Amari would nod in response to the request for tea, “Of course, Mistress. We have many kinds of tea.” He had started to list them when she changes her mind, “Of course, Mistress. Perhaps when she is able to take time to speak with you I will make you both some lovely tea and an omurice for each of you as well.” he’d say with a smile and a tilt of his head. If it weren’t for how cloudy his eyes were in that moment one might even think he could see the woman he was speaking to.
Karrie nodded, “Yes, and some honey in mine as well…Have you been here long, I have never seen you before.” a turn and a flinch as the man enters.”Welcome to the Dragon’s Den, Sir” was offered as she moved closer. “Is there some way we can help you?” The free woman spoke quietly, her sultry voice reaching out as a siren’s song to the handsome fellow.
Crow moved inside silently. His eyes would register those there. The man was very heavily armed. There was reason for it. But those reasons were only known to him. As he positioned himself he would simply stand there. He watched as the woman approached but did not reply in voice. His eyes were searching for hers. Perhaps in his eyes there was enough to scare or have someone stop. “Do I look like a man that needs help in any way ?” his voice held a certain degree of charm yet it was also void of something that might make it a joke or jest.
Amari smiles warmly to the woman, “I have been here a few hands. I was purchased as a gift for my mistress before the Brothel became fully her own business.” he’d explain. He had not seen the man enter as he was focused on the woman he also had not heard him which was unusual as Amari tended to hear better then he saw. He’d turn a suspicious gaze toward the man when he hears his voice, “Tal Master.” He of course recognized that voice from when he had made visits to the black court with his previous owner, “Are you here for my Mistress, Master?” he’d ask in his usual soft spoken tone.
Karrie was not obtuse, and yet, as he chin rose slightly is was as if she did not wish to show the fear she was feeling, even before that heavily armed man. “I have to say that when a man enters a brothel, he may look many different ways” Looking for a mark, since his clothing was dark and seeing none she went on. “So not it is not by your look that I ask, but by your actions, that of stepping across the threshold of a brothel for food, os drink or companionship? Conversation perhaps. Even if a man does not like to talk, sometimes the soothing voice of a woman can be a delight. Sometimes just to look around or search for someone, as well.. With a glance to Amari, a frown crossed her smooth features before returning an unfliching gaze to Crow
Crow would have his eyes drift from Karrie to Amari. “At times I wonder …” he started. “Here I think I am very much self concisions. Very much determined to do what I need to do and yet I am questioned as if I am in need of help.” his hand would move to rest upon the pommel of his gladius. As Karrie spoke his attention would be upon her. As if the rest of the world no longer existed. He truly listens to hear and he even nodded to some of her words. “Fair enough. And yet … ” he held pause. “I am here as a riddle, since I do not wish to share my purpose of being here. Does that make you both uncomfortable?” he asks. His voice held no taunt or unkindness. It was as if the killer wanted to set some terms on his presence and yet did not want them be uncomfortable.
Amari smirks in response to the cryptic words of the man, “It does not make me uncomfortable, Master. I have survived other owners and if it is her time I will survive this owner as well.” He’d state simply it was true he had been a slave a long time and seen several owners fall to the blade of another, “I only asked so I could inform you she is currently in a private meeting and may be a moment, Master.” he’d smile and then turn back to his meal offering a deferential bow of his head before he does so.
Karrie stepped closer to the man, she was bold, perhaps because she was desperate. All of her belongings as well as her family were lost at sea. She was a metal worker and had made jewelry and not all jewels all precious metals, the silver and gold were lost. She had 2 choices, slavery or …the brothel and so she chose to wear a mask and serve in this place. One hand reached out slightly, palm down in the direction of his own grip on the pommel of his weapon. Another look to Amari and listening to what he had to say before…”Now sir, why would I ever want to make you uncomfortable, yourself? When my only wish is to bring comfort, and solace to any and all that enter this building. If here as a riddle, is it one that is to be solved or do you wish to remain an enigma?” she said head tilting, a Mona Lisa smile gracing her lips. “I will leave you to your own company if that is your wish.”
