Pleasure City of Dis

[Bloodedge]

"Interest or not, Heracles might be one of the strongest things in the world right now. Well... this part of it, at least. That hurts to say, so don't go ignoring the fact that I said it," Izou mentioned. He could move on from the fact that Kolin never observed historical and mythological figures despite previously being one herself, if only to maintain his own sanity for the duration of their interaction. But how could she have─ no! Moving on!

True enough, the finer intricacies of things were often lost until the lack of those little features was experienced. Izou would never give consideration to how the average woman smelled, or the texture of their skin... unless he encountered a lass with the skin texture of an iguana, the scent of fish left out in the sun, and so on. Well, the types who would have those features were never the ones catching his eye anyway. Izou, in life, liked them a bit prissier, but not too much so. Kolin and the previous identity she held, actually fit the bill quite nicely, though her inability to know the more casual side of life was an annoyance. Whatever the case, it seemed Kolin planned not to kill Heracles, but to take control of him. At face value, it was a very dumb decision to make. Well... as long as he had nothing to do with that damn Berserker, all was fine. "Yare yare. You never even think of doing nothing, do you?" Izou questioned with an exasperated sigh. "Whatever. If you're doing stuff for your own sake, nobody's got a right to complain about it. That one thing, though─ it doesn't matter who you're doing it for. A guy's going to get his rocks off anyway, so it's for him in the end regardless of what you wanted to happen."

[Apollymi]

For someone who'd been discouraging of doing something with Heracles, Izou was doing a fairly good job of upselling the man/demigod/berserker... whatever. According to him, it hurt him to admit the strength of that man... somehow this wasn't surprising. Izou was a man who prided himself on his skill and strength, knowing he couldn't kill something was probably a mark against his pride. Perhaps making such a creature his comrade would free him of his burden. "I won't forget you said it. It looks like it was a pretty painful utterance..." the woman teased. Of course, she would take him at his word, but the plotting had to continue. She had goals after all, even if what she wanted was scary, she still fully intended to reach that point again.

As their conversation went on, Kolin never thought of what this man's preferences might have been. What kind of women he might have liked, she was the height of likeability right? So him liking her was proof enough he had reasonable taste. Whatever the case, he took issue with her rather obvious plot to take over the Berserker in the sands. She didn't think of doing nothing... he was quite right. It was a flaw with this one. Or rather maybe not just this one, being in charge of things and wanting to have everything under her own control was a flaw of her personality. Especially when one considered how lazy she actually was and how little knowledge she had of the things she apparently wanted. "Doing nothing gains me no benefit. It's bad to let such things stand," she said with a shrug. She could have left him alone. Let him raise hell all through the desert. He could have been considered just another obstacle to reaching this place... but that wouldn't do at all. She needed more people on her side regardless. Especially people she could use to conquer that oath she made. Divinity would do nicely for that sort of thing. Besides... if she could take a bit of his, she could begin cultivating her own. She stood from her bath, if she stayed any longer, she'd start pruning and that would be bad. Out she walked dripping wet foot prints being left all over the floor. "Ugh, you shouldn't have told me that... I'm not the sort who gives anything to anyone..." she said and this was the truth. How could she enjoy something if it was a gift for someone else? That didn't make sense. Whatever, that and many other things would be what she thought about it. Until it was time to take the next few steps of her plans.

[Bloodedge]

The things Kolin had to say, made sense... as things coming from her, at least. All things were for the queen's benefit; that seemed to be a running theme with this one. Izou couldn't fault it. If she was going to be both stuck-up and selfish to such a ridiculous extent, there was nothing to be done about it. People came in different flavors; some simply tasted a bit more... bitter than others. Well, a bitter flavor was alright, depending on the dish. "Don't be the sort who gives to anyone, then. Let's be honest, that info dump isn't going to do shit for you. You'll keep doing that anyway, not to give to somebody else, but because you're not going to not do something you want for the sake of not giving to others. That's just how you work."

