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    "You will be respectable, Syhera," her mother circled her, fussing over the simple outfit, shaking her head in distaste. "You look poor, we can't afford to look poor. He has to believe we have money to form this agreement. If he catches the faintest whiff of our books being any less than perfect, we stand no chance."

    "But are books are perfect," the younger Biqaj countered, turning before the mirror and leaning close to apply the rouge lipstick in careful precision. She rubbed her lips together, handing the makeup back to her mother, who stared at her with silver eyes in the mirror. Syhera's own were golden, with fleck of green. They seemed to glow in the dim room.

    "Will you hand me my earrings, mother?" She held out her hand, waiting until the gold jewelry was placed in her hand. "This will help our appearance. I will distract him from the rest." In truth, Syhera sounded more confident than she felt, and she turned to Gwynthea with flourish of her hand, "Well?"

    "Beautiful," The older woman smiled softly, going to kiss her daughter on the cheek, "Just like we talked about, yes?"

    "Of course." The Andaris galla and winery was filled with so much extravagance, the golden eyed woman could feel it washing over like a warm blanket. The lighting was soothing, and she walked with as much confidence as someone who attended regularly, "Excuse me. I'm looking for a man known as Brice Jervois. Has he arrived yet?" She gave a soft smile, tucking the paperwork she held under her arm. Somewhere a harp played softly, and the room smelled of spices and berries.

    The man looked over a list in front of him, shaking his head, "I'm afraid not, ma'am. I'm sure he will be here soon. Can I show you to a table?"

    "That would be lovely, thank you."

    She was lead to a table made of dark wood, with two empty wineglasses waiting expectantly for use. A cloth napkin was folded elegantly and as she slid into her seat, she began to organize the papers she had brought, 'Last season's expenses, expected income, inventory,' Syhera reviewed the numbers, committing them to heart before nodding to herself, satisfied. When she looked up, she found herself feeling more at ease, trying not to show her impatience at the tardiness of her date, but relaxed all the same.

    Within earshot was another table that had yet to be occupied and Hera scanned the audience, wondering who would be placed there. She leaned back, fiddling with the buckle that kept her coat securely in place, and looked up to see a man approaching her table.

    She smiled.
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The dating game. Father’s favorite game, in which Peake was the doll he controlled. It wasn’t a surprise, as the moment he was born he was already tied to the strings, his father the puppeteer that commanded his life in one way or the other. These days, Peake didn’t obey as much as he did in the past, growing more independent by the day. However, there was the one string Peake couldn’t just cut, the blood that bound them together being something he could never dispose of. And so, every now and then, his father pulled that string and forced Peake to dance in a certain way. That way was, of course, dating. Being the oldest son, the one grown to assume to position as Baron and the one with most accomplishments on his back because of this, Peake was forced to play coy and try to find a woman. Peake found women, indeed – whores in brothels, drunkards in taverns, and those he basically blackmailed to sleep with him. Sex was never a problem for him, and it apparently never would be.

However, this was a different kind of dating. His father wanted a grandchild so that he could pass the title, something Peake did not want. Peake already had a son, a bastard thrown who knows where, doing who knows what. It had been disposed of, as the mother wasn’t worthy enough to take Peake’s bed. Of course, his father never remembered that. He didn’t remember the hole that decision tore within Peake, pretending as if it had never happened. That didn’t mean Peake had the strength to spit in his father’s face, to slap him and remind him that he would never marry just to spite him. Instead, he went to these dates his father set up every once in a while, be it with noblewomen or businesswomen he approved of. Wrapped in his decorative armor, a tuxedo made in steel with many elaborate details, which complimented his title of Steward within the Moseke Knights of the Iron Hand. Another title into the brew used to lure women, in truth. The black cloak behind him, fluttering in the air and shouting out the Andaris brand that was the color black. It was as pretentious as it got, and while the women didn’t take long to fall in his bed, doing so in these dates was fatal.

Staring at his victim of the night, Peake approached with his stiff features towards the redhead, which despite being pretty and quite attractive, was still the enemy. Without bothering to even reply to her smile, Peake moved on the opposite side of her table, drug the chair loudly and dropped himself down on it. “Look, woman.” He begun, his tone bored and somewhat frustrated. “I know you’re expecting to end up in my bed tonight, and I know you’ve even bothered to wash yourself between the legs, but it’s not going to happen. I’m going to tell you why: because I’m not interested. Alright? I’ve heard awful things about you and the pigs of your Duchy. Not the men, but the actual pig. You disgust me, and the only reason my father bothered to set this date is because he wanted to play a jest on me. You know what the joke would be? That you’re going to stop being a pig-fucker, and instead become a Peake Fucker.” Peake laughed sarcastically, just to prove the gist of the lie he was weaving.

His strategy consisted of scaring the females in one way or the other. To humiliate them until they left him alone, breaking any chance of endearment and thus frustrating his father when he caught news that the girl he wanted his son to marry ceased contact. Only a genius like Peake could be so elaborate, for he had a talent in scaring people away. “You’re a pretty woman, I’ll give you that. If it wasn’t for this rumor that goes around Andaris about you and pigs, I would surely fall in love with you, and we’d have babies and all that shite. Alas, you prefer pigs over men, so I’ll have to politely deny you.” Peake nodded, and shifting his attention from the female, he raised an armored arm and whistled towards the servant, which made its way towards him with haste. This was, after all, his family’s building, being the place in which he came often to eat for free.


He wasn’t greedy nor he hoarded money, but a free meal is something that gave him deep pleasure. “Alright, so I’ll have the stuffed pork – no offense, lady – with a side of---“ Before he could finish, the servant interrupted him. “…Uhm, Lord Peake, your date is waiting. Your father demanded that we made sure you didn’t try to escape again. Would you please excuse yourself and accompany me to your table?” Peake blinked, confused. Only then he looked around the room and found the one table with only one occupant, a dark haired female whose face screamed disdain with such intensity it could make Peake’s eyes bleed. Glancing back towards the redhead, with far more attention now, capturing the details of her features, her posture, her clothing and her make-up, and an expression of sudden horror washed over his own features. Moments of shame were rare in him, and so the effect was bigger now that he got a taste of it. Standing up, staring down at the redhead, he returned the chair onto its proper place before bowing deeply and departing without a word. So much was his shame that even his mouth was shut for once.

