Felicia does just that, taking Eanne's hand and leading her up the stairs, the distance between them enough that Eanne has a good view of the other woman's ass swaying. Eanne looks around, but notices nothing out of the ordinary as they head upstairs. Perhaps the more isolated space upstairs makes staying unnoticed too difficult, or perhaps Eanne's watcher just lost interest when he realised that she's just going for some fun with one of the staff. Eanne and Felicia enter a room identical to the one Eanne saw in the vision, Felicia moving and sitting on the spacious bed.
"Ooh, Hersillia..." He moans as she begins to titfuck him. "That feels really good... I'll have to make you feel the same way some time."
"We can worry about that some other time," she replies, moving her tits more firmly and throwing in the occasional lick of his crown when it pops out of her cleavage, "For now... relax. Enjoy. And let go whenever and wherever you want."
Seeing no trace of any more unwanted observers Eanne stored the incident in the back of her mind for later and instead enjoyed the view of Felicia's swaying ass. Once they were alone in the room Eanne took a look around and nodded in approval. “Very nice... I'm glad to see that my guess about this place was correct...” She made it sound as if she had been guessing earlier about the kind of service the club offered instead of knowing – just in case. “Very nice indeed.” She added as she focused her gaze on the busty maid sitting on the bed. “Tell me, how private and how secure is this room?” Eanne inquired as she sat down on the soft bed, right next to Felicia, and put her hand on the maid's knee, but did not go further just yet.
"Thank you, your highness." Elena bowed again and left. Her plan was simple, but it required a large amount of time to implement. First, she would observe the brothels and their workers. Once she was sure about plans of the days, she would kidnap a few off-duty workers, without arising suspicion. She then would put them into a brainwashing machine, but leave their original personalities, only adding a few tweaks - like loyalty to high-echelons of her order. The programing, the kidnapped people would not be aware of. Nothing would change in their behaviour. Then she would return them, making sure that entire actions was undetected. Then she would repeat with another batch of workers, and then again. Once she had a sufficient number of agents inside, she would pay the Madam a visit.
“Well...” She clinked her glass with Calca as she took a other gulp and began to speak. “Truth be told...I didn’t actually join the Terrans because of humans. Before first contact, our observation post revealed these tiny mammal creatures on four legs. “Puppies” they called them...so when I came to the Terrans and found out that even though humans worship them they AREN’T the dominant species...I was heartbroken. But maybe one day we’ll be able to uplift the species into an empire of it’s own. Who knows.” She swallowed her drink again. “What we know about humans has come a long way since then. Overall, I think there’s worse civilizations and places to be. It’s entirely possible this site we’re heading into may be one of them.”
It took every ounce of strength that Yannika had to keep from embracing him when he sat down next her her. Her eyes traveled over every square millimeter of his face, and she couldn't keep a happy smile from hers. His concern for her caused a swell of joy within her, he's genuinely concerned, she thought and was glad. "Your concern is duly noted and most welcome Your Highness." She wanted to reach out and stroke his hand, but settled for tilting her head in acknowledgement instead. "However as you describe it, it sounds to me that the people killed the bishop because he was corrupt. While I cannot condone their actions I believe their motivations to be pure, should the allegations prove true. They say they're loyal subjects of yours, and that they desire to live in peace then my presence shouldn't incite them to violence." Yannika paused before she continued, "But perhaps, out of an abundance of caution, you might see fit to grant an escort?" A truly selfish part of her wished he'd volunteer himself, but knew that was improper and she'd almost certainly decline it herself if he offered. Despite her just now trying to allay his fears she would never put him in a situation where harm could possibly come to him.
"I'm still not convinced that you'll have an easy time of it, but I'll follow your lead on this." Valleus nods, as a small green and blue planet becomes visible out of the viewport, in the distance.
At her words, he begins to thrust his length between her breasts. It doesn't take long before the young ruler lets out a moan, and his cock erupts, seed spurting out to cover Hersillia's chin and the top of her breasts. "S-Sorry about that." He sighs as he recovers, in disbelief at what happened.
Felicia smirks. "With the kind of clientele we get here? It's completely secure. Soundproofed, with an electronic jammer embedded in each wall to make sure that recording is impossible." She turns to face Eanne, leaning in slightly. "We take our patrons' privacy seriously. No one will know what goes on here, except you."
"No need to apologize when you've been given permission," Hersilia replies before licking up what excess of his seed remains on his dick and then starting to scoop up the cum that is on her chin with a forefinger, giving him a nice look at how she sucks it off the digit. She then does the same for most of the mess on her breasts, letting him see the mouthful she holds before swallowing like it was the finest wine despite it not being so. She stands up, stuffing her tits back in her dress before taking a moment to dab at what remained on them with a cloth handkerchief. "How do you feel now?" she asks.
Heading out into the city, Elena quickly finds several of Dubernay's establishments, but focuses on the largest, a classy brothel named the Blue Room. Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 52 (Pass)/SPOILER] Waiting and observing for several days, Elena has trouble pinning down many workers. They tend to keep odd hours, and Elena's attempts at surveillance are often interrupted by barkers looking to recruit her for the area's many brothels. Finally, though, she's able to isolate one of the Blue Room's girls, though only one, a beauty who keeps a regular schedule, heading in to work the same time every night, finishing her shift and heading to a bar where she's a regular, and walking back to her apartment in the morning, like clockwork. There's a few places along the woman's route that could work for a snatch, but her route is entirely within the red light district, which is highly populated and tightly packed. There's also the issue of how Elena actually plans to render the woman.
"Heh, I've heard of those creatures. I didn't know you had a prediliction for cute little creatures like them." She chuckles. Outside, in the darkness of space, Vivian can see the massive structure of the ancient warp gate, as the Borealis prepares to make a jump through it. "The initial exploration team we sent to the site never reported back, so it's safe to say that it won't be a picnic."
"Mmh. But of course ma~s~ter, your loyal slave will do her best to get another reward." Vizelle cooed, teasing the inquisitor to keep his guard down. And as the planet became visible, she bows, "I will take my leave for the moment, do expect good news." After that, she heads to her disciples to discuss their plan as they land.
Spoiler: Awareness Roll D100: 66 (Pass) Looking at his face, Yannika gets the feeling that he actually is considering offering to join her, but he ignores the urge. "Of course, I'll give you some of my finest guardsmen as an escort." There's a strange intensity in the air, the way she looks at him having provoked a similar response on his part, but Carius soldiers on. "A diplomatic solution would be best, but if you need military or inquisition help, it'll be available to you."
Heading to the room she occupied, she finds the disciples waiting for her, Jeryn in particular looking jealous enough that she doesn't even have to try to spot it.
"Now, now. No need for that." She cooed, spotting Jeryn's expression. "As I said, do a good job, and you'll get much more. And if the twins do decide to join us, I'll leave the sister's training to you." Vizelle added, before looking at Rikkert, "And with the information we have on the brother, I'll leave his combat training to you... after I give him some incentives of his own." She then sits down beside Verner, "As for you, my sweet boy. You'll be tasked with guarding the surrounding. Those cultists might plan on retaking the book after all. Can you do that for me?" Her tone then changes into a soft, motherly one as she spoke to her youngest disciple.
Jeryn perks up, the thought of his reward jolting him out of his jealous haze, at least for now. Rikkert gives a curt nod, as Verner smiles and utters a soft "Yes, mistress."
Yannika nodded, "Thank you Your Majesty, that is most kind." She rose to her feet before she concluded, "As much as I would appreciate remaining in the capital for a while longer to reacquaint myself, I feel I would serve you better if I make haste on my task." She curtsied and asked "By your leave your highness?"
