(Second part of the collab, I lost track of how many people are there).


Viserys lead one team into the brothel, sauntering in with his thumbs hooked into the cloth-of-gold sash wrapped around his waist as if he owned the place. The patrons and employees all turned to look at them. The brothel had an appreciable selection of whores and the clientele ranged from common worker to obvious criminal, even a wealthy burgher or two. Viserys called for ale and food to brought to table and demanded the madame bring out a selection of women. He gestured to his team to disperse and start working the crowd.

Seran had been somewhat silent all this time, only exchanging glances with his superiors when the instructions were given. His visage became somber, a grim resemblance of his past life as mercenary. He didn't need to act much to mingle with the others, for he had been a lowlife for quite some time. Furtive glances were exchanged with the patrons and whores. Well, they were women. And they sold themselves. But to consider them objects to be lusted... well, even half-dried fruits would look succulent to those who were starving, wouldn't they? He grunted, as he made himself one with the crowds of lustful people.

He didn't see the attack coming. In a moment, his neck was seized, and the breath was strangled out of him. Juicy plump limps locked with his dry and parched mouth, robbing him of air. His eyes went wide at his "attacker".

"That's sixteen to nil." The wantom woman added, whispering. Unlike many of the whores of the brothel, this one was perhaps, one of the best flowers that the madam had to offer. Seran's cogs and wheels quickly restarted after gasping air.

Lys. A certain scrawny-looking girl who had taken to follow him like a sick puppy when he was training with mercenaries, bent on bringing retribution to his father and his sinful lusts. But that street ragamuffin had caught his eye. She was young back then, and yet her personal circumstances had forced her to take men to bed for a living. He had grown attached to her, as a second sister he had never had. He never asked for her services, and offered always a coin or two of his meager earnings whenever he had the chance. They also played games.

He had never tried to win, not even once.

"Lira". He whispered under his breath, as his hand went instictively for his pommel. Yet, that scrawny young prostitute had grown into somewhat of a comely woman, easily one of the best flowers of the impromptu brothel. "I never expected you to be here."

"Well... how about it, mister?" The prostitute named Lira raised her voice, adopting a seductive stance and pretending she did not know him. "It seems you were undecided, so I gave you a little free nudge. " She added with a wink.

Seran's nostrils flared slightly. His glance turned to Viserys as he swallowed slightly. His gaze became sharp. [i]No...no..nonono. Not this girl. Anyone but her. [/i] He thought, slightly revulsed, as heavy dark thoughts crawled in the back of his mind. He hated what he needed to do, but the mission was paramount.

"You're a feisty bitch, aren't you." Seran growled, in his most gruff vocalization as his hand gripped Lira's wrists, causing her to wince in pain. [i]Sorry. I am so sorry[/i]. He yanked her figure towards him, as his other hand reached for her rear, with a sound smack. "I oughta punish you." Seran sneered, a malevolent smile curling up. "Oh, I know, Me and my friend over there will take turns." He added, his gaze meeting now Prince Viserys. "You'll need a cart to move around when we're done with you." He added brazenly, as he produced gold, which he hurriedly handed to the madam, as his arm tugged from the courtesan towards one of the rooms upstairs, making her produce genuine winces of pain as his grip deprived her wrist of sensation.

[i]Well I hope the prince gets the cue. If we play this well, she will be our inside informant.[/i] He thought as he went on.

Viserys, no fool, downed his drink and flicked a coin at the madame before following up the stairs. He mounted the steps and followed the pair into a nearby room. He closed the door and smiled at the woman, adopting a Lysene tilt to his voice, "A lovely young woman, you don't need to be so rough with her brother. I feel she can be a good friend to us no?" 

Lira smiled, as Seran let go of her. "Oh, spare me, lord. I know this tool is pretending. He can't harm a single woman even if his life depended on it. So, who's this supposed to be? Your boss? Seran, you're quite the mercenary now..." The prostitute said, in a hoarse whisper.

All of sudden Seran flared up, his eyes cross with fury, as he eyed Lira again. "Sort of." His arms flailed violently, and in a fierce gesture, he kicked the bed, causing one hell of a ruckus. "SHUT UP, I PAID FOR HER AND SHE WILL SERVICE ME." He roared as he collapsed his weight under his bed.