“Please, excuse the trouble, Miss. We’re not allowed to serve Lord Andaris alcohol, so Lord Andaris tends to be more vocal.” The servant bowed as well, mostly to apologize his patron, before he too spun on his heels and left in the same direction as Peake himself, surely heading there to introduce the blind date, remove cloaks, sit the nobleman, and then curse his name in private.
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  • The man that approached her was clad in ornate armor, enormous in size, and didn't even get her a chance to speak before he tried to exert his power over her. "Listen, woman,"

    'Oh, I'm listening,' Hera thought, trying to fight the smirk that was tugging at the corner of her lips. She knew he was not her intended date. Brice Jervois was a portly man in his fifties, heavy set and with a belly that was contained only by the tucked in shirts he liked to wear. This man, at least a foot taller than her and with a thick black beard, stood over her, his shadow cast over the entirety of the table. When he claimed that she no doubt wanted to bed him, and had washed herself for him, Syhera couldn't stop her eyes from widening in surprise. 'How bold.'

    She "hmm'd" in feigned agreement, not wanting him to stop this little rant. She found it terribly amusing, even with all the attention it was attracting, a number of patrons turning their head at the mention of a "pig fucker". Reaching upwards to play with the gold earring dangling from her lobe, she leaned forward, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, enthralled. Who was this rumored pig fucker? Hera did enjoy a ripe piece of gossip. She openly grinned now, eyes only briefly flickering around the establishment to see if she could find who was the culprit.

    Her attention snapped back to Peake as he mentioned her pretty looks, dismissing her and sliding in the chair opposite of her. She had to say nothing, and was a little disappointed that she couldn't have broken the news of identity to the man himself. A servant tentatively told him, and seeing the large man, dressed so finely and horrified, nearly made her laugh out loud. Remembering her manners, Hera winked at him when he rushed to stand up, and watched him bow deeply, pleased as peaches. When he was turned to leave, the young Biqaj woman wiggled her fingers in a wave.

    "Have fun," she whispered under her breath, spotting the woman he was supposed to have given the speech to. The brunette was livid, humiliated. 'And so they suit each other now.' In perfect time, Hera turned her eyes from the lord and his date to see her future business partner (hopefully) walking into the room. He handed his coat to one of the knights that had accompanied him, lingering at the doorway. Talking to a servant, they pointed in her direction and Hera motioned him over.

    When he closed the distance, the redhead stood to meet him, opening her arms to embrace the man in a light hug. "Brice Jervois, it's good to see you."

    "And you as well. My, my, aren't you lovely," The large man accepted the embrace and lifted her hand to kiss, "I'm terribly embarrassed by my tardiness. I'm not too late, am I?"

    "Oh," Hera said, making sure to say the next part clearly for any ears that might be listening, "Don't be. I was having fun." She scooted into her own seat, and straightened her papers. Waving over a servant to take their order, Brice ordered a bottle of red, and a steak. In return, she ordered some bread, not quite as interested in the food. Or the price of the food, more specifically. Clearing her throat, Syhera leaned forward and attempted to start matters.

    "So, Brice," the red head began, "How is bus-"

    "You'll forgive me again, won't you?" Brice shifted his weight, his belly pressing against the table as he reached to pour her a glass of wine, "Business should never be discussed without a nice glass, don't you agree?"

    "Of course," She didn't agree, but understood the dance. He was exerting power. Ordering the wine, pouring it, evading her beginnings. She faked a smile, "How thoughtful," and when she noticed just how much wine was filling her glass, she watched it carefully, "And generous." They toasted and she began to drink, the sweet mixture tingling her tongue and leaving a mild tart after taste. It was delicious, but Syhera didn't want it. Still, she nodded politely when they began their small talk, commenting on simple things. Unimportant things.

    Hera was not one to appreciate dancing around affairs, especially those involving money, and found herself less interested than she should have been. When Brice's attention was diverted, her eyes wandered to the Lord and his Lady. She smirked, amused by the thought of their date, and watched for a moment. She took a drink of her glass and when her own date stopped talking, decided it was time to take action, "My, my, how beautiful."

    Syhera set down her drink, spotting a number of large stone rings on the merchant's fingers and reached out, taking his fattened hand in her own. It seemed to surprise Brice, but he did not pull away, instead leaning forward, "Business must be well for you, my friend. I do enjoy jewelry, and it's just the thing to sell in the shop. If you come across any shipments you'd be willing to part with, I would love to set something up. For a price, of course." Not wanting to lose the attention, Syhera looked him the eye and smiled, reaching for the buttons of her coat, "I'm also in the market," she began, undoing the buttons and sliding it off to reveal a lovely blouse. A very low cut blouse. She ran her hand along her collarbone, "I'm looking for a necklace. Otherwise, I'm quite bare, don't you think?"

    The Biqaj pretended not to notice the eyes that trailed to her chest, playing coy and taking another sip of her wine. Brice nodded, clearing his throat and seemed to pull himself out from his thoughts, "Yes, of course. I'll see what comes up," then, spotting her glass, he held the bottle up to pour some more. It was barely under half full. He was too eager, "Let me top that off for you. I don't want you getting thirsty." He grinned, but Syhera stared at the red liquid pouring from the bottle.

    A spark of anger, well hidden flared within her. He was trying to get her drunk. To take advantage of their deal? To try and take advantage of her? Was he even taking her seriously? Silently furious, she settled in her seat and mulled over the idea. She found herself looking away again, to distract herself. Her glance fell on the only other person to interact with her tonight, but soon the servant arrived with the food and she looked away.

    Picking at the bread, she ate a few bites for the tolerance it would provide and noticed her date's eyes travel to two things - her chest and her glass. When he began eating his steak like a savage, she needed a break, "So sorry, darling. I need to freshen up. Enjoy your meal, I'll be back in just a moment."

