After washing up – and after some light groping, but nothing more than that – the pair left the bath. Eanne made Miriam help her with a few more things: get her dry, brush her hair, and then help her get dressed. Finally, when the noblewoman was fully dressed and ready, she turned to face the maid. “Thank you, Miriam, that is is all I require of you right now, so you can go and have some rest. And if you ever have any problems, questions or concerns, don't hesitate to talk to me about them – it's the least I can do for my favorite maid.” She told her with a warm smile before letting her go. Once alone Eanne checked the time, then called Penelope over to check how preparations for dinner were going – and to let her know about Miriam's new duties – then relaxed and waited for Sitra's arrival, wondering what dinner would bring...
Miriam beams at her mistress's praise, assuring Eanne that she will. Contacting Penelope, the older maid chuckles at the news about Miriam, before taking Eanne through the plans. "We're fully prepared, either for an elegant, full out event, or a more laid back evening, depending on your preference." Sitra arrives a little early, in a surprisingly uncharacteristic outfit. "I-uh... Last time we danced, I sweated up my dress." She explains, embarrassed. "I thought I'd wear this, in case you wanted to dance after dinner, but now I think I made a mistake. People were staring at me the whole way here." The white haired girl blushes.
Eanne pulled Sitra into a hug, their large breasts pressing together, and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. “You look great – I'm sure that's the main reason people were staring... and yes, I'd love to dance some more tonight, if you're up for it. But first, what sort of dinner event would you like? Something laid back, to help you relax, or something a bit more official?” She almost added “like a date” at the end, but decided not to embarrass her friend just yet.
"T-Thanks..." The kiss and the feeling of breast against breast do nothing to alleviate Sitra's blush. "Laid back sounds amazing, right now." She smiles.
“Alright, just a moment...” Calling Penelope over Eanne told her to prepare a more laid back evening, then turned back to Sitra. “Now then, how about we chat for a bit before dinner? There's something I need to ask you.”
"I'm always happy to talk with you!" She grins and follows, as Penelope signals that things are getting ready.
Eanne waited they were both seated before speaking. “Well, let's get the main issue out of the way first. I've been rather busy over the last month due to... well, I'm sure you know what happened, the failed attempt to assassinate the Emperor was all over the news. I was thinking of taking a break and going back home to Samodiva, to check how things are going there, since some pirates were causing trouble earlier. On one hand I want to invite you to come along and visit Samodiva; on the other I don't want to put you in unnecessary danger. So it's up to you to decide. Would you like to accompany me and visit Samodiva? I promise I will do my best to keep you safe, and it might be a nice little adventure for you...” She looked at Sitra and waited for her answer.
"Of course I'd like to come with you!" She smiles and squeezes Eanne's hand. "Things would be so boring here without you. Besides, father's planning aggressive expansion against a rival, so I'd just be locked in my room behind an army of guards, otherwise."
“Wonderful!” Eanne let out a breath she had not realized she had been holding. “I'll be happy to have you, Sitra!” She gave her guest a bright and happy smile, and squeezed her hand back. “With that out of the way, tell me how you have been. What have you been doing for the past month? Hopefully something more fun than a ton of paperwork...”
"Well, I've been practicing my dance, a little, and working on my sculpting. I've been working down a lead on that treasure trove, as well." She chatters excitedly.
“Sounds more fun than paperwork, that's for sure... No more shopping with Amara?” Eanne smirked as she recalled the messages from the last time Sitra had gone shopping with her sister.
It wasn't fear that gripped him, but rather uncertainty; without his precognition he felt blind, or deaf, or both. He had absolute confidence in the Eternal Warriors' ability to defend themselves, but he questioned the usefulness of the men on the other fork of the staircase. Mother Selene was the only one in their group capable of closing the gate, without her any effort was futile. Pressing on ahead would mean ordering the other group back to hold the gate with the Warriors they left behind. Doubling back would take time and there was no guarantee that the environment wouldn't simply shift again to make things harder still. Vladimir wished he knew how this would end up. His first action was to check on Mother Selene, his second was to open his comm to the other group. "Fall back to the gate and hold it with the others. We'll press on ahead." He then continued the climb.
"Well, I've been practicing my dance, a little, and working on my sculpting. I've been working down a lead on that treasure trove, as well." She chatters excited "U-Uhmm, no." She blushes brightly. "That one set was enough for me... I can't believe I got that drunk." She sighs.
