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[center] [i] “We brought the Hound for you, ma’am.” [/i] [/center]

“Thank you, Baruch.” Nyxvira said, without even the faintest hint of sincerity as she licked the greasy remains of a hash brown off of her lips. Her voice had a cold, raspy quality to it, as though she were permanently bored or had just woken up. It was cool and calm, given an element of natural authority by the regal quality of her upper-middle-class Surrey accent. 

“You’re here.” Nyxie observed dryly, as the bounty hunter strode over to her. The bold confidence with which the light elf carried herself had been earned, as was attested for by the manner in which Nyxvira’s henchmen recoiled nervously backwards from her armoured-presence, even when they outnumbered her nearly twenty-to-one. 

Was there anyone in Santa Somabra who was more fitting a bodyguard to its queen than the woman who could inspire such dread and awe from friend and foe alike? 

“Too pussy to fuck with the Hound?” The Faerie called over to a particularly shaky-looking Orc, who stood, wide-eyed and jittering, by the edge of her pool. 

“M’am..?” He croaked in confusion. 

Nyxvira rolled her heavily makeuped eyes “It's -MADAM- ! How many times do I need to tell you wankers? For Baal’raz’s sake, I’m not a yank! Do you want me to have you thrown in the bay, with concrete shoes?!” 

“N-no m’a-, I mean; No, madam.” 

“Honestly!” Nyxvira crossed her chubby arms as best she could, her enormous , pale boulder of a stomach exploding out into her lap “Such shite service, these days.” 

[i]“What can I do for you, milady?”[/i] The bounty hunter asked in her soft voice, as she knelt down by Nyxie’s sunlounger. 

“Right, down to business then, I suppose.” Nyxvira groaned, as two well-dressed bodyguards moved forwards and adjusted her seat, propping her immense bulk up so that she was now in a sort of lazy, nonchalant sitting position. 

“I’ve got a job for you, little one.” Nyxie stared down at Narcissa from behind her rhinestone shades, delicately moving a thread of red hair out of her vision.

“You hunt bounties, and I have a bounty for you to hunt. Its a lovely relationship we’ve got going.” The Faerie made a loose gesture with her hand at one of the waiters, who fled back inside the penthouse, then re-emerged some time later with a generous slice of cheesecake balanced elegantly on a silver tray. The waiter sauntered over to Nyxie, who was quick to scoff down a forkful, before sending him away. 

“So, anyway *MUNCH* I’ve *SCOFF* got a job for ya,” she repeated in-between mouthfulls of cheesecake  “There’s a Goblin who's been causing some trouble for some of the Rats skittering about *CHEW* in China *MUNCH* town.” Nyxvira let out a little belch as she swallowed her piece of cake “ Goes by the name of Gish. Some of the bottom feeders have taken a disliking to his attitude, and plan to show him who's boss. Unfortunately for them, Nyxvira Bloodbloom is boss, not Erick the uppity rodent-fucker.” 

The Faerie shifted in her seat, sending ripples through her gigantic body, which was exposed, expect for the more private bits which were which was covered by her designer bikini. 

“My people inside the Rats tell me that a cute little possy of bloodtweakers and dustsmokers are planning to smash up his shop sometime this evening. I want to buy guns from the gobo, and I find this to be inconvenient. I’ll leave the specifics up to you, but make sure they don’t harm a hair on his slimey green body.” 

Nyxie waved the bounty hunter away “That’s all. Now piss off and let me enjoy my cake in peace.”