The prospect of fucking his mistress drives Jeryn into a frenzy, and he whines in disappointment as she pushes him away, but obediently stays where he is.
Valleus shakes his head. "One: they're heretics, and deserve death. Two: They're powerful psionics. Exactly how do you propose we take them in alive?"
Hmm, I see... Sitra is cute and has a nice body. If she wasn't married I might have seduced her for fun. Amara, on the other hand... she seems competent enough, if a bit too focused on rules and discipline. Still, someone competent like her could be of use to me. Her body is nice to look at too – I would not mind playing with her... tracts of land... Perhaps I should try to meet her. Visiting her on her ship or inviting her to visit me for a private chat would be best, but might be a bit too forward considering that we've never met. Perhaps meeting her at a club might be best – get to know her before attempting to get a more private meeting... of course, I can't forget the other people I could meet with. Finding a member of Aurelios' crew and getting some info out of them is a priority, but I could also try to meet with Lysandra or Isabella and see if I can make sure they will support the Emperor's plans... Decisions, decisions. I'll think about it some more and decide later what the best course of action would be. For today I'll just relax and explore the city. Eanne decided as she kept walking, choosing to first have a look at the social district and the establishments there.The emperor returns the smile, giving her leave to go. As she heads out into the city, Eanne observes that it's seperated into multiple districts, based on class and also on function. There's a religious district filled with churches and convents, a pleasure district with brothels, clubs and arcades, a shopping district that caters to the poor and the wealthy at different points down an extended thoroughfare, a small social district with clubs for the city's elite, etc.
As she wanders the streets, a robotic servitor crawls along a wall towards her, before a mechanical arm reaches out, unoiled hinges squeaking, and hands her a data slate.
Looking through the dataslate, most of the duke's children are on their home planet, and thus out of reach, but two of them are here on the capital.
Amara:
Through her family name and genuine skill, Amara has been able to quickly rise through the ranks of the Terran Navy and become captain of her vessel. From the record, she seems to be something of a disciplinarian, but a fair one. She spends most of her time in the admiralty building, officer's clubs, or on board her ship, a small patrol frigate.
Sitra:
Unlike her sister, Sitra avoided a life of service and combat, deciding instead to marry her childhood sweetheart, causing quite a scandal since the man was several steps beneath her socially. Nonetheless, they married, and enjoyed several years together, before an accident rendered her husband comatose. She now lives her life as a socialite, absentmindedly going to the parties and events expected of her, though according to other attendees, her attendance is dutiful at best.
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After considering her options Eanne chose the building made of grey stone. Since I am already here might as well have a drink, take a look around and see who else is present – knowing which important people visit this place might be of use to me later... She decided and made her way inside.(Worth it. It was fun to read
Looking around the social district, she sees two establishments that pique her interest. One, made of red stone, reverberates with the sound of music and laughter, but is a bit down market. The inhabitants are an attractive, eclectic and diverse lot.
The other, made of grey stone, is far more elegant and classy, with little noise escaping through the few open windows. Heading in and out, she sees several important looking figures.
She's quickly allowed in by guards who verify her noble status. Inside, the club is much like she expected, clean and classy, with well dressed people talking and drinking, with an alien band playing some soft music. Looking around, she doesn't really spot anyone she recognises, though the people here are all clearly of wealth and status, except the staff. Looking around, she spots some obvious nobles, members of the Trade Guild, along with some churchmen and army officers.
Carius makes a good effort not to stare at her. "Well, good luck, in any case." He smiles encouragingly.
“Good day to you as well, miss.” Eanne returned the smile. “I am looking to relax and have a drink or two. What would you recommend? Nothing too strong, please – I am not looking to get drunk. Also, could you tell me a bit about this fine establishment? It is my first time visiting, so I am not familiar with it, I am afraid.” She inquired as she examined the busty maid.She's quickly allowed in by guards who verify her noble status. Inside, the club is much like she expected, clean and classy, with well dressed people talking and drinking, with an alien band playing some soft music. Looking around, she doesn't really spot anyone she recognises, though the people here are all clearly of wealth and status, except the staff. Looking around, she spots some obvious nobles, members of the Trade Guild, along with some churchmen and army officers.
A woman in the garb of a maid quickly approaches, bowing respectfully.
"Good day, ma'am." She smiles. "How may we serve you today?"
"I've heard some customers praising the Elaxo chardonnay, ma'am." She nods helpfully. "The planet's atmosphere slows fermentation, and makes the alcohol less potent, without reducing the flavour. As for information, I'd be delighted to tell you all you'd like to know." She leads Eanne to a table, giving a brief look to another server, who disappears behind the bar. "We're one of the capital's premier clubs, with some of the Empire's finest as our patrons. As you can see, we have space for food and drinks, spaces for our patrons to talk, and rooms upstairs where guests can rest." The server efficiently returns from behind the bar, holding the drink on a tray, and putting it on the table. The server bows and leaves, but the maid remains, seeming perfectly happy to stay until she's dismissed.
Valleus pulls the front of Vizelle's dress down, so that her breasts are exposed, licking and biting at her nipples, as his hands stop squeezing her ass, instead beginning to pull up her skirt, so that his long fingers can enter her pussy. You'll do what you're told, slut. He grunts, enraptured inlust.