Vespera walked into the brothel. She had been wearing resplendent silks before that were magnificent adornments of wealth, but after the evenings of the morning leaving her entirely flustered. She stripped that down, and went with the chain-me-to-a-wall-and-face-fuck-me look. Ring-gag worn as necklace included. She just stood there, shifting her eyes about. There that one again, whom so happened to witness her being choked the fuck out by braggart. Fucking wary of that man. She turned gaze to Amari and smiled at him. If she caught his gaze, she’d wink nice and slowly just to manifest tomes of how much she liked to make him blush.
Crow arched a brow that only the question to them being uncomfortable was addressed or questioned. He would take the words of Amari for what they were. The information shared, something he guessed as his informants told him that she was here. Whatever she did inside – was not his business. Nor did it have his interest. When Karrie approached and would move her hand outwards towards him, his eyes became stern as to stop her motion. If she would move to close his hand would grip hers firm and perhaps painful to her. His strength in the mere gesture of gripping her hand considerable. But if she stopped in time he would not grab her. Crow was no fool. He could guess as to what ever was going on. So when the woman spoke of her being anything he desired if he wished he pondered. “I enjoy being an enigma.” he stated in final.
Amari hearing a sound near the entrance he’s turn and not being able to make out Vespera he’d notice the flesh tones blob and assume a slave, “Come in I have prepared breakfast.” He’d quickly plate up a fresh omurice for the slave girl setting a spoon with it, “It is a pani dish called omurice. I hope you enjoy it” as he slides the plate to the far side of the bar from himself. He’d take another bite of his own meal happily enjoying the fact his mistress was so willing to feed him properly. He’d swallow his bite and chirp up with a, “And a handsome enigma at that Master or at least that is what the slave gossip is I have never got my hands on you to tell myself.” he’d snicker a bit and then take another bite of the omurice.
Karrie was a free woman and as such would not answer every single thing that man said as if a slave. She had not reached out to touch his weapon at all, instead it was a motion to say his hand from withdrawing it, if he had thought it a threat when it was not all. When he said that he enjoyed being an enigma , her eyes lifted to his own, expecting cold, veiled look of a man that was humorless and found something a slight bit deeper. “Then that makes two of us” she said reaching up to the mask she wore, dipping her chin in a silent salute as she moved away, glancing to Amari again, as he seemed much more comfortable than she
Vespera walked over to the counter, to take the omelet of pani origin. She look a prong and would at the least get a bite to what were offered. She hummed in delight for a moment a singular glance to Crow as she gave a thought to wonder what his reaction to being figured out might be. Vespera hadn’t but she were curious. She’d glance over to Amari, this time closer just to drift that wink at him slowly again. Smirking a lightly with it. Whilst leaning on the counter eating. A curious gaze to Karrie then, “Greetings, Mistress.” said she with the thought that she’d not seen a masked woman in here before.
Crow would watch Karrie go back to the space she had been in when he entered. At the words of her being an enigma he had followed her a little longer. It was not that he questioned her being a riddle. Surely she was one. But was it one he wished to unravel? Crow caught the wink of Vespera. He did not reply to it but would see when a man enter and leave and turn slightly when what seemed to be a slave come down the stairs and leave the establishment. Surely Crow kept a good eye upon those in this establishment. So perhaps there was a purpose for being here.
Amari smiles hearing the sounds of enjoyment from Vespera, “I am glad you like it.” he’d say happily before taking another bite of his own omurice. Noting Karrie returning he’d try again, “It really is good and healthy, Mistress and I do not know how long my mistress will be in her meeting are you sure you do not wish to just try one?” he’d ask turning his own so she could see that it had a fried rice core made with carrots, ham, peas, and onions and then topped in an omelet with a red vinegary sauce. He’d note the movements of others coming and going but since his vision was so poor he could not see whom they were.
Karrie would dip her chin to the slave girl, “Greetings, will you be working here today?” asked as Amari tempted her once again.”Yes yes, if you insist ” Her smile, a gentle nod and a hand reaching out .. Stomach growling again as she gave in to her baser instincts .”It looks far too good to resist!” Her encounter with the man she now thought os a riddle was shrugged off as she waiting to take a bite.