    "Ah! Yes. Should I send someone to escort you? The washroom is just in that hallway over there, if you turn right."

    "I'm sure I can find it, you're too kind." Syhera slid out of her seat and began moving past the table, rubbing her date on the shoulder affectionately as she went. When she reached the door leading to the hallway, she glanced over her shoulder and surveyed the room. When she saw Brice was distracted with his steak, she veered left.
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Peake was in so much shame that he quickly lost control of the situation. Dating was a game of power and strategy, everyone should know that. Dating a woman was not as simply as going out and doing things together, or at least it wasn’t in his case. Everyone wanted a piece of him, mostly because of the nobility titles that came along with the successful marriage that is expected after a while. Furthermore, Peake was attractive, and his career and reputation was only increasing. He was the direct heir to the Barony, which due to his increasing power also meant it wouldn’t be too much until he got that title – especially if he was married and he spawned a child. For that reason, he was perhaps the most wanted man in the Kingdom – or at least that is what he believed. Following the servant, he arrived at his table, in which the brunette waited with her dead eyes. “Please, excuse the wait, Madam Gojira. Lord Peake Maxos Andaris, Steward of the Moseke Knights, Proud Warrior of the Iron Hand, Son of Benji and Mary Andaris, oldest son and thus immediate heir to the Barony of Andaris City. My Lord here present was caught up in a nasty affair, having brought down a criminal enterprise this very morning, which is why he was delayed.”

The servant and his lies were proof of how much of a bribe he had received from Benji, Peake’s father. He would do anything just to excuse Peake’s behavior to once and for all satisfy Baron Benji Andaris. The servant moved behind Peake and started to remove the giant’s black cloak, color of House Andaris, revealing the elegant armor the man wore. Peake grunted, that being his greeting towards the brunette. “My Lord, here is Madam Gojira Gorgona Godmounter, prominent businesswoman of Andaris City… Well, I believe the Madam here needs no introduction, as her reputation spreads throughout the Kingdom like wildfire. If you would please sit, my Lord, we shall serve you. Madam Godmounter has ordered already, and so have you, so please sit and get to know each other.” The servant sat Peake down before he left, leaving Peake and his date alone. Unfortunately. Peake’s speech did not come, still ashamed by his previous encounter with the redhead, and he somewhat forgot the rant he had prepared to scare the woman away. She took control immediately by meeting his eyes.

Gojira Gorgona Godmounter was indeed a much respected woman. Fifty arcs old, she was as old as Peake’s father, yet she was far more successful. In fact, her business empire was one of his father’s main sources of profit. Unbeknownst to Peake, his father had been working Gojira into meeting his son for an entire Arc, knowing that this woman would never, ever let Peake get away with his games. Peake and his father Benji played the dating game for three arcs now. At first, the dates were innocent ladies, cute and with a big heart, which Peake took no longer than half a break to shatter forever. Alas, his father began playing the game, searching for tougher and tougher females, the ones that Peake couldn’t just scare away. His last date had taken literally seven breaks to be finished, Peake barely managing to scare that last woman away, and now his chances were even lower. Gojira, despite her age, was rather well maintained, at least face-wise. Her body was small, and extremely thin, perhaps because she smoked so much. Her eyes were drilling through Peake’s skull.

“You’re late. I won’t tolerate any excuses.” Peake didn’t even bother to hide his disgust for the female, mostly because of the high quantity of perfume she wore. Even more, the damn plate armor was snuffing him. People didn’t know just how uncomfortable they were for sitting or eating. They oppressed his chest and his belly. They were fitted, yes, but they were designed for parading around like a cock instead of sitting in fancy establishments to have dinner. Gojira’s eyes didn’t move from Peake, in the couple of bits that took for their meals to be brought. It was so tense and awkward that even Peake felt uncomfortable. He was losing. When their dishes were served, the smell of her perfume mixed with the otherwise delicious fragrance of the dinner, creating some sort of toxic cloud. Peake, in attempt of scaring the female away, exaggerated a very, very loud single cough, which was more than enough to bring half of the establishment’s eyes towards them. Gojira did not seem to mind. Gojira, having been raised literally in a barn and having eaten questionable things with her bare hands, did not budge. Peake looked down at his plate and began eating swiftly, no matters whatsoever.

“I am a Gold Digger. I work in the Andaris underground, looking for gold deposits and building sewers with the carved tunnels. Any comments?” Gojira was surprisingly plain, so much that Peake felt a bit lost. In an attempt to regain control over the female, Peake brought forward his harshest comment. “So you work with shite. Is that why you wear two kegs of perfume?” Gojira, having started working in the gold digging industry when she was 9 arcs old, having worked with shite since she was just a child to eventually build her own business empire that brought in hundreds of onyx nels per arc, did not budge. “Yes.” At last, she looked down and began eating, perfect moment for Peake to try to search for an escape of this situation. Looking sideways towards the redhead he had met before, her date had apparently arrived, another old man whom was already lusting for the woman in front of him. He would do anything to be with her rather than the monster that stood on the other side of his table. Gojira was still distracted, and so Peake felt the perfect opportunity to release some of the oppression in his chest.

Shifting in his seat, resting his weight on one of the butt cheeks, he cleared this throat very loudly to cover up the flatulence that escaped him, warm and smelly that, thankfully, was silent enough to be disguised. Again, the hall’s eyes turned towards their table. Peake himself was shameless, and he hoped Gojira was affected by public gossiping. Gojira, having once been trapped under 10 feet of rocks, left without tools, food or water for 3 trials, having to forge a pickaxe composed of her excrement mixed with sand and her urine, and having to dig herself out of that mess on her own, did not budge. Peake discreetly waved a hand, hoping to push the smell somewhere else, unintentionally caused an outbreak of commotion in the nearby tables, cough spreading like a virus. Many eyes looked towards him, to which he discreetly nodded towards Gojira, directing the attention towards her. Gojira, having once entered a clogged sewer, submersed in the city’s waste for three bits until she destroyed the clogged mess of questionable origins with her own feet, and having done it all without gagging even once, did not budge.

