[b]Birsi[/b]

That… All of that was in her mouth…? Good lord it was literally unidentifiable with how long she’d accidentally been gnawing at it over the course of her punishments, eyes idly darting over the large mass that somehow fit past her lips as she tried to figure out anything about it… It was cloth, and it was soaked. That was all she could glean from it before her attention snapped up to the women speaking to her.

Before she could even speak, she had to move her jaw around, regaining feeling in it, as well as the ability to speak again… Though it did cost her a good few seconds to do that, hopefully not angering those who had her effectively dangling by her arms. This wasn’t just to get feeling though, it was buying time for her to focus herself and create a cover story. Improvise Birsi, use what you know. Deep breaths, Birsi, don’t reveal the mission.

“I was carousing with some other wheels before we were approached by the Khan’s Special Prize, the Host called… I think Home? Memory is a bit foggy on names. She wanted to know if we wanted further fun, and seeing as my current group was starting to pass out, I accepted. I don’t remember how I got in besides just walking inside, and then I couldn’t find that Host anywhere, like she’d just gone and left me there. Started running around looking for her because the Khan would have my head if I lost her, and then… Here we are.” She stopped to dig something out of her teeth with her tongue, before spitting some sand colored fabric onto the mass. She’d woven her lie, now to reinforce it with steel hard truth.

“Why didn’t I fight? Why would I want to cause more trouble for myself? Fire Wheels might be known for blind acts of passion, but I’m not stupid. It wouldn’t be any better for me if I blindly fought everyone there, because it wouldn’t matter how many of you I beat. I was one Fire Wheel staring down the entire 78 Heavens, and no one besides the Khan or his Lapdog could make that seem favorable.” She was quiet for a bit, catching her breath before making a final point. “That and everything smelled of hundreds of different perfumes, very hard to think very straight besides the bare basics.”
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[b]Silsila Om[/b]

Ah. Mhm. Hm. Huh.

This was bad.

Silsila briefly weighed her options. Unfortunately, most of them led to her picking a fight with a dozen people who were ostensibly on her side, and getting exiled from Sjakal--or worse. As such, there was only one which made any sense.

Silsila stood up, wobbly after the night, and performed a bow. "As you command, your guardliness."