Vespera just was over there looking all funny. Naked and state of dress looking like she was ready to be an object entirely. The lewd hedonistic kind that really could demonstrate the beautiful objectification of a slave girl. She smiled to Karrie. “Well, no. Not really.” She waved to Amari a moment, “Just visiting my friend here.” said she. Really she was the competition that liked to lay in the tree branch outside, seeing if she could pilfer a silver for pleasure. She glanced to Crow again. His sheer state of non-reaction. So she just gave him a mean face and stuck her tongue out at him playfully for a moment.
Crow was not trying to be mean. In fact he was unmarked – or – well – there was no dagger upon his brow. So when Vespera gave him the evil eye – he feigned being struck and in pain. As if she had thrown an arrow right in his heart and he was now on the edge of being lethal harmed and about to fall down … of course there his act would stop. As he would return his attention to being there – observing.
Amari hearing Karrie cave to wanting some omurice he’d quickly prepare a fresh plate and set a spoon with it before pushing it to her, “One omurice, Mistress, I hope you find it enjoyable.” He’d smile warmly and then take another bite of his own omurice. Hearing Vespera he’d let out a bit of a chuckle, “Friend? I thought you were the hungry tree urt that comes begging for food when you smell my fine cooking.” he’d say teasingly to her.
Karrie was amused by the girl, at least. Saw the face she made toward ‘Riddle’ and dug into the food that Amari had made. Ravenous She had to use some sort of will power to eat slowly as if she was not still the starving woman she had only been a day before. She was offered this food, no one would take it from her, would they? No, no, no one would do that. “Friend is a relative word, little one, most times friend is a word someone uses when someone wants something, I have found. Besides, out in the tree, she could pilfer off those that are on their way to the brothel and eat, Erika’s food.” lifting one shoulder she shrugged. “It is very good is it not?” she said to Vespera and then looking over at the stern man in the corner, she . gestured. She seems to know him and he does not want anything in the brothel, not even drink so perhaps….who know” she said amused. It was not up to her to -guard the gates- of the brothel. She could not even leave, dressed as she was
Vespera watched his feign of heart the frailty manifested in mocking manner as she couldn’t then but help to giggle openly. No, she… giggle…. snorted. It was such a break from the mannerism of silent presence sitting in shadows that she couldn’t help it. Even a bite of food crawled it’s way out of her mouth, falling like a travesty back to her plate. Just to finally catch her breath and look at Amari, laughing huskily to him just to tease, “Oh shoosh, before I make your cock twitch again.” Such a retort it was, as she took that bite again. Only to look at Karrie’s lack of subtlety. “It is. And pilfer? Mistress, I make sure the silver is worth the fuck.” Karian-mouthed dockwhore for sure. She looked to Crow smirking a moment at Karrie’s just not having the awareness of him. “He does as he wishes.”
Crow could be anyone and yet none at the same time. It was as if he mastered not only the skill of a killer but that of one that could pretend to be anyone he desired. The understanding father that would press a kiss to a sore knee when a child had fallen. The stern companion that would question his woman after she had a bruised neck. The lover that made sweet love and caressed his woman tenderly as to taunt her to speak of her desire and yet this man in silence – brooding – void of whatever could make him readable for why he was here. Crow origin from Arian high caste upbringing knew many facets of Gorean life and due to his age came with a ton of experiences. He enjoyed the slave. He had done so on number of occasions. Sure he was one of perhaps few that had not yet fucked the little slut.
Amari smiles as the woman compliments his food he did enjoy people enjoying his cooking. He’d be putting another spoon of food to his mouth when Vespera talks of his twitchy cock. He’d set the spoon down as his face burns up into a bright pink with embarrassment. He’d lower his gaze to the plate as he stammered a bit, “Tha-that was not my fault.”