“I’m not interested in you.”
Peake said at last, hoping to break down the news to the woman in hopes of ruining her evening. “I am not interested in you neither.” She said, which made Peake frown. What were they doing here, then? However, he quickly felt something on his leg, her own feet running up his own leg, to eventually press on his crotch said something completely different. It was… very violent. Her eyes fixed on Peake once again, making him feel victim of sexual assault for the first time in his life. “However, I have been told by your father of your reputation as a stud. For that reason, I am going to break down this evening for you with a very simplistic guideline. First, you finish your dinner. Second, you take me to your home. Third, you will remove that armor, afterwards placing your lips on my loins, pleasing me for a duration ranging from ten to twenty bits until I orgasm.” Peake’s jaw dropped, for the first time in his life being completely scared of what he was hearing. “Afterwards, I will tie your limbs to a bedpost, where you will remain for the remainder of the evening, satisfying me for approximately fifteen to twenty bits at a time, with a four bit break in between in which I shall apply cold to your genitalia before proceeding.”

Peake was speechless. This woman wouldn’t be daunted, nor would she desist. She came here for a reason, and that reason was him. No words would convince her otherwise. “B-but I…” Peake tried to speak. Gojira, having been married seven times in the last four years, having given seven heart attacks to her seven husbands by forcing them to ingest aphrodisiacs, literally having killed seven men by mounting them to death, did not budge. “Then, after I am satisfied for the evening and or days that follow, I will tell your father that you and I laid together and that I felt an orgasm so intense it could only be qualified as a byproduct of the sentiment known as love, I will offer your father the equivalent of two to three thousand golden nel, quantity already discussed with your father with which an arranged marriage shall take place. I will not hear any complaints, nor negotiate these terms. Any attempts of dissuading me from my decision will result in a gag being applied to your mouth the moment we reach your home and the removal of any sort of rest between our sessions of intercourse.” Gojira spoke so plainly it was clear she had no soul whatsoever.

Peake was terrified. His father had basically discussed the price to which he would be sold to this sexual deviant that would ride him like a dog. Never had he imagined he would be the one to be forced to marry, that someone would pay his father for Peake’s hand. Underestimating his father had been a mistake, a very big mistake that now manifested in Peake in the form of a cold sweat. He needed to drink, as soon as possible. “N-no…” He tried to complaint, but no words came to his mouth. He was in shock, the woman’s words and ploy being equivalent to blunt force trauma for the man’s mind. Gojira, having once been abducted by three men, all with nefarious purposes that involved the constant rape of the female, all three of the men eventually trying to escape the woman due to her vice, having to report her to the Iron Hand and face trial in attempts of locking the female away only to be imprisoned, fined and later executed themselves, did not budge. Peake could do nothing anymore, nothing but run away, even if he didn’t claim that free meal he wanted. Whatever he had eaten, he needed to puke now. Standing up and calling for the servant with a yell, he glanced down towards Gojira, whom ate as if nothing happened.

The servant brought Peake the black cloak, placing it on the man’s back where it belong, the hall watching him tremble in fear as he did. Gojira spoke again. “Rest assured, Peake Maxos Andaris, that I know the location of your home, and that I will very soon visit you with even more lustful wishes due to your attempts of playing coy and giving a woman a harder chase, which according to my understanding of female psychology only serves as a sexual stimulant you shall witness in the next days.” Gojira, having been dating for over forty arcs, being rumored to have laid with one of the Original Eight and afterwards having absorbed their power for herself, had not budged in the entire evening. She was clearly the winner of this round. Peake left in a hurry.

Once outside, he took more than just a moment to pant, to try and calm his breathing as if he had just woken from a nightmare. Unfortunately, he was still in it, and he knew it. It took him more than a couple of bits to find some calm, to reassure himself that nothing would happen and that he would be safe from that monster with no soul that was Gojira, and eventually he ran down the stairs in hopes of getting some fresh air. It was then when he met the sight of the redhead from the beginning of the evening, and after a moment of doubt, he decided to approach her. Anything to distract himself, anything. “...Woman. I’m sorry for what I said.”
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  • She didn't know where she was going, but moved down the hall with purpose. Halfway, she began to pace once or twice, turning then turning again. 'What am I to do?' Hera was in a tricky situation, and stopped abruptly and raised her fingers to pinch the bridge of her nose. Denying him and offending him were two sides of the same coin, and she needed Brice's favor. She needed his business, both for shipments for the shop and leads for navigation jobs. He knew everything that happened at port. Making an enemy of him would be a grave mistake and a deep sigh rushed from her lungs. She needed to create an illusion that she had power herself, that she was worth doing business with other than the perks of a pretty face.

    'I could sleep with him,' The Biqaj made a small face of distaste and chewed her lip, searching for a solution. Money was something to wave around, but it was a risky maneuver. She reached for the tiny coin purse that hung from her hip and untied it, touching the gold inside. It wasn't much. She looked at it forlornly, trying to cleanse her mind of the dark images that had plagued her since entertaining her last thought. Hera cursed under her breath. Why did her mother always entrust her with these things? With the wooing and the talk?

    When footsteps played behind her, she tensed, turning around and was surprised to find the lord approaching. He seemed equally shocked at finding her and his hesitation to approach her made her relax. She let her date slip from her mind and leaned back against the wall behind her, smiling.

    "Woman. I'm sorry for what I said,"

    Syhera laughed softly, retying her coin purse to her waist, "A fine apology, Lord, but I think I liked the bow better," she reached out a hand, hoping to introduce herself properly, "Syhera Ki'hadi," As the last syllables left her mouth, her voice grew distant as an idea slithered into her mind. She snapped back to attention and let her eyes run along the fine armor the man wore. "So, tell me, how's your date going with the rumored pig aficionado?" A wink followed by a shrug, "You're here, so I assume it's not going as planned? Don't know why. You were so charming with me."