Checking on Selene, he sees that she's luckily fine, having been far from the gap when the stairs began to move. Though hesitant to leave their commander, the main group signals back confirmation of his orders, and head back to the gate. It's then that the enemy arrives, a horde of lesser demons and corrupted humans, seeking to finish off the small holdout party of humans. Spoiler: Vladimir Attack Roll D100: 78+15 (Land combat)=93 Spoiler: Demon Attack Roll D100: 56+15 (Ambush)=71 Vladimir grins as he sees his enemy's arrogant expressions turn to fear, as they realise that their advantages of surprise and home territory mean nothing. As the eternal warriors open up a wall of fire with high calibre weapons, Vladimir advances almost on instinct, slicing his way through innumerable demon scum. Covered in viscera, he fights his way up to the gates of the building Selene indicated. After positioning eternal warriors to return fire if the demons are waiting inside with guns, he smashes through, huge iron doors slamming against the walls. Inside, he sees a throne room. Upon the throne, a confident smirk on his face, is the demon lord. "Oh, how wonderful!" He chuckles mirthlessly. "You made it up here to join us." At the demon's feet, he sees women, specifically human women, as beautiful as they are scantily clad. Vladimir goes to ignore them, but he finds his eyes lingering on one, and not just out of lust. Something about her seems familiar to Vladimir, too familiar. More than that, when he sees her, something makes him feel pleasant...warm...even safe. "How nice of my new slave to bring himself to me." Vladimir is distracted from any sort of remembrance as he hears a giggle, and turns to see the demon lord's 'sister', perched next to the throne, the virginal colours of her outfit seeming almost like a parody on her extremely lust provoking body. "Enough!" A deep, rough voice demands. "Must you fools always act like this? There is no honor in toying with our prey, it's unbefitting of greater demons. A human he may be, but we should treat our enemies with respect, before we end them. Our master told us to take this world, he said nothing of torturing the inhabitants." Looking at the source of the voice, Vladimir tracks it to an immense figure at the foot of the dais, looking at the lord and his sister with ire. With a start, Vladimir realises that what he's looking at is a twisted reflection of himself, the very thing eternal warriors were originally created to fight: A hell knight... Once a human being of immense martial ability, hell knights are captured by greater war demons and turned by infernal magic into warriors par excellence, their speed, strength, stamina and combat intelligence unmatched. Only through immense genetic modification was humanity able to create an counter to hell knights, and even then, few eternal warriors can match the skills gifted by dark magic. Selene moves to Vladimir's side, subtly pointing at a black heart engraved into the throne, right above the demon lord's head. "I need to reach that, to close the gate." She whispers.
One Year Later: Demetrious Farside, lord of the galactic Cold Moon syndicate, lets out a weary chuckle as he enters his office. "The bitch did it." He grunts, idly walking his way to slump down at his desk. "She really did it..." He listens to the sounds of violence outside, to the army of Vizelle the Black, as it ravages its way through the Cold Moon's most secure fortress. "If only I'd had a bitch like that working for me..." He eases the cigar out of his mouth, taking a swig of hard liqour. In the halls of his palace, he knows that his lieutenants are falling, the loyal ones massacred, while the rest are being converted, either made into slaves by the witch's magic, or seduced by her servants. A beeping sounds, and Demetrious' terminal informs him that the inner sanctum has fallen to the witch's troops. So, he realises, soon his daughter will end up being used as a plaything for his enemy, her mind warped until she wants nothing more. Bang, the kingpin hears outside, followed by many others, followed soon after by movement at the door to his office. From the thumping on the wood, and the screams on the other side, Demetrious realises that his surviving bodyguards are trying to get in, trying to seek some haven from the unstoppable enemy. Demetrious doesn't lift a finger to help. Even if he didn't have a bullet in his side stopping him from moving, what good would a safe haven be? The enemy will be here any second anyway. Bullets and plasma rounds slam through the door, taking the lives of the bodyguards on the other side, and proving his point. "Well, I guess it's time." The crime boss grins. "I might be going out, but I'm going out on my own terms. Not some fucking brainwashed slave." Opening a drawer, he pulls out his prized object. "Good luck brainwashing me, when my brains are blown all over that wall." As Demetrious Farside puts the massive handgun under his chin, he chuckles. You might have won the war, but this victory is mine. I die free... After a final swig of his drink, he pulls the trigger. ...Or at least, he tries to. With a start, Demetrious realises that he's still in his office, still holding the gun - still alive... He tries to pull the trigger, but his finger won't move, as though it's frozen solid. "No, no no! Please, no! Let me die!" Frantically, he reaches for the blade sheathed at his ankle, but as the metal sings free, he finds he just can't move it any further. Now now... The crime boss hears a voice in his head, silky and seductive beyond anything he's ever experienced. Why would you be trying to do that? You have work to do, after all. Working for me... Looking up, Demetrious sees what is at once the most beautiful and terrifying thing he's ever seen in his life... His new mistress... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Vizelle chuckles, as the once mighty lord of the Cold Moon is on his hands and knees, worshipping her feet with his tongue. As he works, her disciples enter the room, giving their reports, but she hardly needs to hear them to know the truth. With the fall of Farside, the Cold Moon belongs to Vizelle. Added to the planets given to her by the emperor for faithful service, Vizelle's criminal organisation has grown to a truly galactic scale, billions of credits flowing into her coffers every year. Though she has yet to grow as powerful as Varrick, Mary has been quite illuminating in her experiences with ancient humans, giving Vizelle hope that she'll soon have an answer for that, too. The galaxy is mine... Vizelle grins to herself. All I've got to do is take it... Ending: Queen of Crime
(Sorry for missing your post) "You have no idea..." Carius breathes, chuckling. "You're something else, priestess..."
Eanne chuckled. “It's alright, we all make mistakes... still, you looked really sexy in that outfit, so at least something good came out of that incident.” She reassured Sitra while enjoying the widow's blush.
“Because it was.” Eanne replied honestly. “You are quite sexy normally, but that outfit certainly helped... emphasize things and make you even sexier.” She gave Sitra a reassuring look and a smile. “If you are too embarrassed to wear it in front of other people, then you can wear it only when we are alone – there will be no reason to be embarrassed then...” And I will quite enjoy the view...
