpy IV
I will wait to receive formal clergy notification of my official placement in regards to this mission. Until then by Magistrate Code of Conduct I am not liable towards any action or equivocal commands in which to achieve the full authority over this mission that originally was considered strictly an Ops case but now indicates it is a ‘pest’ problem that requires contamination and quarantine measures before an eradication can be conducted, as per galactic Federal laws of the Saturnorum System.
I do however suggest a ‘freeze’ on all planetary and corporation accounts of the Nemesis, Engineering Evolutions Limited and the Byakuren industries, as per suspecting activates that question the integrity of the Intergalactic Policies of introducing parasitical invasive species to a colonized facility, which also breaks the Mining Codes of having to report findings to the appropriate anthropology research establishments.
Companies within the Saturnorum System: Sacrodenc Incorporated, Tegradvan Group or Equantems Technology-- the main three leading companies that deal with Xenoarchaeological samples and discoveries, and that are the only centers equipped to deal with invasive species. I would also, ensure full segregation of the inmate levels and singular cell enforcement to contain the situation until our arrival. It is very likely the species has already established a hival nest or in the process of establishing one, you want this area contained as soon as possible.
Integrity and Sovereignty
Magistra Satrina Sheitanii ▌
Lao'Taun: When it came
to fortune, commerce was regulated within careful confines - corporate entities
provided power to those who held their reigns. Power was a commodity within the
UAR and Lao'Taun was far from ignorant when it came to the level of ambition
that could be mustered to achieve it. Threats often evolved from legitimate
sources, and when laws failed to confine them beneath the iron fist of his rule
they required termination. As Satrina spoke, his attentions remained upon her
despite the slow nonchalant exploration of the goods that Madame had exposed in
offering. The weave of fan and body, the elegant direction of energy and body
was fascinating and alluring and doubtfully any less tasteful than pomegranate
and gogi encased within delicate pastry.
Imperial fire was unpredictable, it burned with opulence and fervour that was unrivalled - but it was controlled and directed. Corporate entities permitted existence after the fall had been strictly confined in operations that benefited the UAR and was beneath it's sanction, those who manipulated what which was to be beneath the umbrella threatened the proper balance of power and in that should they persist as Satrina explained, they found themselves as enemies of the state. If the Magistra were to become the tool to drill the rot from such entities then that would find them place and purpose within the diverse operations of the UAR's many integrated and functional components. The problem rested within factional lines where it appeared some operated outside -- due to whatever excuse or another, a problem that this meeting was to rectify. Satrina spoke of the work of the Harpy and he could see openly their transmissions and knew their operation - yet of the factional leadership he had come to meet, he had trouble finding separation between her and the Jade House. It seemed in some branches whores and the endowed leadership had no identifiable beginning or end.
"I have been monitoring the exchanges between you and the Harpy. It is my understanding that the operation has reached a plateau where intervention is required. It is my intention then to accompany whatever resources you intend to divert to their assistance To show the support of the UAR and to acknowledge my own gratitude for their service." Lao'Taun spoke in absolute terms, there was little to ask of such situations, obviously the sought after goal within the factional lines of the Magistra would have to wait. Battle came before politics, and supported victory showed more loyalty than writhing bodies ever could.
He took a sip from his glass after a careful selection of some fresh salmon sashimi. He looked towards Madame and turned his head slightly as he leaned slightly forwards and back in appreciation for the offerings. "Many thanks to our host, may your ventures be profitable Madame." he said, in issued gratitude. The Jade House had received favour, no doubt the hedonistic and erotic doings behind paper walls would continue thereafter. His motivations seemed genuine despite his initial distaste, which had perhaps been triggered by frustrations that his expectations had not been met in terms of business. Something that still had plenty of chance to be rectified.
Lao'Taun held a rigid posture even when sitting in the chair, his gaze shifting briefly to the Black Orchid. Wordless messages sought routing within meaningful looks. He looked forwards to what would be hopefully a chance for them to speak more in depth. Thousands of years had past and like always the foundations of the strongest never broke or crumbled. He was the same as he had always been. perhaps a little wiser and knowledgeable now. He still wanted to discuss the other business with Madame, but that might have to wait -- certain considerations lead him away from his initial approach to such. It could always be diverted to Xantlicha to handle.
Imperial fire was unpredictable, it burned with opulence and fervour that was unrivalled - but it was controlled and directed. Corporate entities permitted existence after the fall had been strictly confined in operations that benefited the UAR and was beneath it's sanction, those who manipulated what which was to be beneath the umbrella threatened the proper balance of power and in that should they persist as Satrina explained, they found themselves as enemies of the state. If the Magistra were to become the tool to drill the rot from such entities then that would find them place and purpose within the diverse operations of the UAR's many integrated and functional components. The problem rested within factional lines where it appeared some operated outside -- due to whatever excuse or another, a problem that this meeting was to rectify. Satrina spoke of the work of the Harpy and he could see openly their transmissions and knew their operation - yet of the factional leadership he had come to meet, he had trouble finding separation between her and the Jade House. It seemed in some branches whores and the endowed leadership had no identifiable beginning or end.
"I have been monitoring the exchanges between you and the Harpy. It is my understanding that the operation has reached a plateau where intervention is required. It is my intention then to accompany whatever resources you intend to divert to their assistance To show the support of the UAR and to acknowledge my own gratitude for their service." Lao'Taun spoke in absolute terms, there was little to ask of such situations, obviously the sought after goal within the factional lines of the Magistra would have to wait. Battle came before politics, and supported victory showed more loyalty than writhing bodies ever could.
He took a sip from his glass after a careful selection of some fresh salmon sashimi. He looked towards Madame and turned his head slightly as he leaned slightly forwards and back in appreciation for the offerings. "Many thanks to our host, may your ventures be profitable Madame." he said, in issued gratitude. The Jade House had received favour, no doubt the hedonistic and erotic doings behind paper walls would continue thereafter. His motivations seemed genuine despite his initial distaste, which had perhaps been triggered by frustrations that his expectations had not been met in terms of business. Something that still had plenty of chance to be rectified.