Karrie chuckled softly, “If you hang about in the tree and snatched would be customers outside of the brothel, you are pilfering from the brothel, not the man. I have no doubt they get their money’s worth from you. I am not celling you a thief of coin, merely ….oh never mind, it does not matter anyway. The food is delicious, and Amari is a treasure, that much is certain.” contentedly she took another bite savoring the flavor as she swallowed with a soft moan. Karrie knew none of what was going on in the man’s mind as he kept to the shadows except .”You should really try Amari’s cooking sometime, if not this visit then another. A smile at the little chef and calmly said”It is really not your fault at all, it does not take much to make a cock wiggle and dance. But don’t you see how happy it makes her to do so? You bring joy into the world just being yourself.” the spoon was put reluctantly down on her plate as she reached over the bar to lace her fingers into his hair gripping it before releasing.”You are a treasure” Before returning to her meal
Vespera smirked a moment looking at Crow again, then to Amari as he just slowed to a halt and looked so flushed upon alabaster flesh that she just were absolutely tickled by his reaction. She turned a glance to Karrie, then to Crow, her devious grin playing over her face. She just slowly to a step, then another to come around the counter, and stood near Amari the. Just pulling her plate across the table just to continue eating. Then she shifted weight in her lean and her hip jut to Amari. Purposely to maybe press again him, “Mhmm, I know, but it’s gorgeous to watch though.” she glance to him a moment. She glanced to Crow, “Oh he never eats, or drinks. I am positive he doesn’t shit or piss either.” She mused a moment, wondering to herself just how that slave was that Vespera saw him with. “Not sure if he fucks either.” She paused, then blurting the question out to him, “Are you even human?” cause Vespera believed in mythical creatures.
Crow (melchior.wardell) had of course taken note of the compliments the food of the slave behind the counter received. When Karrie suggested him to taste them one day or another he would simply nod in acknowledgment. The fact the woman still wished him a good meal was taken to mind. When it came to wiggling cocks he would keep nodding. “Those that do not respond are the ones you should worry about.” he commented. Not that he was asked – but when it came to these matters he could give some insights. When Vespera asked about him being human he grinned “Oh I am … far more than you give me credit for.” he added. He was very much a Gorean man with needs, but was somewhat pleased that none really could tell much about him. Even his visits to the latrine were measured and never at the same time so none would learn his routine.
Amari smiles hearing that the woman really enjoyed the food. He’d lean in to the touch when she grabs his curly white locks, “My mistress enjoys my hair as well, Mistress. Unfortunately a man got his hand tangled in it recently and ripped a chunk out so I had to get it cut shorter.” he’d explain some as to why his locks were shorter then usual. He’d feel the hip bump from Vespera and bump her back, “You know I may look scrawny but I used to pull carts for my mistress in Ar.” he’d say to her as if talking of his strength might make her stop her teasing. Hearing Crow he’d smile that way, “If a passion slave becomes unresponsive they are useless, Master.” he’d say since he was a bred passion slave.
Vespera grinned to Crow then a moment. “Mmmm, I bet he’s packing a big one in all that black.” said she with smirk. Her gaze turning to Amara as she’d notice his silk, so flimsy and easily shreddable. “Well, that’s unfortunate.” said of hair chunks missing, and she had that deviant grin again with a thought. A thought to prove Amari’s words. She’d reach down and with the blatantness that she were, tried to grasp softly at his pale beautiful cock just to pet it once. “Yes, Have to stay responsive, don’t we. Otherwise we’re tossed out like forgotten trash.” Vespera’s ability for self-degradation could not be overestimated. And… right back to eating her meal. All feigning innocence and completely not caring to be successful at it.
Crow kept that grin when Amari spoke “Oh I agree. There was once a pleasure slave in Ar from the Ubar’s garden. Her look alone could make most men melt in lust. The mere sight an aphrodisiac.” he started. “Of course she was much sheltered for those eyes of those she might lure to desires they did not know they might have … I only dared to look through the reflection of my shield. and even than I felt the effects.” he admitted – or – was he just fooling around ? When Vespera moved to the slave Crow could guess to her intents. She was so obvious to him and yet he enjoyed her brazenness and boldness, It held a certain honesty that some had lost and made them less attractive to Crow.