    The red head smiled demurely, shifting her weight against the wall and watched Peake. The space was empty but decorated, the sounds of chatter and the ring of glasses clinking together and silverware being used resonated softly, "Or do you just come to this hallway often?"
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The female was, obviously, offended. Not a big surprise for Peake, a man apparently built with four left feet, two cocks, and an oversized mouth. This once, he swallowed his oversized ego, needing two gulps to choke it down entirely, taking a hold of the offered hand and bowing with his noble motions. Maintaining eye contact, he softly kissed the palm of her hand. He did not realize he was frowning. “Peake Maxos Andaris. Apologies once again, wo—my ladyship.” Obviously more cautious with his words, now that he had met the woman that plagued his nightmares, a woman named Gojira, name that could inspire endless theatrical plays. Releasing her from his grip, he looked around him with his constantly displeased face, which could state just how friendless he felt. “That pig-fucker tale you heard is something I made up. I thought you were my date. Now I can only dream that you were…” It made him uncomfortable to think about Gojira, imagining her bare body, full of wrinkles, so thin all her bones were visible… “Ugh…” Shaking his head, he focused on the female’s features to clear his mind.

Now that he had the chance to inspect her from up close and with relatively present privacy, Syhera was far more attractive than he had initially believed. “I could ask you the same thing, woman.” That initial politeness had gone off somewhere, maybe like his libido was gone until Gojira’s words were cleansed from his mind. “Is that old corpse not treating you as you expected? Does he smell like a cemetery as much as he looks?” Peake laughed at his own words, the laughter escaping the depths of his throat, sounding much deeper than his tenor voice did. “I wish I had your luck, woman. You could snap your fingers and make that corpse come to you in an instant. I, on the other hand, would need to burn the entire Kingdom to get rid of that… psychopath. Trust me when I say this: even if I told her what I unintentionally told you, she wouldn’t have budged.” Instead of looking around, his pause was invested in watching her from his height, head slightly crooked as he imposed his presence over to her. Women loved power, and Peake given shape. At least that was what he saw in the mirror.

However, Peake did not question Syhera’s reasons for dating a man almost twice her age, despite having somewhat suggested that with his words. Nobody really cared – power meant getting one’s hands dirty. “You’re really pretty. I wish I had you on the other side of a table. Oh well…” Peake moved, starting to fidget with his cloak, trying to remove it as best as his armor allowed it. It wasn’t very restrictive, and contrary to popular belief, he could do many things in an armor. He knew, because he had done them. As for the full catalog of available actions, he needed to visit the depths of the museum of alcohol, in which fond and loathed memories alike waited to be recalled. At last, he removed his cloak, a black cloak made of a gorgeous silk, which he hurled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Despite the motions, he remained in his position, facing the female, glancing every once in a while, keeping his eyes on either her features or her form at all times. He wasn’t very subtle as to his interest over her.

“Are you going back?”
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  • Hera couldn't help but laugh at Peake's comment about Brice, despite it all, "He's a nice man," she worded her thoughts carefully, "And we have mutual interests, is all." The red head listened with full attention about the lord's date. She thought to ask the woman's name but decided against it. There were other ways to find out. He stood there, looming over her, but she refused to shuffle about. She stayed put, nodding politely.

    "Sounds like quite the dilemma," she said once he was finished, looking at the direction they came from, "You're right. I am lucky, so I will be going back. Perhaps I'll send some luck your way. Sounds like you need it, for such a foe," Syhera was feigning her confidence in the matter, but the delivery was strong. She noticed his eyes travelling and he was an Andaris. Both of those things made her nervous, yet she watched him just the same, "I'll see you at dinner," she pushed herself off the wall, stepping close to the armored man and dipped behind him to walk away.

    She only made it a few steps the servant who had covered for Peake came scurrying in their direction, relief and anxiety written on his face. He looked past her, to his lord, but when he came to her side, Hera struck out, grabbing a fistful of his collar and spinning him towards her. Caught off guard, the servant was like a dog who had forgotten he was on a leash and ran. The poor boy jerked backwards, barely catching himself when Hera leaned close to look in his eyes, "You wouldn't happen to have a pen, would you?"

    She released him, and began to straighten his clothes, fixing the collar she had snatched and brushing imaginary dust from his shoulders. The servant looked behind him at Peake and fumbled with his words once or twice before producing a fountain pen from his pocket. "H-here you are, m-miss."

    "Lovely." Hera plucked it from his fingers, "Sorry about that. I see you're in a hurry, so I won't keep you," She pulled some coins from her purse and pressed it into the man's hand, leaning to whisper in his ear. Her voice was soft, and her lips brushed against his ear once or twice, for a special effect.

    Her soft whispering finally faded, "Just say yes," she finished, a bit louder and continued down the hall. She glanced at the two before she turned the corner, wondering if Peake would indeed return to his date. She felt bad for leaving the poor servant with him, but very little. When she emerged back into the dining room, she beamed at her date when he looked up from his partially eaten meal.

    "Darling, you won't guess who I ran into."

    "Hmm?" Brice continued to chew a piece of meat and slopped some of the juice from his place from a piece of bread. When he swallowed, he wiped his mouth with a napkin and raised his eyes, "Who?"

    "Lord Peake. He came and apologized.. Oh! I forgot you hadn't arrived yet." A pit of nervousness filled her stomach as she weaved her plot, "He mistook me for his date earlier this evening. Anyway, we were talking about our evening," Hera glanced at the old woman who looked like furious stone, "I told him how nice you were, and... I... I forgot her name." Syhera laughed nervously, as if she had forgotten an important detail. She snapped her fingers, pretending to struggle it's recall, "Was it...A... No, that's not right. Darling, do you know that woman's name? In the blue dress? See?"

    Brice turned to the other business woman and nodded, "Yes, that is Gojira. Quite a successful business woman, owns a very prosperous mining business, I believe. Started with nothing. Has quite a reputation for herself."

    "Really?" Hera's surprise was true. Gojira. She had heard that name before, and stared at the woman again, more ideas swirling in her now blue eyes, "The Lord told me the date wasn't going well. I think she was sour about his tardiness."

    "Not everyone is as forgiving as you are, dear. I was a very lucky man. I'd hate to offend someone so beautiful."