Lao'Taun held a rigid posture even when sitting in the chair, his gaze shifting briefly to the Black Orchid. Wordless messages sought routing within meaningful looks. He looked forwards to what would be hopefully a chance for them to speak more in depth. Thousands of years had past and like always the foundations of the strongest never broke or crumbled. He was the same as he had always been. perhaps a little wiser and knowledgeable now. He still wanted to discuss the other business with Madame, but that might have to wait -- certain considerations lead him away from his initial approach to such. It could always be diverted to Xantlicha to handle.
Scahrossar: If it
weren’t for the fact that Scahrossar had such composure to which only the
hottest of flames could tempt she would have burst in a joyous reverie of
laughter to Lao’Taun’s reaction to her seemingly wanton affections. Though
every movement she had made was one that seemed to be filled with eroticism the
true nature of what had transpired was still yet to be seen, as she had not
revealed the reasoning to which she seemed to be so willing to indulge in
hedonistic pleasure. Of course the thought would be simply that she would want
to feel something hot and pulsing between her legs, and she would have not in
any way deterred that thought from the ignorant who assumed that which they
truly didn’t know. What really went on in her mind was hidden between deceptive
weavings of both action and speech, and it appeared that she had been so
successful that she’d even left her former pleasure seeker and lovely companion
Satrina perhaps in question.
This of course was her actual power
so to speak, to lead the fools off cliffs that they happily jumped off
themselves, many of them doing so in arrogance combined with ignorance. She had
no problem letting herself seem every bit as someone who should be very well a
part of the Jade House as opposed to leading a faction of soldiers and spies.
Satrina she knew however would not be entirely convinced that is all she was,
another of the Jade House’s many treats in which one could divine a succulent
taste from, and the Madame herself already knew that Scahrossar was not to be
tasted unless she truly wished for it to be done. She was one who much rather
enjoyed tasting rather, as she had done so quite wantonly here.
She had tasted Lao’Taun and what she had sampled was someone who was although competent in what they have set out to do, someone who was of little impression to be honest. He had kept himself reserved with stoicism and it was quite clear that though he had told her to relax he had still wished for some form of modest dealings, perhaps incapable, or disliking the idea of mixing business with pleasure. He wore his title like he wore his clothing, tight and refined with a degree of elegance that he would much not want to let become dirty, or tarnished in any way. Such was the will of kings and emperors, they would do anything to keep their precious titles from the scouring of rodents and rats who would try to pick a part to figure out the truth beneath such. Few of them however knew that in being so reserved they let rodents and the rats pick at them until their natural predator came to devour them and the knowledge to which they held. As such a predator was doing so just now, and what she saw beneath was someone who preferred to get out there and face his foes rather than try and discuss a peaceful resolution with them.
She had tasted Lao’Taun and what she had sampled was someone who was although competent in what they have set out to do, someone who was of little impression to be honest. He had kept himself reserved with stoicism and it was quite clear that though he had told her to relax he had still wished for some form of modest dealings, perhaps incapable, or disliking the idea of mixing business with pleasure. He wore his title like he wore his clothing, tight and refined with a degree of elegance that he would much not want to let become dirty, or tarnished in any way. Such was the will of kings and emperors, they would do anything to keep their precious titles from the scouring of rodents and rats who would try to pick a part to figure out the truth beneath such. Few of them however knew that in being so reserved they let rodents and the rats pick at them until their natural predator came to devour them and the knowledge to which they held. As such a predator was doing so just now, and what she saw beneath was someone who preferred to get out there and face his foes rather than try and discuss a peaceful resolution with them.
At least that is what she had
ascertained for when it seemed as if the business of their meeting was not to
come to fruition he had immediately shifted to wish to head for a mission where
he could throw his weight around, also showing her that he perhaps had an ego
which likely wasn’t uncalled for. After all he was the Celestial Liege, and
people bowed down to him, if he didn’t have some sort of ego she would have
been slightly surprised and impressed by his modest nature. This was a man
whose nature was anything but modest, save for when dealing in intimate encounter.
On that end she wondered if he was a bit shy, which made her giggle slightly as
she would depart from his form to begin sliding with sensual grace back to
Satrina.
“I myself think I’ll take what Satrina has offered. She rarely ever disappoints me in her choices...” Her tone came out soft and smooth with a slightly sensual delight to it as her soft curves slightly nuzzled up to Satrina’s own divine form as she cast somewhat lidded hues in her way. “Do you, dear?” She would ask her with a bit of a tease to her tone while she remained to appear as a being whose only goal was to enjoy pleasures of hedonistic value. She was however listening with rapt attention to the details of the mission that Alara was on, and she herself as part of the Magistra would be looking over the details with her neural connection to the data through the bio-encryption that they had set up. As she reviewed the data herself she would lean into Satrina and gently rest her delicate chin on the woman’s shoulder, letting out a slow and soft sigh. “Always cleaning up someone else’s mess it seems. We really should tell people to go fuck themselves, I’ve got a few toys I could lend them for such an endeavour.”
She would state with a soft, sensual little chuckle. “As for this life form, I’d like to get my hands on it if we could somehow acquire a sample, I’d very much enjoy playing with it.” She would say with a devious little smile, and though many might think she was considering playing around with the parasitic life form in a way that might suggest less professional means, Satrina knew differently. Scahrossar was within the Magistra the lead alchemist and she specialized in bio-alchemy, something Satrina would most definitely know of.