Lira, a smile as wide as her ironic amusement, caught on quickly and she let an anguished yelp, before eyeing prince Viserys. "So, what do you pretty boys really want - Don't rip my dress please!" She quickly switched between tones as Seran ripped the sheets of the bed and kept ravaging it, while grunting.

Viserys chuckled, enjoying the display and took Lira's hand, urging her to sit on his lap as he poured her a cup of wine from a nearby pitcher, "You are an astute one. And Seran's friend you say? Well perhaps you can help us. I'm a Corsair, working with Captain Draxos. And we're looking for some Scorpions. I know supposedly Kurzon has thrown in with the crown, but the Mistress of Whispers hears tell that the Scorpions operate heavily in this town. We need to find one of their captain, so we can... ask him some questions. Do you think you can help us pretty one?" 

"Um...the captains are a very paranoid lot. They don't come and go frequently. Most times, it is the madam who sends one of us - Hey no what are you doing, stop you maniac!" She interjected as seran used the scabbard of the sword to break one of the legs of the bed, all while grunting. [i]Pretending to be wild in bed is tiring.[/i] he thought to himself. "Anyway, as I was saying, lord, i can't really help you with that. Some of them even only fancy men... like Goldbeard the treasurer."

Seran stopped for a second. "We can use that." He added, before continuing to rock forth and backwards in the ruins of the bed. Lira's eyes went wide with shock for the first time. "no, no way, Seran." She whispered. "Are you..."

"What's the matter bitch! Not moving anymore?" He added, yelling, and then "Seducing an old man...I could do it." A hoarse whisper accompanied.

Viserys mulled it over for a second, "I endorse the idea. Men talk easier when they're happy. Go forth and let that pirate ram your broadside Seran, that will be a sea yarn I look forward to hearing. Just make sure he gives us the information we want. And that he gives you a proper tip. Now... I believe Seran already paid for your time Lira no? I'll call down for some grapes. Seran, shut the door please." 

Seran stopped, before giving a final kick to the bed, before heading for the bed. Lira understood the sign. "You really shouldn't do it. But if you must, Goldbeard is a real hoarder. He comes to the brothel frequently to watch that the men don't spend to much in whores. You'll recognize him sitting in a corner." Lira added, sighing as she heard Viserys- "Yes, lord, my time is yours." She added, a hint of boredom and disappointment in her voice as she slipped once more in her role as courtesan.

Seran added nothing more, as he closed the door behind him and headed downstairs.

Goldbeard sat in the corner, drinking wine and peering at all of the young men of the tavern with a lustful gaze. He was an older man, his goldbeard beginning to streak with grey, but he wore all the accoutrments of a man who made a profitable living off of piracy. He had no guards with him and was most likely looking for company.

Seran eyed the scenario once more. How was he going to perform the deed? His rough pirate perhaps had taken too much attention to himself. Making it look like he was into men aswell would be infinitely more difficult. It was a metaphorical slap to the face.

Aswell as a literal one, as some of the other prostitutes slapped him hard and loud in the face, tears welling in her eyes. "Wh--what did you do to Lira, you BEAST!?" She said, her fists clenched and her teeth clenched.

"Just some rough play, wench." Seran eyed the other woman, a murder glare piercing the prostitute. "This is the problem with wenches... if it was MEN, they would not complain." He added, blurting the latter part of the sentence a bit out loud. Some drunken louts laughed. Seran secretly was praying to the lady of Lys that this hastily together act somehow worked.

Goldbeard heard the outburst and contemplated Seran, looking at him as if he were a roast beef, and drinking before tugging on a tavern wench's sleeve and sending her to him. The wench approached Seran and said, "M'lord Captain Goldbeard wishes you to join him for a drink." Goldbeard lifted up a cup and smiled an invitation. 

[i]It worked?? wow that old geezer is more desperate than I thought[/i] Seran added, before frowning at the messenger and brushing her aside, approached the table. He still had to play the rough mercenary part. "Well, a free drink is a free drink." He added, before slumping in front of the old geezer.

The pirate poured Seran a cup and raised his own in a toast, "To the king." He said with a smirk and drank, "I've never seen you here before, and I know most everyone in the port. Who are you and what brings you to our little sea town?" 

"To the king." Seran mimicked with his drink and taking a long sip. "My name is Lysario, m'lord. I am but a mercenary whose the ebbs and flows have brought to this lifestyle." He added. "Those Westerosi bastards, they made fun of me. No lands, no title, no honor. Besides he beds men. They could only see what they wanted to dismiss me, never giving me a chance. Essos was little better, with the war going on." Of course, the best lies had always a grain of truth into them, didn't they? "I was hoping to get big. I even dyed my hair to not be mocked as a fancy lily here."