Amari flushes a bit darker at the touch to his cock. It would definitely twitch and jump in her hand. He’d try to look away and take a bite of his food again his plate almost empty by now. He’d finish it off quickly and then let out a slow sigh, “So what else needs doing?” he’d ask he could not see the brothel well with his limited vision and all. Hopefully someone would point out chores to him.
Karrie lifted a brow as Crow spoke and said a lot, as Amari spoke she hopped in, “Any man that does not respond feels himself, that h is useless, but that is not true, always. There is more to a man than that, though you might be hard pressed to convince any man of that. Catching Vespera’s teasing of Amari, just shaking her head while she set her plate down and rubbed her belly . “If you keep feeding me that well, I will get fat!” Then to Vespera. The thought of joining in had crossed her mind when she decided she should not enter into the bantering of slaves. “Do you remember that slave’s name?” she called to the Riddle/Crow before turning to Amari, “Yoou are doing more than your share” a knowing smile sent his way, “unless you -want- to come out from behind the bar.
Vespera just looked at Crow. and she just eyed him with a squint to her gaze. Iridescent as it were and she for a moment felt a tinge of jealousy. “I should meet this pleasure slave.” Yea, so Vespera could murder her in an alleyway maybe. She only then glanced to Karrie with a smile, then to Amari and his question. Just that boldness to blurt out, “There’s still me that needs doing.” Yea she said it.
Crow shook his head at the question “No, the slave was named many things. I do not remember that she was given any special name. “he shared. “For such slaves wars are started … it is dangerous to have such near … many men might no longer think with their ..” he tapped his head but pointed eventually to his crotch. “Thankfully I was trained and tested long and severely to ensure not to be taunted by such.” of course that was only partly true – but hey ! If they think he would share his training here in plain sight – they had read him wrong.
Amari giggles a bit at what Karrie says, “Maybe it will get you more customers, Mistress. I hear some men enjoy a rounder woman, Something about more cushion for the pushin or something.” He’d hear Vespera and laugh even louder, “You know darn well I can’t do that with out orders.” he’d say before reaching out to pinch her along her ribs. Hearing Crow he’s turn his gaze that way and smile, “I remember one like that when I was in Ar she was always friendly to me when our paths crossed.” he’d offer some although he was terrible with names so could not remember any of her names.
Karrie nodded looking down at generous breasts and just shake her head. “As long as the curves are in the right place.s” giving the little slave a smiles , Looking between Vespera and Crow, Perhaps you were in Ar at the same time, perhaps all of you were. I was in Ar once, had a shop there we did very well” she said then her voice trailing off .
Vespera was looking at Crow a moment, she had this coolly turned gaze as she was slowly blinking at him. Then that slow growth of grin a moment. The short lived interaction seemingly helped for Vespera to not be so fearful of him. At least for now. Then she got really bold. Vespera being herself entirely as walked over to him. Trying to walk her fingers up his left arm. “Long……” she purred, just to spin hair whipping up but not enough to hit him in the face, but put her scent into the air. Whorefume, patent pending. She then even tried to grind her butt against him, just to look over shoulder with a Cheshire grin of the devious type. “And… Severe…..?” tone so lust laden it could condense out of the air and onto the floor though preferred upon her face. She looked to Karrie and laughed, “I have never left Port Kar.”
Crow understood when Vespera was approaching that he had given her leeway so would allow her some more when her fingers would walk up his left arm. But he would now allow her to press her butt against him. For she might have felt far more than his cock. The hidden weapons were disguised and for them to remain hidden her butt needed to stay from making impact with his center. The perfume of the girl was of course noted. It was hard not too. He did not have use for such so when the scent of her presence filled his nostrils he could understand that she was a sexual being. It was as if she filled the air with sex. “Lady, I did not see this slave in Ar. I am certain I would have remembered.”he stated. There was a tone of amusement in his voice. Or was it something of a veiled compliment as to say the slave was memorable enough. “Be careful though, slave. My private space is very dear to me. I might protect it quited violently.” and all of a sudden his voice held promise.
Crows Murder 