"Let me know if I am needed then, I've no issues getting my hands dirty as you know." She would say to Satrina, and for the first time she seemed to be completely professional in her expression and there didn't seem to be any sort of double entradres to her speach, that was until she gave a bit of a giggle. "I do love to bathe myself in blood, rubbing it all over my skin. It's such a delightful experience." Her words came with what would appear to be a slightly higher tune then normal, almost appearing giddy as opposed to simply succulent in divine eroticism, and more like a teenage girl getting ready to go to the prom with the way her soft emerald slitted hues lit up. She knew quite well that it might be that both herself and Satrina would be needed on this mission given the way things were going, though Alara had yet to call for assistance.
“I myself think I’ll take what Satrina has offered. She rarely ever disappoints me in her choices...” Her tone came out soft and smooth with a slightly sensual delight to it as her soft curves slightly nuzzled up to Satrina’s own divine form as she cast somewhat lidded hues in her way. “Do you, dear?” She would ask her with a bit of a tease to her tone while she remained to appear as a being whose only goal was to enjoy pleasures of hedonistic value. She was however listening with rapt attention to the details of the mission that Alara was on, and she herself as part of the Magistra would be looking over the details with her neural connection to the data through the bio-encryption that they had set up. As she reviewed the data herself she would lean into Satrina and gently rest her delicate chin on the woman’s shoulder, letting out a slow and soft sigh. “Always cleaning up someone else’s mess it seems. We really should tell people to go fuck themselves, I’ve got a few toys I could lend them for such an endeavour.”
She would state with a soft, sensual little chuckle. “As for this life form, I’d like to get my hands on it if we could somehow acquire a sample, I’d very much enjoy playing with it.” She would say with a devious little smile, and though many might think she was considering playing around with the parasitic life form in a way that might suggest less professional means, Satrina knew differently. Scahrossar was within the Magistra the lead alchemist and she specialized in bio-alchemy, something Satrina would most definitely know of.
"Let me know if I am needed then, I've no issues getting my hands dirty as you know." She would say to Satrina, and for the first time she seemed to be completely professional in her expression and there didn't seem to be any sort of double entradres to her speach, that was until she gave a bit of a giggle. "I do love to bathe myself in blood, rubbing it all over my skin. It's such a delightful experience." Her words came with what would appear to be a slightly higher tune then normal, almost appearing giddy as opposed to simply succulent in divine eroticism, and more like a teenage girl getting ready to go to the prom with the way her soft emerald slitted hues lit up. She knew quite well that it might be that both herself and Satrina would be needed on this mission given the way things were going, though Alara had yet to call for assistance.
As Lao would speak it would
seem as if he had also taken an interest within the Magistra's mission and
decided that it was more important then their current political meeting. How
delicious, Scahrossar had apparently bored him, or at least so it seemed since
Alara had yet to ask for direct assistance from the UAR and he seemed all too
eager to leave. She suppressed a giggle for with the current meeting concluded
she would have to infrom Satrina of something vitally important that she'd
hoped to get across in this meeting, but wasn't able to now that it seemed to
be concluding.
[Bio-encrypted message]. The message she was about to send Satrina's way would be encoded in both of their DNA strands, meaning only those who posses the DNA of the sender and the reciever would be able to decypher and read it. The DNA needed to be living, as dead cells were likely those that had been compromised and within someone else's hands.
[Bio-encrypted message]. The message she was about to send Satrina's way would be encoded in both of their DNA strands, meaning only those who posses the DNA of the sender and the reciever would be able to decypher and read it. The DNA needed to be living, as dead cells were likely those that had been compromised and within someone else's hands.
Satrina, it is unfortunate this
meeting has concluded so soon as there is much for us to discuss, Alara as
well. The Harbringers....have split. I am not truly the Grand Magistra of the
Harbringers and Alara is only mildly aware of this split herself, though they
do follow me, they are waiting for you to take control. Those who are fully
loyal to me however are no longer part of the Harbringers and neither am I, but
we are our own faction still within the Magistra. This happened after you had
been sent away and after we had left the UAR, so I was hoping to speak with
Lao'Taun about it as well....much happened when you left, to which I need to
discuss with you, and if the Faction I am Grand Magistra and the Harbringers
are to become part of the UAR once more I must know that there is a place for
them to return, part of what should have been discussed here, but it seems
there is no time for it now, and I do not know if Lao wishes for me to
accompany the two of you on this mission, not that it matters I think, but I'd
rather not cause any more problems then there already might be.
Satrina: Such a blinding
light of elucidation, where Symphonies and dreams of flight were all forsaken
removed from the embraces made of web and whisper, to trap the fly that had
escaped the ointment only to fall to more suggestive deceptions. From the fall
of dark eloquence, the rails of lust, the forgotten sense long given to the
mists in which to depart and savour. An endless sacrifice, a world that had
passed and fell to death-kneel in order to save what was really too pitiful to
show mercy. When finally traversed, the ashen fields of a dead tranquility, it
was more or less one held the will hold aloft the carcass that so lovingly left
in her memory. The patterned scars of sensual interlude delineate her allure to
hang upon such a unsurpassed visage, this gentle elegance, beheld in Mercurial
shadows which rose upon her flesh, and unto a heart secluded to mock such
potent reverie. A voice corrosive... deadly in its potency;, reverberant
through the caverns of the soul and the Hival-Mind of the Umarian Astral
Raquamothla.
“Most certainly, Alara would be honoured to have you upon the bridge the Harpy VI, as toward the mission itself, it is under my understanding and knowledge that the mission was falsified to begin with, and one of ours misinformed as to the nature of the operation. It is quite obvious delegation has thwarted procedure and compromised policy that should not have gone astray or corrupted. Contrite, what else has wilted whilst caught in the trappestine yearning of my shadows that no longer grace the vaults nor bring warmth to such cold wintry nights.” Gaze shifting from time to time between the patrons and the wanton shadows that writhed and moaned behind the screen of obscurity. Impressions within are never lost to a seasoned mind, although perhaps misted in soft regrets. Fate deftly always leaves behind waking nightmares and the longings of nocturnal festivity.
