Pleasure City of Dis

[Apollymi]

The Pleasure City of Dis is a circular ringed city set up in the middle of the Desolate Sands. This place is considered the crown jewel of a Kingdom of centered around whores and pleasure. Sex is a bought and sold commodity and the city itself is tinted red in the light of the desert sun. Each ring of the city a level which can only be reached by donating a certain amount of profit to its patron Queen. The city itself is arranged by her designed with the least profitable whores towards the outside in the slums while ones she or her clients favor are closer towards the center. In the middle of the city during the nightly show on a large pole a certain woman can be seen dancing for the crowd for contributions to her coffers. The place is a seedy underground which looks like the average red-light distract on the surface but is full of seedy and less than savory practices just below. There is only one bridge leading in and one real exit. At the center ring of 10 such places, is a grand palace which contains the personal pleasure palace of the Queen as well as a building made up for VIP guests and one special for one for a very particular guest and his entire crew. As one goes out from the center the place becomes more dirty, desolate and volatile.

[Bloodedge]

Fresh off the Argo, a small group was finally at their destination of Dis. Leorio, former king of Zuria, was silent and contemplative. His beloved wife, Kolin... he'd seen her in a state he could never have imagined before the past few days, and he wondered if that was his calling─ his chance at last. This would be given a great deal of consideration over the coming future, but he was the only thing thinking as such. Lot, Leorio's own brother and last remaining knight from Zuria, would rather have erased his memory of that entire blasted trip. Ah, but there was one who would not forget a thing─ who could not forget. Charles-Henri Sanson, the Executioner himself, walked with the one called Kolin. The young-looking man who normally seemed so stoic, now appeared... more annoyed than anything. Only two paces behind the blonde queen, he stared endlessly at her lower torso, just above her hips. His bounty was so close, yet it had become so far away due to one repulsive decision made between two people. Damn. He'd have to wait even beyond the time he'd normally have to take her life by the world's own will, and there was no choice at all. Lot seemed to take note of the white-haired male's staring, but his words to Kolin were for a different purpose. "My queen. Are you... well? It seems you've had one hell of a trip, and I wonder if that enchantment is wearing off. Your... employee seems extra-attentive, after all."

[Apollymi]

Each step away from the Argo gave Kolin peace... but also anxiety. Why? It was probably something to do with that bitch Nerys, managing to still be aboard and near Jason. Why should she get to be happy when Kolin herself the actual Queen still had so much work to do? Maybe she could take solace, considering the treatment that Leorio had seen, as soon as Jason bored of her, she'd be food for the rest of the ship, yes... she could happily think about that part. Besides all of that, there was also the matter of needing to replace Nerys as her servant. She'd lost so many good potential people, as they made their way towards the center city, Kolin was more than a little displeased. The only people she'd managed to drag from Zuria were, Lot, Leorio and Charles. Much to her surprise that man was visible and very close to her. Perhaps the death of Hector had been worth a bit more bad karma than she'd thought. Surely it couldn't have had anything to do with her behavior on the Argo.

"It's good of you to worry but I feel fine. Physically there isn't anything to worry about," Kolin said of herself. Mentally was an entirely different ordeal, but she could lie to these people so it wasn't going to be bad to give a bit of information. "As for the enchantment, at this distance without being able to see him... it's not even a thought. My employee as you call him, is as close and attentive as he is... because of the nature of our contract. This face is still slated to die... but such things aren't the end for those of us who know better," she said as if she had some means of escaping a death handed down by the world. The truth of the matter was, she fully intended to sacrifice this avatar at her earliest convenience. In the meantime, she needed to replace the missing manpower of her lost knights and the court mage, and prepare for the debut of her newest face and... prepare accommodations for the crew of the Argo. What she needed now more than ever, were male servants... no more women in her close circles... she couldn't be shown up by any more women... her psyche couldn't take that anymore. Ah, but there was still one. One singularly trustworthy woman in the entire world. A nun was making her way towards Kolin she gave a little bow. Her eyes were golden in color and narrow. She looked as if she was up to something but otherwise she was quite modestly dressed. "Queen Kolin, I expected your arrival with a small army is all well?" she asked completely shocked. "Things don't always go to plan but we must move on. Beatrice, I assume you're still doing your part yes? You'll have to take the place of my court mage for a while. Congratulations. Don't disappoint me," Kolin said. Her haughty attitude returning with every step taken away from the Argo. Oh, how high and mighty she could act when no one knew her misbehavior. "Of course not. This way ma'am. Surely your travels have left you weary. Is there anything you need me to do for you as you settle in?" She asked this question as she led Kolin and her Knights towards the Pleasure Palace at the center of the city. Here the originals of Kolin's forces would be found doing various jobs and keeping up her 'work' while she was away conquering Zuria. She'd expected to add several knights to her roster but now she had only two, to show for her work. Ugh, Zuria had been almost a complete failure aside form the cash it allowed this place to collect.