    'Or as smart,' Hera wanted to add, but continued, "Yes, I thought I overheard the servant saying the lord had to help with a robbery or something? No.. it was a criminal enterprise." Then, doing as best she could, which likely wasn't very convincing, Hera gasped, "Darling! You don't think it was anything at the docks, do you? Something could have happened while you were on your way here?"

    Brice chewed another piece of his steak and seemed to be mulling over the idea. Worry seemed to set into his brow, and his jaw tensed, "Surely not..."

    Hera grew serious, "If anyone knew you were away... do you think they would..."

    Just then the servant she had whispered to tried to walk past the table, but Hera called him over, "Excuse me," she said, acting as if she had never talked to him. She hadn't told him what she would ask, only that he was to say yes, "The crime that happened earlier... was it at the docks?"

    The boy shifted his feet, surprised by the question and a bit confused, "Uh, yes, ma'am." They both knew nothing had happened, but she waved him away and shot a concerned expression towards Brice. He looked to be tormented with wanting to rush away and stay put.

    Hera grabbed his hand with desperation, "You have to go. Don't worry about this. Your shipments are just as important, I promise."

    Brice began nodding furiously, eyes darting across the table as his secrets and concerns ran a muck in his mind. He lifted a hand and snapped his fingers sharply. The knights that had accompanied him began to rush over, one holding his coat. An order to bring the horses; that they needed to get to the port as soon as possible. The old merchant dropped some gold on the table and Hera jumped to her feet. She reached up to kiss him on the cheek and as he started to rush away, "Oh, darling, you forgot!"

    He turned and stepped back towards the table, Hera materializing one of the papers she had brought and a pen, "You still need to sign."

    Had the date gone as planned, she was going to show him the numbers, explain the business plan, answer questions, giving him an honest chance to decline, but he had ignored her. Tried to take advantage of her. Shame she was now sending him on a wild goose chase. The pressure was heavy, and he had only a second to make a decision. Brice looked to the knights then to the pretty woman holding a contract. Denying her now, in front of everyone like this... The merchant was backed in a corner. He grabbed the ballpoint and rushed his signature at the bottom, and ran off. Hera let her eyes run along the signature and smugly settled back into her chair.

    Elegant and proud of her maneuver, Syhera took a deep drink of her wine, seeing the money on the table. He had paid and not had a chance to relish over the fact. He no doubt would have, had things gone differently. It was a useless display now. The Biqaj continued to drink as she admired the ink drying, and rolled up her papers. One problem solved, now another.

    After finishing her glass, she plucked a piece of bread free and popped it in her mouth. Then she collected herself, slipped her coat back on and began walking to the table where Gojira sat. "May I?" Hera did not wait for permission, grabbing the back of a chair and pulling it beside the table, joining it. The charming smiles and playful banter she usually displayed suddenly vanished from her face and she stared back at the old crow with a cold, calculating expression. "Don't mind me."
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Unlike Syhera, Peake was no hero. Returning to his date was suicide, as that is what the local authorities would say in his autopsy. Nobody would believe he was killed by a cardiac arrest due to the prolonged libido with which Gojira would please her insatiable carnal needs. Nobody would believe that Peake, the whorehouse stallion, would ever die due to practicing what he did best. Following the female as she moved past him and not bothering to think about her any further, salve the brief fantasies about her naked body or the details of her undergarments, his cautious eyes caught a glimpse of the servant, of name unknown, which was clearly heading his way. Peake could already imagine the servant’s will, to drag him back onto the date he certainly did not plan on finishing, so instead of waiting around, Peake quickly began walking away when Syhera captured the servant’s attention. Being a hero would be his downfall, his journey being finished between the legs of that old businesswoman, and so he became a coward that quickly made its way thought the various hallways before he reached the main gates.

Of course, as soon as Peake arrived, three guards and a servant stood in his way, shields and spears ready to stop the male. “Lord Andaris, you may not pass.” The servant spoke, a bit nervous to having to take all this trouble in order to stop Peake. Baron Benji had made sure to cover all the exits with his subordinates, apparently, which only instilled rage in the troubled Peake. His father had really played him. “Yes, I may pass. This is my house, so get out of my way!” Peake stepped forward, truly believing the spears that pointed towards him would be holstered, something he mistook as one of the ends almost nicked him in the eye. Furious, Peake’s arm came forward to slap the end of the spear away. “How fucking dare you point your puny weapons at me!? I’ll hang every last one of you cunts!” The guards doubted, yet they looked for the servant’s eyes. The servant merely nodded, before the guards simply dropped their spears, instead raising their shields and forming an improvised wall before the wide open gates.

“Lord Andaris, please! Your father forbid us from letting you leave unless your date leaves first or you leave with it. Missus Gojira is a lovely lady with whom---“Peake didn’t want to listen to it, and instead charged forward in attempts of making his way out through force, something that the guards did not allow him as they combined their forces to keep the male away. “Lord Andaris!” The servant from before came rushing down the stairs, sweat already running down his forehead. The servant in charge of the guards yelled back towards his other partner in crime. “Go upstairs and entertain Missus Gojira until we convince Lord Andaris! Go, quick!” The second servant obeyed, and quickly back up the stairs, returning to the dining area. The servant in charge of avoiding Peake’s desertion went behind the mountain of a man, wrapping his hands around his waist and trying to pull him away from the wall of shields he was pressing against. “Let… go! Lord Andaris… please!” Peake was a strong man, but being pushed back by three men and pulled by another from behind was too much for him to deal with. At last, he gave up.

“Damn it, you can’t do this to me!”
Peake shook off the servant behind him, panting lightly as he looked around. The kitchen had a door that lead to the alley, which despite being a dead end, still held an entrance to the sewers from which Peake could escape. “Lord Andaris, there is no hope. We’re guarding all the exits – all of them. Your father was adamant on the matter: you only leave if Gojira leaves with you. Please, return to your table.” Peake, man of pride and man of questionable honor, was trapped. Forced into a marriage he did not want, tricked and played by his father in a way he had never imagined before. The game had quickly turned against Peake, perhaps due to his recklessness and arrogance. He was completely defeated. Because of this, Peake didn’t even bother to say anything else before he turned around and began making his way up the stairs, a parade of shame no matter how glorious he looked in his ceremonial armor. On his way up, he was encountered by a rushing crowd composed of Knights and their client, the old fart which the female previously encountered had greeted. “Lord Peake, thank you very much for your duty! I am in your debt!” The man spoke without halting, rushing down towards whatever destination he had set.