Shame some chose to hide their veil of madness, even if they draped like a funeral shroud over their truer intentions and declarations, bequeathed to defunct strains of eternity. This pangs of empathy stirred for the ineffectual materialism of beauty, turned to admire the languid soul, blinded. Not choosing to submit to the lashings of memoir, and the flaying of futility in all its blatant and hidden agendas, no recollections of sorrow flooded the complacent mind, nor did the soul in delicate, painful simplicity stir the notions of yet another cataclysm. In chime to rejoinder, milieu of timbre replica of Hesperian airs among the blossoms of the Nightside, “Forever the... delights of my choices, is enough to incite the Gods themselves into feral and carnal ecstasies.” Face turning towards Scahrossar, so that cheek rested against the other and even though the motion may have appeared sensual, the refection of the eyes expressed a more dominant inflection, the way chin tilted upwards and eyes gleamed down like demonic daggers in the abysmal subterranean blacks.
Fingers stroked along the length of blade sitting proud across her thighs as if the gesture was not only sexual but also directive towards the danger of its sting. Glare quickly moving askance to adorn the Celestial Lord in the inflection of those passions thus crossed and shamelessly displayed. “We should indeed tell people to go fuck themselves...but they would probably enjoy it a little too much and I find the accolade not to such pleasures as what I can with the tongue to pearls and decadent sighs. I should find it flattering, their languid sighs and impassioned coercions-- however, with such regret, alas I do not. ” Right hand ascending to the side of Scahrossar’s beautiful face, raking the elongated black talons down over her pallid contours so that reddened welts were left in their wake. From the temple along the chiselled contours of cheek to jawline, then... index finger extending to take the tip of chin to flex it upwards so that Scahrossar’s seductive eyes.
Satrina’s stare would convene with the darkest depths of the voids, like black mirrors constantly shifting and colliding, as razor-sharp apexes drifted, Cicatriced from the menarchic of humanoid facades... “As for you my dear, don’t offer upon the platters of delights what one may not be so willing to bestow, I have no time for seductive games that may inspire the loins of fools and dumb-stricken clumsy hands in which to fornicate unflustered thighs. My hungers go far deeper than what you or any could fathom”, infinite suspiration and nonflexible resolve surfaced in the assertive lilt of vernacular synchronization, Nothing to assume in the tone of voice, or misinterpret other than what was directly designated—melody reminiscent to a hymnful paean in tribute to some besotted oblivion. It wasn’t flexible for false impression, or the misreading of a dolt.
“I have no desire to depart this evening; I shall have the required vessel prepared and we’ll leave approximately 1700 hours. Either be there or not, it doesn’t change my course. I just hope you all can hold onto your elations and not make a mess in my lap.” Knowing that the vessel in question was one of a specialized taste and one not overly active in the UAR forces, one whose speed and manoeuvring was unmatched by any cruiser, battleship, destroyer or frigate—it was a skill unmatched and one that made her indispensable in the UAR with the faction ‘Engineers of the Void’ and the ‘Uchuu Ngahákzha’. “We have two unclaimed galaxies to move across, the Majorix XI- Sabus Alpha System and the Aeterna Hysterax. Both are hostile zones that do not welcome breaching and will act just as barbed as I shall make the interaction cutting and meaningful.” Sweeping apex of tongue to moisten the scarlet matte of opiate lips, changing spoken word to projected thoughts; bioencrypted communiqué twixt herself and Scahrossar that couldn’t be read or extracted from the multitudes of swirling crimson and plethoric mists... the ever-asphyxiating fogs.
“A pity it had come to this... this wilting and fading, but with such entropic revealing I find it no less of a surprise than other things before my eyes. Shame the fall had to occur after the pride flushed across our breasts in the medals earned and the tributes gifted, prolifically sung across the ‘verse. We shall now think of them naught but laments, the lachrymose to remind us not to be as them and faded to the black of another suffocated star. Their fall will be remembered no less, than a second of heartburn, but their skins hanging from the helms will be spoken for years to come, of shame and failure. Let us not sing those praises. I cannot comment on the ‘Celestial Liege’ himself, in private critique or debate, but if you seek his council it is wise to speak and not falter to the grand and stoic quiet -- silence makes idiots look wise, if only for a moment.” Not swaying eyes away from the grace of Scahrossar, too engrossed with her pondering to partake in the lesser virtues of simplistic pleasures.
Writhes of hair whirling within the gnarled fingers of the wind, exchange to gently whip across the Naga’s features, melodically tormenting as the daintiest whispers of Oriental chimes. In appearance only and certainly not in presence, the wan willowy bloom governed in the liquid darkness that shifted in consistency and depths, gowned, sometimes even moving like the black waters of the Sheol. Red slinky irisated silk robes draped over the chaise that once graced her form to offer a more softened appeal than the harshness of battle-born form which worked in all ways leaving little to the mind's eye. Concealing in all true manner of ineffable necrotic glyphs and necromantic sigils hidden beneath the morphed and appealing flesh—the flawless symmetry of the shapely Nefertitian décolletage, ghostly pale flesh, eyes like black immeasurable cosmos, nigritude-iridescent hair which cascaded over one bare shoulder and down beyond revealing tourniquet, all made her materialize indeed as the Deadly Siren she was, Arachnidia emerging from the shreds of a black cocoon.
In a discreet, sinister, other-worldly inflection further discourse was certain in reply to the Madame, offering her chef in such a way, aspired many a dark thought to flutter across the mind in primal appetite, of other delicacies that had not been offered, almost disappointingly. Leaning forwards again to pluck with another treat with the satirical point of fingernail... sliding the succulent exotic morsel of uncooked ginseng, swished in indigenous spices laced with minutely diced slivers of numerous Oriental fungi masticated into a paste, towards the Madame’s lips, thus intending, succinctly to halt the flow of verbiage, “There is no better way to know death than to link it with some licentious fragment of far sweeter tastes, after all food is merely a sacrifice, to consume the living. Yet I see so many objurgational in their experience of it, and not from delight, merely because they believe they have to—it’s an empty ritual an enervated banquet. The lure is visible, yet not altogether satisfying...”