[Bloodedge]

Physically, Kolin was fine. Lot could see that much, but he wondered how much of her earlier behavior had been due to an alteration to her mental state. Kolin now boasted her usual demeanor of superiority, so he could assume much of it. "I see. Apologies for being so forward with the question. I should have realized, even something that could affect you, shouldn't do so for very long," said Lot, who then bowed his head in apology. As for the situation with the Executioner, Kolin revealed the fact that her current form would die eventually. That didn't register to Lot as something which mattered; she would always find a way to persist. One such as Kolin would never have signed a contract that brought about her proper end. "I look forward to seeing your future self, then," he added. An audible noise came from Charles thereafter, as he clicked his tongue and clenched his fist. Things shouldn't have happened this way. There should have been nothing between the world's guillotine, and Kolin's end... yet there was. In her current state, the world would not accept her death. Why? Charles was disgusted by the truth.

While Kolin upheld a discussion with some unsavory nun, Charles' gaze averted. That woman was her own sort of atrocity. There was something about her karma as seen by the world, that just... didn't sit right with him. He couldn't possibly know the reason, but his attention was on things deemed more important.

Onward and into the aforementioned Pleasure Palace, there were many at work. One particular male figure did nothing, however. Tall, well-built, wearing the garb of an old samurai sans any armor, was a man with a dark and shaggy ponytail, golden eyes, and just a bit of stubble adorning his chin. He smoked from a long pipe while sitting atop what appeared to be a throne surrounded by numerous large pillows at the top of a long staircase, which itself had multiple platforms up either side. Upon seeing the blonde queen enter the palace, a lackadaisical voice passed his smiling and... slightly unnerving, devious lips. "You changed your face. Is it just me, or did your rack get smaller while your ass got thicker?" he asked, speaking as if he hadn't a care in the world for Kolin's position. In fact, he didn't. She was a means to an end for this particular male, who sat upon what would be her throne while others worked diligently to construct her... kingdom.

[Apollymi]

Kolin found it interesting that Lot chose to apologize. Being on Jason's ship, she'd forgotten that she'd all but suppressed most of the Knights, attitudes. Well, she'd also forgotten that Lot was pretty soft outside of moments where he wished to challenge other Knights and men for her attention. "You definitely should have known better. I only did what was necessary to get us across the desert without risk of life. I'm feeling generous though, so I'll accept that apology," Kolin said. Yes, this was the lie she was telling herself. That what she owed to Jason as far as oaths were concerned was done only to satisfy her desert crossing and continued safety. Nothing else really mattered long term, her goals hadn't changed and nothing about what happened would ever change what she was at her base. Moving on the words of the shady nun were met with a scoff. "I need you to tell me how I am replacing the fighting potential of half a dozen Knights and replacing that traitorous bitch as my court mage," she said Kolin. It truly didn't matter to her that she'd been the one to free Nerys, she was a traitor because she'd chosen Jason and his crew of criminals over continuing to work for her.

