[center][h1][b]Xenelith[/b][/h1][/center]
[b]Time:[/b] Morning
[b]Location:[/b] Roshimi City
[b]Interaction with:[/b] Azriel[sub][@Tae][/sub], Umber[sub][@FunnyGuy][/sub], O'Ner[sub][@Eviledd1984][/sub], Jack[sub][@Alivefalling][/sub]
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O’Ner was dreadfully unprepared for a brothel. Xenelith noticed it in an instance. The undead general was staring quite intensely at a girl dancing on stage in enticing moves. The madam was surely a skilled one. It could not be easy to find women of such universal beauty and looks. Especially when she could dance like this courtesan could. Xenelith took O’Ner by the shoulder and said: [b]“You’re doing it wrong. There are only two sins you can commit in this place. The first one is murder, which I would consider a personal insult. The second is guilt and you, my undead friend, are feeling guilty. If you like what you're seeing, just give a little gfit and ask for some of her time.”[/b]

He turned to the madam and said: [b]“A shared hookah with….”[/b] He looked around. Azriel seemed to know her way around a brothel, surprisingly. But Umber looked as excited and delighted as a demon could be and O’Ner was acting like he was seeing ghosts. [b]“…just normal tobacco for now.”[/b] He didn’t want to know what a demon or an undead would do under the influence of whatever substance the madam certainly didn’t hold right behind her counter in a little red locked box. [b]“And a bottle of house beverage if you would.”[/b]

[color=silver]“Don’t mind me… Indulge in these beautifully miserable creatures! Do not allow shame to hold you back from your pleasures!”[/color]

[b]“You’ve got a fine scent for emotion, Umber. But please, let’s uphold the illusion of the place. It is, after all, what’s giving it its allure.”[/b] He said to the demon after which he turned to Azriel. [b]“What’s the occasion of the ball?”[/b] He asked. [b]“Concreos has passed and I did not know our lord favored any other holiday.”[/b] The idea of the ball vexed him. It would be too crowded and chaotic. With everyone wearing masks the rebels could blend in perfectly. Perhaps that was Lord Aklenroth’s goal all along. To somehow lure the rebels out. Still, there had to be better ways to smoke the filth out? Perhaps if he was allowed to burn a few buildings the rats would come out scurrying. Or maybe the withering of the trees would be signal enough. Did Risa have an honorable side? Did this Kyran have it? Would he answer a challenge? Even in a brothel his mind wandered to his tasks. But not entirely.

There was still the issue of his obligatory presence at the ball. Xenelith had lived nearly two centuries but never visited such a formal event. To him, it was a place for either delusions or sycophants. They ate their cake and gossiped amongst each other while the dance floor was filled with the hopeful and the desperate alike. He hadn’t danced in decades.