Leaving the rest for no interpretation, for her bestial fleshly lusts and insatiable cannibal appetites were revealed only in their savagery and horror, and to speak of it, only brought it such a distasteful injustice. Where her lithe form had become, now swallowed by a hungry living black space, an ancient stalking of swarm and diaphanous, encircling, mass... the verges of darkness' uncoiling, while moving pale semenial white carnivorous thick tendrils stroked the biding of the sinisterly attractive barren limbs of trees, yearning for lust fetishes not sated to the presences of dancers to tempt and divert. Attuning perceptions to the praise and honeyed dialects of Chao-Xing, closing eyes behind long, thick and lustrous lashes... “Seek not to soften my verdict by flattery, it requires no appraise, no eloquence, no blandishments or appreciations... and then to me, at least, I shall not have to make false promises I have no plan on keeping.” Always the inexplicable, the fluidity of technique and scheme applied, that she doubted any there would decipher the riddles from the candour.
A dark indifference was the evening, despite the illusions of sycophancy, offers to taste the acerbic inclinations of spent fruits—and soured scraps from many a masters table, appealing less to the palate than the cherry sake after the candied liqueur... a stain of flavour that reminded Satrina of funebral berries dipped in conquest. Moving to swing diminutive from the comforts of such, company and furnishings... elegantly bringing height to the finely pointed heels in order to stand whilst blade edge sung harmoniously over the tautness of attire—head turning to gaze upon the Madame from impressionable stance, “Let’s hope my absence doesn’t echo yet another tri-thousand years... apologies for such an abrupt visit, perhaps some other time, but I must bid you adieu. Please, graciously inform Tian Mu-Bi and Kaun Zhu that I shall be having, ‘words’ with them upon return, much obliged for all your hospitality.” Emphasising ‘words’ through the velveteen seductions of dialect, graciously turning to give a refined nod respectfully towards Lao’Taun, voice reflective of a lower tone in replicate of eye contact...
“My Liege! To become successful, one must put themselves in the paths of giants; I hope you have discovered what was needed to be observed... and the outcome wasn’t unfavourable.” ... then turning lastly, offering words of parting towards Scahrossar, eyelids ascending revealing mirrors, like polished black gem stones of the grave at midnight sans, moonlight and stars, that bore straight into contact that made Scahrossar’s seem as florid flaming glass from emerald seas, “Whichever way you choose, know that the rest of the Magistrate go with you, in all honour, loyalty and glory—for whatever our future may be, our past has been and gone. Perhaps the future is more profitable to our needs, regardless, we shall make it so. I speak with especial sincerity and enthusiasm, because my own especial tastes centre on the same aspirations as they did in my youth. May such aims serve us both well!” There would be no hint in what was expressly intended nor implied, with the sophisticated twist of words and the manner in which each was uttered from the sultry nuance of visuals and decree that stroked across the acumen ever so deceptively.
Formality placed as it should be, when it should be and where it should be—offering one last action of respectful obeisance, even though profoundly some of Satrina’s words had been fully intended towards lesser congruous terms; it was merely in the natures of her ways and mannerism. Virulent the shadows streamed, adept was the adroit wrist eloquently spinning sword with an upper gyration so that the tip slid seductively downwards into the scabbard clinging against left thigh. Translucent darkness swarming over sinuous form, cloaking in rustling synthetics; motion fluid, steps soundless in the recede of departure—looking over the clients in the foyer with the petite perished blossoms draped over them like the delicate painted petals which to some seemed more to hide their shame and sadness, while others with their fawning mouths, wore their taints like the jewellery dangling around their pretty throats. Some gazed in admiration, others in fear... the perfumes a mere quiver, was savoured but not to be explored or enjoyed.
Moving with an uncanny grace in the restless moonlight, manoeuvring like some skilled purloiner, mouth decorous, a crimson orchid-flower whence perfume and whence poison rise unseen transgressed into that portrait of heartlessness. Standing between the lamplight and the moon, snow falling, resembling fragile white rose petals, and due to those cryogenic enchantments it deemed apposite. Necromant zephyr, hyalescent of fretful flowing streams in the tatters of ebony, cold calloused hands raking back the silky tresses... the warning was just as scented as the amaranthine flowers in the undercurrents of the bitter tempests. Apertures miming some ambiguous appellation, extending neural connections to the Mindhive Hyperband Relay Network, entwining communications not only with BioEncryptions but also Cellular Scanners affixed to signatures that may be attempting surveillance. Sendng out details of her location, requesting armed escort for the Celestial Illuminate, for whenever he chose to leave, they would remain outside in sentry standby regardless, and an armed hovercar ‘Silhouette XI-D’ for herself enroute for the private UAR docks.
▌BioEncrypted | Cellular Scanners [active] Message: YUGHOSHI MATERNA CHANYOSA
To: Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus. MV Harpy IV
Time of departure is 1700 hours. Please have prepared all necessary lodging for Imperial security and accommodation. All further relays are to be Bioencrypted with added Cellular Scanners; signature requests to relay are to be denied. I entrust you’ll take no further action in compliance with this mission until our arrival. I have yet to receive the appropriate clearance. So, I have to oblige you, that under the code UIC-9 [Unclassified Crew Act 9-- Unsanctioned Clearance Breach], and in compliance with magistrate procedure that you must be aware of, until such clearance is provided, you’re operating in direct violation to such codes and regulations. I am however hopeful this is rectified prior to dispatch.
