[center][h2]Descending into the Heart of Sins with Mie, Elque, Mirt, and Anyon[/h2][/center]

[@Rune_Alchemist][@Seirei No Hai][@BrokenPromise]

Despite Mirts protests concerning advancement of the plan without consent or aid from Elques master, logical protests from the fox girl did indeed paint a stronger picture. If their deeds here were caught by the wrong people and brought to lite it would look poorly on the Master of their house to be among the associated, especially due to the racial distrust of Demis amongst humans. Still it would mean another hand to snoop around if they could get past the guards. 
A glance at their seductive forms in the revealing clothing favored by the Hostesses of the Darkened Honey establishment, the Elder Monk was certain there would be no problems. None but a true master of their emotions would fail to be ensorcelled by the bare flesh on display. The outfits consisted of a simple low-cut blouse with an immodest cut down the center to better display the feminine qualities of the wearer while the skirt was equally short to match. Truth be told it left very little to the imagination, long enough to cover the subject but short enough to keep customer interest.

Not for the first time, Mirt had to avoid glancing in their direction when they spoke. A virtuous man he may be but a man no less.

Elque had protested against the immodest clothing and it had been Mie who had ultimately convinced the other Demi that it was for the good of everyone if they approached as a number of serving women, the Chaperone, and a new contender for the arena lurking somewhere below the cheap districts housing. The location of which left much to the imagination in terms of visual impressiveness.

The group arrived on the heels of other serving girls hired on from the Darkened Honey, some of which recognized Mirt and flagged him over with a wave. With the group of nearly a dozen servers and the cart of goods they made quick progress down the uneven cobblestone streets, their destination was a plethora of wooden stalls and carts arranged in a maze of vendors loudly hawking their prices and wares to the other citizens, eyes wary for a sale or to swipe the hand from a thief. 
Many eyed the groups cargo with more than a passing interest.

Three men armed with shortswords on their belt met them at a cluster of homes nestled in a tight circle a stones throw from where the vendors shouted their cheap wares and met the group with the usual stern gaze. A few words passed between Mirt and the nearest Guard before two of them walked over and inspected the contents brought with them, more than once they passed a lewd leer at any number of the serving girls. Almost all of them gave a giggle and a wink, playful enough, but little else to entice further stares. 

The leader of the three 'guards', if they could be called that as they stood around in leathers and dirty wool clothes, addressed the gathered crowd of familiar and unfamiliar faces alike. [color=f7976a]"Listen up. Boss is in a mood so you keep your heads down, trays moving, customers paying, and food running. Those of you hired on today as servers know the rules; No hitting the clients, no wandering from the kitchens, and nobody slacks on the clock."[/color] His gaze fell to Mirt and the only woman there not wearing a short skirt, Anyon. Whom by comparison showed almost no skin at all beyond her face and bare hands. Unaccustomed to the outlandish garb, the ringleader turned to look at Mirt, hooking his thumb in Anyons direction. [color=f7976a]"Whats her business."[/color]

[color=0072bc]"I've heard there is money to be won in feats of skill,"[/color] The words 'pit fighter' were so ugly, [color=0072bc]"So I have brought my greatest disciple. Doubtful any will challenge the girl."[/color] His matter-of-fact tone only brought a grin to the other mans face, the other two behind him shared a chuckle.

[color=f7976a]"Friend, you best get a lady like her in a skirt before she gets real hurt. Bel- Er, the Bosses boys don't go easy on anyone once the contests begin. Soft little lady like that won't last 5 seconds against me, nevermind the lads."[/color] Now it was his turn to leer. Their eyes met Anyons and drifted down to her feet as a grin spread on his face, elbowing the man beside him. [color=f7976a]"Got a different kind of fight I'd put er through, right boys?"[/color]

There was an audible crunch of something heavy meeting flesh. Almost like a thunderclap, Anyons balled fist struck with a ferocity to match the rage burning in her eyes as splintered teeth and blood spilled from the wounded mans mouth as their unconscious body slumped to the stones in a heap. The other two armed men only laughed harder at the first mans misfortune, one even whistled with hands on hips. Clearly impressed.

[color=0072bc]"Apologies. She has a temper, you see."[/color]

The second man just shrugged it off, helping drag the down man off behind the houses to lay down out of sight. The rest were admitted into the house at the center of the semi-circle arrangement and led out the back door. Guides waited there who motioned for them to follow, leading the entourage 3 at a time through the streets in a confusing maze, in through other houses and up stairways, down walkways, and finally into an open cellar leading deep into the soil and stone, smoothed by years of use. Down 4 sets of stairs, past 3 great metal doors, and into the very bowels of the earth they moved. 

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[center][h2]Below Ground - The Arena floor[/h2][/center]

Elque and Mie were the second group to arrive after Mirt and Anyon had been ushered forward, torches lit the walls every couple of feet until they arrived at the end of a large tunnel exit barred by a line of desks, clerks were waiting to take down the nature of their business and assign them where they needed to go. 

For Elque and Mie, it was off to the far right corner of the gargantuan open space. Kitchens and private rooms had been constructed beyond the private viewing area of the wealthy merchants who came to spectate the contests, the serving girls always close at hand. Many times alarmingly close. For those not comfortable with being pawed like a plaything it was often the scariest place to be. 
It did offer a great view of the area though.

Build from a massive cavern, worked stone had been fitted along every inch of the open ground. At its center was a large pit dominating a majority of the available space with raised platforms for spectators to see. The VIP was further above that, a windowed alcove overlooking the arena perfectly. Separated from the rest of the lower area by a single barred gate with 2 well armed individuals standing at attention in front. 
The place was already bustling with life, likely over a hundred individuals had come to spectate and gamble on the days events and hoped to earn their share of coin. Some hovered in the corners with drink in hand, offering various services to the right buyer. Few of these services were legal. Killers for hire needed a place to call home and it seemed this was it. 

From atop the secluded VIP area, a lone figure was hunched over the side watching the gathering crowd. 

Mirt stood apart from the crowd as they entered and ushered over Anyon, Mie, and Elque, trying to look like a regular customer asking a few simple questions to the serving girls. [color=0072bc]"Do your best and try to mingle with the crowd. When you get a chance, slip past the guards and see what this place is doing behind closed doors. I hear one shriek I'll be coming for you both quick as I can." [/color] Though it wasn't his place to be so overly familiar, Mirt put a hand on each of their shoulders. [color=0072bc]"Be safe."[/color] Releasing his grip, he made a 'shoo' motion with his hand and tried to look unassociated. Should someone figure them out it would be best if nobody knew they were connected right from the start.

The moment they entered the crowd it would begin. Pinching, leering, drunks slurring their orders from whatever served as a bar down here. Other Demi and human servers were already bustling about, giving no notice of any wandering hands beyond a quick slap to the offending digits. The kitchens in the back were waiting for them, the call of greater mystery waiting beyond.
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