Peake blinked, yet he kept walking. Another surprise for the evening. Today, he had discovered that he was to get married to a nymphomaniac, that he would have to spend the rest of his days fearing getting aroused, that whenever his lust manifested on his body it would be Gojira the one to drain him. He also discovered that his father had played the dating game so well that Peake had no way to defend himself. Being thanked for spending the day locked in his cottage, alternating between napping and masturbating was just another surprise that was added to this day. Returning to the dining hall, as pale as the snow, Peake glanced towards the table of the monster, of Gojira, perhaps the only woman in this world that terrified him. Surprise came when his eyes met the slender yet sensual frame of the redhead sitting on that very table, wondering as to what was she doing sitting on such a dangerous location. It was then when it hit him.

The solution, the golden move that would save him. Like a sudden fire, the idea burned inside his head, bright as the sun and just as intense. Peake was a genius, indeed, as he rose a hand to his head in order to gently rub it, as if petting a dog that had been indeed a good boy. The more he thought about it, the more perfect it seemed. Benji would tear the world in half in rage, once he was defeated as badly as Peake planned to do. He couldn’t help but to giggle, quickly shaking his head as instead he began walking firmly and proudly towards his table. Gojira’s eyes were set on him, on his bearded grin, features that only made her lust him even further. Peake was no longer afraid, once again taking control of the situation like he took control of his women – by the throat. Reaching his table, he shamelessly approached Syhera from behind, leaning forward and giving her a quick and unannounced kiss on the cheek. “Glad you could make it. I’m going to announce it.” Peake wanted to laugh, to cackle manically, but he wouldn’t. He needed all his focus in this moment.

Taking a hold of his glass of water, as that was the only thing he was served this evening, and a small spoon, he banged the glass as he looked around. “May I have your attention, ladies and gentlemen? I have an announcement to make.” The eyes once again laid on him, the diverse dishes and cutleries halting their motions as the attention was indeed granted to Peake. “Thank you.” Leaving both glass and spoon on the table, he glanced towards Syhera with a confident smirk, winking discreetly towards her. Turning to face the public with his glorious presence, Peake began his speech. “Some of you may know me already, and some of you may have heard the rumors that spawned from my actions. For those of you that do not know me nor the rumors, I am Peake Maxos Andaris, son of Benji and Mary Andaris. However that may be, I wanted to take this chance to explain to you something that has happened very recently in my life. Something significant, you may say. I never believed it would happen to me, but alas, who could?” Peake laughed softly, with that disdain proper of the nobility.

“Truth is, I have met a woman… I lie. It is not a woman. It is the woman. That very special someone that simply makes you shiver whenever their imagine runs through your head, the one you long for in the coldest of nights. Some of you are sitting today with that special person. I know, because I see that shine in your eyes. I have that shine too, despite trying to hide it for the longest time. No more, I say. Because, whenever I see her, my heart turns inside my chest, and that is perhaps the sweetest sensation in the world. Whenever I look at… her…” Peake slowly turned, slightly amused and obviously in a good mood, towards Syhera. “… I feel that I go weak at the knees. I’ll never say that to my superiors, though. What good is a Steward with weak knees?” Once again, that posh laughter escaped him, spawning some laughter in the room. “Well, it’s true. Whenever I meet her eyes I feel weak, unworthy of her. Her hair, red as the blood that rushes through my veins, only reassures me of what I feel.” Peake made a pause, offering a dubious shy smile towards Syhera, which caused various ‘aww’ to spawn in the female public. “So yes, I love this woman, and just like you lot, I want to have that shimmer in my eyes whenever I look at the diamond of my life. I would like to announce that I, Peake Maxos, of the Noble House of Andaris, plan on marrying this woman next cycle, and that due to our love, we shall begin negotiations between our families to make this dream a reality as soon as possible. Thank you for your attention.” The refined customers of the gala began clapping, Peake offering a small bow before he took Syhera’s hand and planted a kiss on it, sitting on his chair and slowly turning his head towards Gojira.


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  • Hera had a sweet little rumor. She planned to test its validity, and was planning its delivery when her acquantaince came walking back into the room. When she turned to look at him, his demeanor had changed. He strutted around like a cock, and immediately, Hera's walls went up. What was he so happy about suddenly? She hadn't even delivered her trick yet when he came to sit down, he had the smuggest expression in the world. Leaning down, the man kissed her cheek and his beard pressed against her face.

    Glad you could make it...?

    Hera showed no emotion on her face, but her stomach dropped lower in dread. When he called the attention of the room, she wanted to hide. And so began the event that altered her life. Peake Maxos Andaris proceeded with his own plan, claiming an engagement.

    'Don't you dare, you son of a-'

    He singled her out with a point of his finger, and Hera lifted a hand to wave to the room, smiling and pretending to be embarrassed. She knew the rules. There was no denying a noble engagement, so she looked to Gojira, interested in the older woman's expression. She was promptly met with eyes that wanted to skin her. Hera tried to laugh, but the sound came up short.

    She reached for Peake's armor, "Sweetheart, why don't you sit down? You're embarrassing me." Her whisper was ignored and the crowd ate it up. He gave some spiel about her making his knees go weak, there was some laughter, and Hera tried to assess the situation. Everyone would be talking about this. 'Think of this rationally,' she ordered herself. He was doing this to get out of his date. He found her attractive, an unsettling detail, but not all together terrible. They could live this lie, and she would think of a plan. Her mother could denounce this, couldn't she?

    But would she?