I would also appreciate an escort rendezvous within the Saturnorum System, M-705/S. Requesting 4x Apophis XI-VI, should you have the additional auxiliaries on standby, armed and fully operational.
Thank you Alara for your care and consideration in regards to this matter, I entrust you will do your utmost professional best to comply with my requests.
Integrity and Sovereignty
Magistra Satrina Sheitanii ▌
“Most certainly, Alara would be honoured to have you upon the bridge the Harpy VI, as toward the mission itself, it is under my understanding and knowledge that the mission was falsified to begin with, and one of ours misinformed as to the nature of the operation. It is quite obvious delegation has thwarted procedure and compromised policy that should not have gone astray or corrupted. Contrite, what else has wilted whilst caught in the trappestine yearning of my shadows that no longer grace the vaults nor bring warmth to such cold wintry nights.” Gaze shifting from time to time between the patrons and the wanton shadows that writhed and moaned behind the screen of obscurity. Impressions within are never lost to a seasoned mind, although perhaps misted in soft regrets. Fate deftly always leaves behind waking nightmares and the longings of nocturnal festivity.
Shame some chose to hide their veil of madness, even if they draped like a funeral shroud over their truer intentions and declarations, bequeathed to defunct strains of eternity. This pangs of empathy stirred for the ineffectual materialism of beauty, turned to admire the languid soul, blinded. Not choosing to submit to the lashings of memoir, and the flaying of futility in all its blatant and hidden agendas, no recollections of sorrow flooded the complacent mind, nor did the soul in delicate, painful simplicity stir the notions of yet another cataclysm. In chime to rejoinder, milieu of timbre replica of Hesperian airs among the blossoms of the Nightside, “Forever the... delights of my choices, is enough to incite the Gods themselves into feral and carnal ecstasies.” Face turning towards Scahrossar, so that cheek rested against the other and even though the motion may have appeared sensual, the refection of the eyes expressed a more dominant inflection, the way chin tilted upwards and eyes gleamed down like demonic daggers in the abysmal subterranean blacks.
Fingers stroked along the length of blade sitting proud across her thighs as if the gesture was not only sexual but also directive towards the danger of its sting. Glare quickly moving askance to adorn the Celestial Lord in the inflection of those passions thus crossed and shamelessly displayed. “We should indeed tell people to go fuck themselves...but they would probably enjoy it a little too much and I find the accolade not to such pleasures as what I can with the tongue to pearls and decadent sighs. I should find it flattering, their languid sighs and impassioned coercions-- however, with such regret, alas I do not. ” Right hand ascending to the side of Scahrossar’s beautiful face, raking the elongated black talons down over her pallid contours so that reddened welts were left in their wake. From the temple along the chiselled contours of cheek to jawline, then... index finger extending to take the tip of chin to flex it upwards so that Scahrossar’s seductive eyes.
Satrina’s stare would convene with the darkest depths of the voids, like black mirrors constantly shifting and colliding, as razor-sharp apexes drifted, Cicatriced from the menarchic of humanoid facades... “As for you my dear, don’t offer upon the platters of delights what one may not be so willing to bestow, I have no time for seductive games that may inspire the loins of fools and dumb-stricken clumsy hands in which to fornicate unflustered thighs. My hungers go far deeper than what you or any could fathom”, infinite suspiration and nonflexible resolve surfaced in the assertive lilt of vernacular synchronization, Nothing to assume in the tone of voice, or misinterpret other than what was directly designated—melody reminiscent to a hymnful paean in tribute to some besotted oblivion. It wasn’t flexible for false impression, or the misreading of a dolt.
“I have no desire to depart this evening; I shall have the required vessel prepared and we’ll leave approximately 1700 hours. Either be there or not, it doesn’t change my course. I just hope you all can hold onto your elations and not make a mess in my lap.” Knowing that the vessel in question was one of a specialized taste and one not overly active in the UAR forces, one whose speed and manoeuvring was unmatched by any cruiser, battleship, destroyer or frigate—it was a skill unmatched and one that made her indispensable in the UAR with the faction ‘Engineers of the Void’ and the ‘Uchuu Ngahákzha’. “We have two unclaimed galaxies to move across, the Majorix XI- Sabus Alpha System and the Aeterna Hysterax. Both are hostile zones that do not welcome breaching and will act just as barbed as I shall make the interaction cutting and meaningful.” Sweeping apex of tongue to moisten the scarlet matte of opiate lips, changing spoken word to projected thoughts; bioencrypted communiqué twixt herself and Scahrossar that couldn’t be read or extracted from the multitudes of swirling crimson and plethoric mists... the ever-asphyxiating fogs.
“A pity it had come to this... this wilting and fading, but with such entropic revealing I find it no less of a surprise than other things before my eyes. Shame the fall had to occur after the pride flushed across our breasts in the medals earned and the tributes gifted, prolifically sung across the ‘verse. We shall now think of them naught but laments, the lachrymose to remind us not to be as them and faded to the black of another suffocated star. Their fall will be remembered no less, than a second of heartburn, but their skins hanging from the helms will be spoken for years to come, of shame and failure. Let us not sing those praises. I cannot comment on the ‘Celestial Liege’ himself, in private critique or debate, but if you seek his council it is wise to speak and not falter to the grand and stoic quiet -- silence makes idiots look wise, if only for a moment.” Not swaying eyes away from the grace of Scahrossar, too engrossed with her pondering to partake in the lesser virtues of simplistic pleasures.