With that said, Izou was content to abandon the current discussion, as well as the bathroom. Was he going to get dressed first? No; he would actually walk around nude, dripping bathwater down the corridors. This was a city of whores, so perhaps some would pass him by and take an early interest in a potential patron, prior to the market for such women becoming readily available. Ah, genius investments.

[Apollymi]

A bit of passing advice from Izou before he left. How interesting. His words made a great deal of sense, maybe? She couldn't be sure. One thing was for certain she could be herself in moments and it wouldn't matter. Even if she was contradictory, even if she was bitter. None of it would matter so long as she got what she wanted. No one could complain because it simply wasn't their place to do so. She watched as Izou strutted out of her room naked. "I'm still not thanking you." Yep. Contradictory to the very end. In for a penny, in for a pound. She'd remain this way.

A bit of sleep, in a comfortable bed, and more time to think, and she'd come to a few conclusions. Whoever she sacrificed she wanted that particular bad karma applied to this face. No need to waste the buildup on a new one. She'd summon her little devil friend when the ritual was ready by whatever method of sacrifice she decided and then, she'd let the seemingly anxious Charles claim this face's life. With all that done, she'd resurrect in her new body and clothes. She'd put them on that Avatar in private. She didn't want to reveal too much too soon. This was all about the show, her followers would always get the same quality of reveal that she wanted to give. Ah, then when she was ready she could do a bunch of other things. Use the devil to help make the start of this little city into something. A few more administrative tasks and then she could leave this place to run itself and feed her proper rise to power. Beatrice was at least a positive in this, that woman worked miracles. They'd spoken a couple more times, and Kolin had given the go ahead for her to fully integrate the application of those anti-pregnancy marks. Of course, this came with a direct siphon for her own power as well, as a stipulation to make sure they were always happy for the customer. It was added to her to-do list. It was interesting to know such effects could be applied to those. She might make use of them later... for punishments to some. Yes... that seemed like a good idea. What else was there... the VIP section. She was waiting on word about that. Those people were among the first to be given their marks and they were now at work making sure that place was up to par. Beatrice was supervising that as well. Did that wicked nun not need to sleep? Well that was hardly worth any extra concern.

"Ma'am the circle is ready." she mentioned casually. Those narrow eyes of hers seeming to be delighted. "Also the VIP section will be completed by the morning and whenever you are ready... that ritual is set up in the throne room." she said taking the opportunity to make more of an explanation. "You simply must evoke the magic circle and it will grow to accommodate the size of the sacrifice. There after the visitor from the other side will appear and you'll negotiate your terms from there." she said with a swift bow. "Uh... really? That was fast." she said before aiming her attention elsewhere. To someone she felt like part of her shadow looming over her. "You're in luck... you won't have to stare at me from so close for much longer... I'll be able to let you claim this face once I'm done with this... and then we can make another deal." she mentioned. She had no real intention of letting the person she was speaking to go. It was far too useful to have such a killer on hand. Having two at her disposal now would make her life much easier... how could she resist.

[Bloodedge]

With Izou gone, there was but a single male figure in Kolin's presence. This one was always around, and only drew closer and closer with every speck of negative karma added to Kolin's visage in his eyes. What was this? After an exchange with her little slave of a nun, Kolin spoke words not meant for the other woman in the room. Those words were for none other than Charles-Henri Sanson, and he knew it. Charles' visage showed nothing short of a grimace as he appeared in a wisp-like shadow, his blade nowhere in sight. This woman truly was a moron. Did she think she could simply be done with this body, and move on to the next after sacrificing it? Not after all she'd done to muck up the situation. "Non," he said in a foul tone. "I cannot claim this life. The world does not want the death of the other life you hold." That was all. Just as Charles had a sense for viable execution targets, he had a sense for those he should spare of execution. Kolin may have currently been the biggest target the World's Guillotine could ever hope for, but attached to her was something else─ something gray instead of black. To eliminate that gray would place a stain upon his own identity, removing his ability to act as the world's executioner... and making him the prime target of the next one holding that title. That simply wouldn't do.