Before she could get too worked up over anything though, there was a sight she didn't expect. A young man sitting in her chair making jokes about one of her previous appearances while seeming more than a bit careless. When she wore her other face, Kolin was a bit less of a stickler for such things. As an aside this man had been very good at killing and could be counted on in a fight in a way that many others failed. As such, she gave him quite a bit of leeway in the things she let him say to her. As a matter of fact, she greeted him a bit closer to what one would expect of an old friend than one of the ones she just ordered about. "I don't believe I asked your opinion. Every form has a different shape. I'm trying to reach the perfect ratio but it seems impossible without the proper title..." she mentioned casually. "If you preferred that one though, my next will likely make you pretty lively, now... out of my throne, Izou. I'm not really in the mood for this right now..." she said as she moved forward. She did intend to flop down into that chair as soon as he vacated, and she fully expected him to vacate. He might have been using her for his own whims, but he still followed directions at least he had the last time she'd seen him. Kolin had a very specific order to answer things in. Staffing problem, building the VIP section for Jason and the Argonauts, doing something about her current visage. Strangely, unlike when she was aboard the Argo, she had no problem organizing her thoughts and getting to work... obviously Jason was the distraction there that she didn't need. She'd never been more relieved to be rid of someone.

[Bloodedge]

Izou. Okada Izou, to be more specific, had been in the company of Kolin prior even to her identity in Cornwall. Perhaps her form had changed a few times since he last met her, but no matter how different each version was, it was always obvious to him that she was the one he knew. The woman claimed her next form would be more preferable to him if he enjoyed the one he'd met more than the current visage, but it honestly didn't matter to him. Why she was seeking a better ratio of bombshell, he hadn't the faintest idea. What could the point have been? She was already the type that men all over the world wanted nothing more than to shove their rods into for days on end, but he couldn't be bothered to question the queer decisions of others. Out of her throne, she said. Pulling that pipe from his lips, what more could he do than toss both hands into the air and grin. "Don't want my lap then? Suman, suman," he said with a chuckle. "I thought this was my chair, and that I would be the throne." Nevertheless, Izou stood. He didn't move very much, though, interestingly enough. Once out of the throne's chair, he stepped only once to lean against its side instead, still taking the occasional drag from that pipe of his. "Why the sour mood then, huh? Bad lay? I tried to tell you, picking out a king doesn't mean you'll end up nabbing a king-sized johnson. Set the bar lower; no room for disappointment that way~"

[Apollymi]

She didn't want his lap? Well, that was up for grabs. If she hadn't been in the mood she was in, she likely would have taken a seat in his lap. But she was in quite the bad mood, so she was more than pleased when he exited her throne. She took a seat soon after even with the man leaning against it. Apparently, these two knew each other well enough that Kolin even wearing a face two displaced from the last one he would have known had no fear of him. Ah, off her feet at last, with everyone worshipping her and doing what she said. This was the life she was meant for... and what was this... it even came with entertainment. "Hahahaha!~" Kolin laughed for the first time in days, if only because the joke made by Izou managed to be at Leorio's expense. Technically she hadn't had a bad lay in three days... it just so happened that it wasn't on the terms she would have preferred. Even so, the idea of sleeping with Leorio was still off-putting and though he couldn't know Izou was much closer to the truth of things with his comment about the title not guaranteeing a tool of use. "I haven't had a bad lay in a while... but its complicated enough that I don't want to talk about it," she said and that was all she was willing to say about Jason and his antics. Honestly he was a great lay, but she was pretty sure that was that enchantment talking maybe it had a more lasting influence than she thought? As for the smallness of Leorio she had but one thing to say. "And a bar that low..." she said cutting her eyes at Leorio. "Doesn't exist." and just like that she was pleased. Oh, she'd almost forgotten in her recent anger that it was possible to be please. Still she waited on the words from the nun who looked more and more sinister as time went on. She needed to replace fighting power and a mage's power? That was easy enough. Beatrice as she was called stared at this woman for an extended period of time. She understood her nature and knew she could summon a servant who would fit her needs. "Ma'am have you considered summoning a servant from the other side to suit your needs? If you make a large enough sacrifice, you could easily have a servant who would topple your missing knights and your lost mage, in both usefulness and power." the Mage offered, there was a smile on her face which was simply unnerving but she'd still offered more useful information than most would have in this situation.