Writhes of hair whirling within the gnarled fingers of the wind, exchange to gently whip across the Naga’s features, melodically tormenting as the daintiest whispers of Oriental chimes. In appearance only and certainly not in presence, the wan willowy bloom governed in the liquid darkness that shifted in consistency and depths, gowned, sometimes even moving like the black waters of the Sheol. Red slinky irisated silk robes draped over the chaise that once graced her form to offer a more softened appeal than the harshness of battle-born form which worked in all ways leaving little to the mind's eye. Concealing in all true manner of ineffable necrotic glyphs and necromantic sigils hidden beneath the morphed and appealing flesh—the flawless symmetry of the shapely Nefertitian décolletage, ghostly pale flesh, eyes like black immeasurable cosmos, nigritude-iridescent hair which cascaded over one bare shoulder and down beyond revealing tourniquet, all made her materialize indeed as the Deadly Siren she was, Arachnidia emerging from the shreds of a black cocoon.
In a discreet, sinister, other-worldly inflection further discourse was certain in reply to the Madame, offering her chef in such a way, aspired many a dark thought to flutter across the mind in primal appetite, of other delicacies that had not been offered, almost disappointingly. Leaning forwards again to pluck with another treat with the satirical point of fingernail... sliding the succulent exotic morsel of uncooked ginseng, swished in indigenous spices laced with minutely diced slivers of numerous Oriental fungi masticated into a paste, towards the Madame’s lips, thus intending, succinctly to halt the flow of verbiage, “There is no better way to know death than to link it with some licentious fragment of far sweeter tastes, after all food is merely a sacrifice, to consume the living. Yet I see so many objurgational in their experience of it, and not from delight, merely because they believe they have to—it’s an empty ritual an enervated banquet. The lure is visible, yet not altogether satisfying...”
Leaving the rest for no interpretation, for her bestial fleshly lusts and insatiable cannibal appetites were revealed only in their savagery and horror, and to speak of it, only brought it such a distasteful injustice. Where her lithe form had become, now swallowed by a hungry living black space, an ancient stalking of swarm and diaphanous, encircling, mass... the verges of darkness' uncoiling, while moving pale semenial white carnivorous thick tendrils stroked the biding of the sinisterly attractive barren limbs of trees, yearning for lust fetishes not sated to the presences of dancers to tempt and divert. Attuning perceptions to the praise and honeyed dialects of Chao-Xing, closing eyes behind long, thick and lustrous lashes... “Seek not to soften my verdict by flattery, it requires no appraise, no eloquence, no blandishments or appreciations... and then to me, at least, I shall not have to make false promises I have no plan on keeping.” Always the inexplicable, the fluidity of technique and scheme applied, that she doubted any there would decipher the riddles from the candour.
A dark indifference was the evening, despite the illusions of sycophancy, offers to taste the acerbic inclinations of spent fruits—and soured scraps from many a masters table, appealing less to the palate than the cherry sake after the candied liqueur... a stain of flavour that reminded Satrina of funebral berries dipped in conquest. Moving to swing diminutive from the comforts of such, company and furnishings... elegantly bringing height to the finely pointed heels in order to stand whilst blade edge sung harmoniously over the tautness of attire—head turning to gaze upon the Madame from impressionable stance, “Let’s hope my absence doesn’t echo yet another tri-thousand years... apologies for such an abrupt visit, perhaps some other time, but I must bid you adieu. Please, graciously inform Tian Mu-Bi and Kaun Zhu that I shall be having, ‘words’ with them upon return, much obliged for all your hospitality.” Emphasising ‘words’ through the velveteen seductions of dialect, graciously turning to give a refined nod respectfully towards Lao’Taun, voice reflective of a lower tone in replicate of eye contact...
“My Liege! To become successful, one must put themselves in the paths of giants; I hope you have discovered what was needed to be observed... and the outcome wasn’t unfavourable.” ... then turning lastly, offering words of parting towards Scahrossar, eyelids ascending revealing mirrors, like polished black gem stones of the grave at midnight sans, moonlight and stars, that bore straight into contact that made Scahrossar’s seem as florid flaming glass from emerald seas, “Whichever way you choose, know that the rest of the Magistrate go with you, in all honour, loyalty and glory—for whatever our future may be, our past has been and gone. Perhaps the future is more profitable to our needs, regardless, we shall make it so. I speak with especial sincerity and enthusiasm, because my own especial tastes centre on the same aspirations as they did in my youth. May such aims serve us both well!” There would be no hint in what was expressly intended nor implied, with the sophisticated twist of words and the manner in which each was uttered from the sultry nuance of visuals and decree that stroked across the acumen ever so deceptively.
Formality placed as it should be, when it should be and where it should be—offering one last action of respectful obeisance, even though profoundly some of Satrina’s words had been fully intended towards lesser congruous terms; it was merely in the natures of her ways and mannerism. Virulent the shadows streamed, adept was the adroit wrist eloquently spinning sword with an upper gyration so that the tip slid seductively downwards into the scabbard clinging against left thigh. Translucent darkness swarming over sinuous form, cloaking in rustling synthetics; motion fluid, steps soundless in the recede of departure—looking over the clients in the foyer with the petite perished blossoms draped over them like the delicate painted petals which to some seemed more to hide their shame and sadness, while others with their fawning mouths, wore their taints like the jewellery dangling around their pretty throats. Some gazed in admiration, others in fear... the perfumes a mere quiver, was savoured but not to be explored or enjoyed.
Moving with an uncanny grace in the restless moonlight, manoeuvring like some skilled purloiner, mouth decorous, a crimson orchid-flower whence perfume and whence poison rise unseen transgressed into that portrait of heartlessness. Standing between the lamplight and the moon, snow falling, resembling fragile white rose petals, and due to those cryogenic enchantments it deemed apposite. Necromant zephyr, hyalescent of fretful flowing streams in the tatters of ebony, cold calloused hands raking back the silky tresses... the warning was just as scented as the amaranthine flowers in the undercurrents of the bitter tempests. Apertures miming some ambiguous appellation, extending neural connections to the Mindhive Hyperband Relay Network, entwining communications not only with BioEncryptions but also Cellular Scanners affixed to signatures that may be attempting surveillance. Sendng out details of her location, requesting armed escort for the Celestial Illuminate, for whenever he chose to leave, they would remain outside in sentry standby regardless, and an armed hovercar ‘Silhouette XI-D’ for herself enroute for the private UAR docks.