    The money alone... Would Hera's mother deny it? And if she did... what would this man do to her? Hera needed to act fact and waited impatiently for Peake to finish. When he sat back down, she grabbed his hand and squeezed it, "You," she began, trying to act composed, and took a deep breath, "are too much." She grinned, and looked at Gojira, "Isn't he just... something?"

    When the room settled down and returned to their business, Hera scooted her chair back, "Give me just one second," And she stood, walking very calmly to her old table and grabbing the wine glass. She lifted it to her lips, downed it, and then grabbed the remainder of Brice's glass and took it with her. Her stomach was warm and she sat back down with her fiance and the old nympho, "I had no idea you had that planned. So romantic. You know, now that the news is out there, I hope you don't mind if I leave? All the excitement has wore me out. If you'll excuse me. Lovely meeting you, Gojira," The two hadn't even passed introductions, "Shame we couldn't talk more. Have a great night."

    She wanted to get away. The anger she felt was minimal, but she was nervous. She felt weak, a combination from drinking the alcohol so fast and not having had a proper meal. If she could get out of the building fast enough, maybe she could get away? Think about things? She could use this news as leverage for her shop, and she needed to find out what Peake was thinking, but...

    All in due time.

    As she was bee lining towards the door, one of the servants stopped her, "Excuse me mis- madam. Do you have anyone to escort you home?"

    Was he serious right now?

    "Move."

    "It's just not safe for a woman to walk home alone, and-"

    "And it's safe with whom? Please move."

    He stepped aside with some reluctance, but Hera feared it was too late. When the cool night air ran across her hot face, she groaned. Not at all lady like, only one word fell from her mouth, "Fuck."
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Syhera Ki’hadi


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Skills:
  • Tactics: 5
  • Observation: 3
  • Acting: 3
  • Rhetoric: 3
  • Etiquette: 3
  • Business Management: 2
  • Seduction: 2
  • Politics: 2
  • Storytelling: 2
  • Persuasion: 2
  • Disguise: 1
  • Bribery: 1
  • Negotiation: 1

Knowledge

Basic Knowledge:
  • Location: Andaris Gala & Winery
  • Marriage in Rynmere: A Business Transaction
  • Brice Jervois: Wealthy Merchant
  • Peake Maxos Andaris: Nobleman
  • Peake Maxos Andaris: Steward Knight
  • Peake Maxos Andaris: Son of Benji and Mary Andaris
  • Peake Maxos Andaris: Fiancé
  • Gojira: Rumoured Pig Fucker
  • Gojira: Successful Businesswoman
  • Gojira: Owns a Mining Business
  • Gojira: Enemy

Specialized Knowledge:
  • Etiquette: Never refuse a noble engagement
  • Seduction: The benefits of jewelry
  • Brice Jervois: Probably a pervert
  • Acting: How to feign surprise
  • Business Management: Sometimes "management" involves seduction

Loot & Consequences

Congratulations! As a result of this thread:
  • You’re now engaged to Peake Andaris. May you have many beautiful and equally devious children together.
  • You’ve made enemies of Gojira Gorgona Godmounter.
  • Brice Jervois is now a business partner for your mother’s business.
  • Please deduct -3 gn from your ledger for bribing the servant.


Note: Due to the public nature of this engagement and Peake’s noble status, word of the engagement will only take several days to spread throughout Andaris, especially with the notice posted in the Rynmere Gazette.

Comments

Wow! This thread was jam-packed with fantastic dialogue and really enjoyable character interactions. There were so many twists and turns, and you both had me on the edge of my seat.

Syhera is such a fun woman to read about. You do a wonderful job of characterizing her political savvy and consciousness of proper etiquette, while still managing to weave in the struggle that goes on behind the mask she wears. I can't wait to see how she deals with this unexpected engagement!

Please note that I've gone ahead and updated the tag to "Mature" due to the content related to Ms. Godmounter. I look forward to seeing the two of you write together more in future!


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Skills:
  • Tactics: 4
  • Observation: 4
  • Intimidation: 3
  • Rhetoric: 3
  • Politics: 3
  • Storytelling: 2
  • Etiquette: 2
  • Negotiation: 1
  • Seduction: 1
  • Unarmed Combat: 1
  • Acting: 1

Knowledge

Basic Knowledge:
  • Location: Andaris Gala & Winery
  • Marriage in Rynmere: A Business Transaction
  • Gojira Gorgona Godmounter: Prominent Businesswoman
  • Gojira Gorgona Godmounter: Gold Digger in Andaris’ Underground
  • Gojira Gorgona Godmounter: Nymphomaniac
  • Gojira Gorgona Godmounter: Enemy
  • Syhera Ki’hadi: Fiancée

Specialized Knowledge:
  • Marriage in Rynmere: Nobles must have heirs
  • Benji Andaris: Willing to do anything for a grandson
  • Gojira Gorgona Godmounter: Knows where you live
  • Gojira Gorgona Godmounter: Probably a psychopath
  • Dating: A game of power and strategy
  • Seduction: Women love men with power
  • Storytelling: How to tell an outrageous lie

Loot & Consequences

Congratulations! As a result of this thread:
  • You’re now engaged to Syhera Ki’hadi. May you have many beautiful and equally devious children together.
  • You’ve made enemies of Gojira Gorgona Godmounter.


Note: Due to the public nature of this engagement and Peake’s noble status, word of the engagement will only take several days to spread throughout Andaris, especially with the notice posted in the Rynmere Gazette.

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Wow! This thread was jam-packed with fantastic dialogue and really enjoyable character interactions. There were so many twists and turns, and you both had me on the edge of my seat.

Oh, Peake. What a guy! Your descriptions of Gojira had me laughing. I was also really impressed with the way you wrote about the politics of dating & marriage, and how you displayed Peake's weaknesses. As a side note, the unarmed combat point was for trying (and failing) to fight your way out of the gala.

Please note that I've gone ahead and updated the tag to "Mature" due to the content related to Ms. Godmounter. I look forward to seeing the two of you write together more in future!


If you feel I've missed any skills or knowledge, or if you have any questions about your review, please don't hesitate to send me a quick PM. Thank you!

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