[Bloodedge]

Ah, laughter. Izou wondered if the woman still had it in her, given the state of her current mood. Things couldn't have been that bad, if she could still manage a guffaw or two. Besides, she claimed she hadn't had a bad lay in days, and one surely couldn't complain about that. "A complicated lay, huh. Sounds like a slip in the wrong hole to me~" he quipped. The next thing she admitted was... such a shame. The shift of her gaze while commenting on how low the proverbial bar could be set, said the king she chose most recently was some form of eunuch. "Yikes," Izou muttered. How long had she spent in the company of that small male, he wondered. If the knight who came along with them was an example of other options at Kolin's disposal, Izou wasn't too impressed no matter the angle he viewed things from. Planning his next clause, he exhaled smoke and leaned closer to Kolin. He drew incredibly close to her face, as if the usual boundaries simply didn't apply to him. Maybe they didn't, but he didn't seem one to care about those regardless. Ah, but... from an inch or so away, he paused. What was that smell? It was rather familiar, and... oh. It was coming from her mouth. Retreating just enough to avoid the scent, Izou showed an expression of honest confusion. "Complicated, you said? Yeah, that sounds about right. First time for everything."

[Apollymi]

Slip in the wrong hole? That wasn't quite right... actually, Kolin was pretty sure she didn't know the meaning of wrong hole anymore. "Ugh, I said I didn't want to talk about it," she said rolling her eyes at Izou. She'd practically become pouty at the attention. That man truly didn't know when to quit, but she put up with him, mostly because of some innate thing within her mind which made the ones who didn't just do everything she said gain a great deal of favoritism. His tout of 'yikes' would earn him another smile. Even if she was in a bad mood, jokes did tend to get her into a better one. The words of Beatrice were heard by Kolin and she gave it some consideration. A servant from the other side? A demon, "Aren't those notoriously hard to control and don't they always want something terrible in return?" Kolin asked. She definitely wasn't going to end up with another trash contract. "Well, it is no worse than what you have going with the Executioner." said Beatrice. "Besides if your sacrifice is great enough to catch the right attention, they'll hardly do anything but what you ask... or so I've heard," said the rather shady looking nun. Still Kolin had no reason not to trust this woman. She'd come up with her best tool and gotten started with it. It was the least she could do to garner a bit of faith, besides, the staffing issue was quite important.

Her attention would return to Izou who would have been way to close to her face for comfort had he been anyone else. "Izou, enough." she said cutting her eyes at the man. She truly had no intention of answering any question he had concerning his interest in her dealings post Jason. In fact, she didn't want to think about Jason at all, as such there were two things she needed. "Fine, set up the ritual in this throne room. I'll decide what to sacrifice in a bit. Also... start the preparations on a VIP section for this place. Something great, well decorated, nice king suite. Fit for a crew... of roughly fifty. Find some pretty girls with fat asses and big tits to fill it with... I need that done yesterday." she said being very specific about the terms so she didn't have to continue worry about it. After all, if Jason decided to stop back tomorrow she needed to be ready. "As you like ma'am." said the Nun who gave a bow before scurrying off to do as she was asked.

[Bloodedge]

Kolin didn't want to talk about the situation; that much was obvious from the start. Despite her lack of speech on the topic, there was no undoing the smell of spunk on her breath, and even on the skin of her face. Izou leaned back further when Kolin's eyes shifted toward him, his left hand thrown up in surrender while his right hand held his pipe for another drag. A quick exhale of smoke occurred once more, and he moved the pipe toward Kolin. "Oi oi, relax~. A guy's got a right to be a little jealous, right? Makes me wonder if I should have asked more nicely before~" he explained, oddly as if he shared these words for the sake of fun or something. "So, does this more bottom-heavy body of yours take a smoke? Or do you draw the line at one type of thing to inhale? Well... whichever it is, feel free to look my way for a hit~" Of course, Izou was very aware of the other, more businesslike discussion occurring at the time. He didn't care. If Kolin and her whore nun follower wanted to summon a demon from the depths of the abyss, that only meant he had another individual worth challenging. Whether it was a challenge of swords, or a competition of wits, he didn't really care; he could enjoy either.