▌BioEncrypted | Cellular Scanners [active] Message: YUGHOSHI MATERNA CHANYOSA
To: Grand Magistra Alara Lirranus. MV Harpy IV
Time of departure is 1700 hours. Please have prepared all necessary lodging for Imperial security and accommodation. All further relays are to be Bioencrypted with added Cellular Scanners; signature requests to relay are to be denied. I entrust you’ll take no further action in compliance with this mission until our arrival. I have yet to receive the appropriate clearance. So, I have to oblige you, that under the code UIC-9 [Unclassified Crew Act 9-- Unsanctioned Clearance Breach], and in compliance with magistrate procedure that you must be aware of, until such clearance is provided, you’re operating in direct violation to such codes and regulations. I am however hopeful this is rectified prior to dispatch.
I would also appreciate an escort rendezvous within the Saturnorum System, M-705/S. Requesting 4x Apophis XI-VI, should you have the additional auxiliaries on standby, armed and fully operational.
Thank you Alara for your care and consideration in regards to this matter, I entrust you will do your utmost professional best to comply with my requests.
Integrity and Sovereignty
Magistra Satrina Sheitanii ▌
Lao'Taun: It was
unfortunate, wine to bitter bile the night had barely moved in recognition of
festival. Silhouettes danced behind paper-walls and undoubtedly the evening
would bring what most considered fortune to them, distant thoughts grew far
more interesting and with that came the reluctance to remain. It was not that
he had not been served, more silent objectives laid unachievable and the more
things continued it was obvious that the workings of obscure motivations bled
into the banquet. If insult was given to reason, the assessment if
he found what he heard was favorable or not it could of been spoke either way.
Satrina's words brought dimness to hallow eyes which seemed to darken like voids
while capturing her form within the distorted gloss, only to disappear briefly
as his eyelids shut and he nodded in response. Unspoken words left
to torment within the cyclone of a turbulent mind.
The exchanges of words brought only the veil that would exist upon any in his position - gratitude. He had already praised their host and spoken what he considered to be the extend of his public words upon the issues at hand he offered only a response to the Black Orchid now, "Seventeen-hundred hours then, expect me standing at the airlock to whatever vessel you have selected for our transit." His words rose barely above a whisper but seemed to emanate from within the very vessel itself. [Swarm] Pale perfect flesh cracked like a drought plagued desert, black fluid seeping from between the cracks as they deepened. To the unfamiliar eye it would seem that rot would bring forth ash, form crumbling as flesh become unrecognizable, flaking and ablating to the floor as it seemed to shower to the floor. Rather than falling lifeless, the black fragments took life forming tiny dragonfly-like insects that swarmed like locusts still holding the rough humanoid shape that had once sat within the chair.
[Ilatarha] The tiny starfish-like creatures that had been rightfully produced prior were caught up within the twisting swarm, bounced from carapace to carapace and swatted by bleating wings which would eventually send them flinging through the air. Such gifts would no doubt be the life of the party in his absence, suction cupped appendages and aphrodisiac delivering hypodermic beak seeking a nipple or other available nub upon Sach and Madame, as was intended with their carefully flung trajectory.
Lao'Taun waited no further to make his departure, swarm separating into black streams which buzzed through the air as they slipped out through an open window and into the 'night' of the Chanyosa. The guards Satrina had arranged could take care of the hover-bike he had arrived on, because he held not the time or the interest to be beneath glow of strung lanterns. Into the darkness he disappeared, hoping although unproductive that those who attended had enjoy what would be the first of many meetings. There would still be hope for those who fell short of impression, for within the UAR there were things that were held within a much higher regard than the twist of words from lips.
The exchanges of words brought only the veil that would exist upon any in his position - gratitude. He had already praised their host and spoken what he considered to be the extend of his public words upon the issues at hand he offered only a response to the Black Orchid now, "Seventeen-hundred hours then, expect me standing at the airlock to whatever vessel you have selected for our transit." His words rose barely above a whisper but seemed to emanate from within the very vessel itself. [Swarm] Pale perfect flesh cracked like a drought plagued desert, black fluid seeping from between the cracks as they deepened. To the unfamiliar eye it would seem that rot would bring forth ash, form crumbling as flesh become unrecognizable, flaking and ablating to the floor as it seemed to shower to the floor. Rather than falling lifeless, the black fragments took life forming tiny dragonfly-like insects that swarmed like locusts still holding the rough humanoid shape that had once sat within the chair.
[Ilatarha] The tiny starfish-like creatures that had been rightfully produced prior were caught up within the twisting swarm, bounced from carapace to carapace and swatted by bleating wings which would eventually send them flinging through the air. Such gifts would no doubt be the life of the party in his absence, suction cupped appendages and aphrodisiac delivering hypodermic beak seeking a nipple or other available nub upon Sach and Madame, as was intended with their carefully flung trajectory.
Lao'Taun waited no further to make his departure, swarm separating into black streams which buzzed through the air as they slipped out through an open window and into the 'night' of the Chanyosa. The guards Satrina had arranged could take care of the hover-bike he had arrived on, because he held not the time or the interest to be beneath glow of strung lanterns. Into the darkness he disappeared, hoping although unproductive that those who attended had enjoy what would be the first of many meetings. There would still be hope for those who fell short of impression, for within the UAR there were things that were held within a much higher regard than the twist of words from lips.
OOC
Credits: Thank you to my fellow writers who
participated in this role-play. Credit to Scahrossar aka Jess, Madame Chao-Xing
aka Amber, Lao'Taun aka Drew. Thank you everyone for the beautiful and
enjoyable writing, much credit to you all and I wish you the best for your
future role-play endeavors.