Goldbeard nodded, "Those mainlander bastards, they'll always find ways to use us, west and east both. Only the islanders can look out for the islanders, I say. Dyed your hair, you must be from Lys, those purple eyes say so." The older man was already somewhat drunk, and had a twinkle in his eye, "I'm... sure you learned many things in Lys yes? Besides being a figher that is. Perhaps I have a job for one with your... talents." 

"You want me to poison someone, yes?" Seran replied. He didn't need to make this excessively easy, or else he risked to be discovered. His gaze met that of a pirate as he chugged more of his drink.

"I had in mind something sweeter, I couldn't help but overhear your outburst earlier. You ah, enjoy the company of men?" The old man seemed very eager, anxious to be with a young, strapping man like Seran. 

Seran slowly lowered his cup, his sight narrowing. Now it was the decisive moment. His voice became a harsh whisper. "And...what if I do."

Goldbeard licked his lips nervously, "Well, I'd be open to ah compensatin' you for your services, if you'd join me in my room." 

"Hmm, I won't accept money. Wouldn't make me any better than those harlots over there." Seran added, somberly, struggling to make a viable desire. "However, men in this life need contacts, and comrades. And something tells me you're very up...perhaps you're the boss of this place." He lied. Of course there was no way this tool was the boss, but he needed to appeal to his arrogance while drunk. "But if you take care of my...back...so to speak" He said, reaching with a hand to rub the old man's hand. "And don't let me wither in a battlefield, I will watch your back."

Goldbeard fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. He chuckled, "You're a smart young man, you'll go far. I uh know lots of important people. I can take you far. Perhaps you'll even meet some of the Lords. Follow me." Goldbeard took Seran upstairs to a moderately well decorated room.

Seran's teeth clenched underneath his mouth, as he took the last sip of the wine. No, he wasn't smart. He had not achieved his objective of making him spilling the guts about the Pirate King, and there was no way someone like him would keep his promise on the morrow. He could not afford the risk, or it would take a very long time. And thus he acted.

His arms gripped around the old man's neck, his elbows firmly locked in a choking grip. Restricting the blood flow from the old fool's horny mind. He was bound to lose consciousness quickly. Seran whispered. "Well, I -did- say I liked it rough."

The old pirate choked, surprised, and wildly flailed around, trying to grasp his dagger free of the hilt and stabbing it at the other man, kicking and struggling the whole time. He attempted to cry out, desperately trying to cut Seran with the blade.

Seran grunted, as the blade lacerated the flesh of his arm, but he kept exerting the pressure. "Come on, sleep, you old fool." He whispered in annoyance, as he eyed the room searching for materials to make a gag and ropes.

The man eventually weakened, dropping his dagger and falling to the floor in a heap, letting out a sigh. Nearby several silken cloths and leather straps no doubt meant for erotic play were arrayed on a table. Seran eyed the implements with reticence before picking up several pieces and firmly gagging and tying the man up before he recovered from the choking stance. "He cut me. Tsk." He added as an afterthought.

Sighing, he went to knock on the room where Viserys still was, his voice whispered. "I've failed to get the meaningful information. But i managed him to drop his guard enough to seize him easily, boss" He whispered, not daring to call him a prince in these circumstances.

Viserys opened the door, a cloth covering his immodesties and little else and a grin forming on his face before it turned to a scowl. Behind him on a cushioned couch, Lira wrapped sheets around her own form. Viserys looked at Seran and urged him inside, "Gods damnit Seran. You were supposed to make him talk. Not knock him out and tie him up. What the hell happened?" 

"He promised me great things, but he wanted the deed done first. No chance of him spilling anything. He was also rather inebriated. And I don't think he would've remembered the promise in the morning...prince." He added, in a whisper."He could still talk... as a prisoner."

Viserys mulled it over for a few moments, "Alright. Goldbeard's men are going to come looking for him. But not for a while. We need to get him back to the ship. Visenya was going to meet us back here after she was finished. Go wait down there and send word when she arrives. We'll work on a distraction and sneak him out in the chaos." 

Viserys examined Goldbeard. The old man would be out for a while. He turned to Seran, "Go ahead and wait for Visenya. And close the door."