[Apollymi]

The Creepy Nun ran off to do preparations and Kolin got to relax for a moment. Well, as much as she could considering that Izou was still pushing her buttons. Though he held up his hand in surrender, his words were still full of jest. Words like this were why she'd enchanted Dagonet before, still she found herself rubbing her forehead. He was jealous was he? She supposed that made a great deal of sense. To be honest Izou was one of the better bodies she had at her disposal. The only thing he couldn't know, was that asking nicely wasn't a way to get anything from Kolin. Regardless of what she said and how she wanted to be addressed, one would have been much more likely to get that sort of thing by force. "Maybe a right to a little jealousy, but keep it in your own head... I'm busy," Kolin managed. That still wasn't properly dismissive. Perhaps that was something she just liked now. Izou was the type to just take orders maybe she could boss him into the sort of thing she was interested in trying out. At the very least it would be a decent holdover until Jason showed up. Wait. No. She didn't want Jason anywhere near her. She didn't care if he never showed up!

Oh the lies she managed to tell herself. Oh, Izou was asking her a question in the most annoying way. "I could use something after the few days I've had," she said cutting her eyes at him. Still this pipe was being offered to her, and she'd take it, despite the fact that he'd been annoying her for several moments straight. A deep inhale and she realized that such a thing was truly relaxing. She should have been upset about this extra speech of his, and his insistence on not shutting up. But here and now, she was in control so she was a little delighted. The Knights were so full of following orders, she forgot what it was like to have men around who were strong but weren't so easily manipulated. "I'll call you when I decide I need you. Or you know, just do that annoying thing you do where you show up when I'm alone and trying to relax. Whichever suits you..." Oh, this man got options and choices and so much freedom to call upon this woman as he wished. What to do now. Her potential problems of housing for Jason and replacing her lost knights were well on their way to being fixed. A bath? Maybe so she could start work on her new face... she wanted to make sure it was appealing for Jason. No, for everyone. Big tits and a fat ass were just generally appealing, it wasn't a Jason specific thing. She didn't care if he liked her form. She wasn't making it for him. Kolin had all but forgotten about the two knights she'd showed up with, neither of them mattered right now. She had a while to do everything, she'd even forgotten to dismiss them or whatever she was going to do with them.

[Bloodedge]

The term 'busy' didn't quite fit, did it? When the pipe was taken from his hand, Izou mockingly raised his head and looked around the work-in-progress throne room. He saw... nothing. A couple of underperforming servants were at the bottom of the stairs with their thumbs up their asses, that weird nun was moving on to start some even weirder ritual, and that creepy white-haired man was just standing around glaring into space. "Hard to believe that while you sit on a comfy chair and wait for work to be done. Don't call yourself busy if you're just thinking. You've got other people doing shit for you; that's relaxation time. Besides, that was just a friendly way of mentioning the smell is still on you~" he spoke. Now that he mentioned it, he had reflexively offered the woman his pipe while knowing what she'd been up to as of late. Yeah, she could probably keep that one; he had others anyway.

She said she would call upon him after deciding he was needed, but what was this? That annoying thing he did when she was alone and relaxing? Interesting. Something was fundamentally different about this woman now; perhaps it was simply the new body. Whatever the reason, one thing would certainly be happening before the other. Izou would undoubtedly be pestering this woman before she had use of him in particular, considering she had such... outstanding options to sort through otherwise. Or, perhaps he would do so because he was bored. Maybe even... "You know what suits me, don't you? Since you're here and relaxing right now, here I am. Though... maybe a toothbrushing first next time? Keep the pipe, by the way; bad decision on my part."

[Apollymi]

Another glare was sent Izou's way. Ugh, he was probably right wasn't he. She smelled like Jason. There was a flicker of light in her eyes for a second... what an interesting thing to note. Still she managed to seem very annoyed. "Ugh, go away then. And I am busy, just because you don't get how busy doesn't change the fact that it's the truth..." she mumbled. Oh she was still in a bad mood. Actually, the idea that she smelled like Jason was exciting, but why would she want that. Oh right, this wasn't something she should be considering. Ah, she still had that pipe, she'd continue to think about stuff while she smoked. She definitely wanted a bath now right, brush her teeth make herself somewhat presentable after her excurison into the desert. "You're really annoying me Izou. And I wasn't planning to give it back, you gave it to me. It's mine regardless..." she mentioned. Yes indeed, this face was quite different. Spoiled, bratty and full of spite. What was more, she couldn't even properly target her spite because well... she couldn't aim it at the person who caused her so much mental dysphoria.

"I'm going to have a bath and you're going to not bother me for a few hours..." she said standing and marching off. She already knew important things, mostly because of her correspondence with Beatrice. She knew all important things had been arranged. The only annoyance here and now was the fact that Nerys wasn't around to give her beauty products she desired. Oh well, she supposed among the dozens of whores there had to be at least a reasonable alchemist somewhere. At least the basics could be covered even if she couldn't get her preference in products. And just like that, she was gone. Disappearing down open corridors towards what she knew to be her own room. She had a bath already prepared, and some half-naked males were moving about having finished their work in this room. A smirk crossed her face. Yes, that was much better. Tooth brushing, first on the list. She stood before a mirror looking at herself. Those blue eyes of hers, angrily shifting as she removed from her own mouth the taste of Jason's spunk. Would he be coming back anytime soon? Would he be happy to see her? The mechanical motion of brushing her teeth was all but lost as her mind travelled all over the place. Actually, she didn't care, obviously she could have any man she wanted. It didn't matter if Jason never came back.

[Bloodedge]

"Yeah, not happening. You're the only entertaining thing to show up here in months. No way am I going anywhere until this place is up and running," Izou retorted. If he annoyed Kolin so much, she could feel free to personally try getting rid of him. That white-haired male was obviously her new personal assassin; he wouldn't mind having a go at him if things came to that. Ah, but he highly doubted that would happen. Kolin wouldn't even be sticking around herself, choosing instead to rise and go for a bath... and hopefully a mouth-cleaning as well. Izou immediately flopped into the throne where she'd been sitting, smiling casually as he looked over her form at a different angle. "Hai hai! You'll have a bath, and I'll only bother you for a few hours when I drop by," he said, carelessly reaching out to pat the supposed queen's rear as she walked off. Why he felt so comfortable behaving this way, perhaps the world would never know.

Meanwhile, Leorio's contemplation was reaching its end. She was going to bathe? Was this the perfect opportunity? He certainly took it as such, and therefore followed shortly after she left the throne room. The time spent in her personal quarters was being observed through a small opening in the door. Was this truly the path? It had to be! He had to be as aggressive as that damned desert pirate, to truly experience his queen in all her glory. When was the moment to strike? Perhaps when she finished cleansing herself of that bastard's residue. . .

[Apollymi]

He was right. She knew enough about him, to know he loved nothing more than women, smoking, and drinking. Well, aside from the fact that he quite enjoyed fighting people, which was another reason he followed her around. He definitely wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. But she would, she'd gotten up, and the man had immediately claimed the chair she'd been sitting in. Ah, he was looking at her, having a good time... he always was. A gentle pat to her backside and later and she was simply shaking her head as she walked off. She truly didn't care very much what Izou did nor did she discourage his actions in anyway. How confusing given her general power trips.

A crack in her door was something she didn't care about. She brushed her teeth for longer than one would have thought necessary. Got her teeth and tongue and gargled thrice. Finally her mouth no longer tasted like Jason. She missed it. What no. No she didn't... what the hell was wrong with her? She rubbed her hand over her face and shook off her thoughts. She had no problem prancing towards her filled bath tub and stripping out of her mutilated desert attire. She'd dress in better garbs from now on. She had entire closet full of things she'd seized from lesser kingdoms. Ah, she'd eventually find something that suited her. Within the waters of this bath she found herself finally relaxed. Her head tilted back after she cleaned herserlf she thought over her next face. Something attractive. Genuinely pretty. Something that didn't give off a hint of her feelings below the surface. Yes, that sort of thing was exactly what she needed. Something with bigger tits than that harlot Nerys had managed, better hips too. Yeah, she could do that. Blue eyes were apparently all the rage as well, she'd keep those... hm... what else though? In a world of crazy hair perhaps she'd go to something more natural? All the while she asked herself these questions her mind was within the Nexus were it tended to wander while she built characters. She'd done this too many times. She could easily make this next version of herself. Ah, but she'd only reveal it when this face died. She wondered if Jason would mourn this one face of hers? Maybe she should keep a copy of it for him... he'd like that right? No. What the hell was wrong with her, why did that man keep coming up in her thoughts. She'd left him already it shouldn't matter. He was probably far away, torturing Nerys! Yes, giving that stupid bitch the kind of attention she actually deserved.