[Apollymi]

Kolin had spoken to Charles as if she wished to give him good news. And she'd been met by the one thing she hated most in the world. The world 'no'. Now... it was in French which made it sound smooth but it was still a no, and that was unacceptable. People would one day realize they could do many things to her, but they couldn't tell her no. The amount of work she'd go through to seek revenge against those who wronged her was more than a little ridiculous. But what was this he was saying? Beyond the no the idea that she was pregnant? That was the implication right? It wasn't as if she had an innocent face attached to her body. "What? You're saying I'm pregnant? Really? And you won't take that life? Ugh!" she sounded distraught. How could she actually be pregnant? That sort of thing was for peasants and street walkers. She was no such thing. In fact, the only people whose seed had been allowed to rest within her for any amount of time was, Jason and Izou. Her eyes widened. She was going through a certain amount of panic. She could easily rid herself of a child of Izou's that man didn't want children or anything like that. He didn't even like kids from what she could tell of him. Another mark in their favor as a set of comrades. Ah, but if this child was Jason's. "Fuck!" she uttered displeased with the entirety of the situation.

What was she to do? She couldn't get rid of a kid if it belonged to Jason. She couldn't even mistreat it... he'd be furious. And while she liked what he did to her, she didn't like the idea of his fury extending beyond what she'd seen it as already. At the same time, a child is a hiccup she didn't need. She'd have to put off her debut for quite a while yet. Though she could technically use such a thing to her advantage, she still didn't want to raise a child at all. "No, I won't do this. I wasn't a fertility goddess to have to give birth like a fucking peasant," she uttered. The nun with her kept her head low, seemingly interested in the idea that this woman had once bore such a title as fertility goddess. She could indeed be quite useful. A knowing smirk came to her face. She technically had no advice to offer, this was a long game after all. What more was there to do than to see what she decided. But that would wait, in her currently level of fury Kolin had gotten up and began smashing things throwing them around the room. How dare something get in the way of what she wanted? How dare she have to put up with a child because of Jason? Oh, but what if Jason came back and she had an actual child to give him?! He'd be so pleased. He'd reward her right? She would have done her job! She stopped throwing things, for a moment. Wait a minute, why would she care it was in the way. More throwing things, her room became a whirlwind of absolute destruction as she quelled her madness with violence. Until she broke the last thing she could get her hands on and exhaled gently.

"Alright. I'm good. I'm calm... I know what to do." said Kolin. She wouldn't have a child. They were such an inconvenience. But she'd made a contribution to the world, as a thing to keep her own character from ever needing downtime. It'd been something she wanted to mitigate the 'reality' of the game. She was a girl character why would she want to be out of commission? Yeah, that didn't fly. She'd originally suggested players have the ability to put off births or even get rid of them at a certain point. The fairness decided that was that it be a decision made at a point equal to what it was in the human society. 12 weeks. A short break, she could then pass off the fully fitted coding to either another person, use it for herself, or use it to spawn an off-spring at a preset age (proportional to the carry age). On average a child carried to 12 weeks would spawn in as a 6 year old. That was way too young. She didn't want to help and look after a child that young. If you pasted such a face on top of another though, it'd take on their age... and grow from that point forward. Yes that was good. If someone like her could wind up pregnant though, she wouldn't be surprised if there were a great number of children already here. "Beatrice how many children are currently in the kingdom?" she asked. "Define children, ma'am?" she asked. Oh right age ranges mattered here. Well big picture first she needed her idea to finish. "Under 18." she said Beatrice gave it some thought. She'd been receiving people for quite a while. She'd treated a lot of people for a lot of different things, the number of children in this place were... "About 1400..." she said looking at the woman. What a large number. That was way too many. "Alright gather all of them in the throne room. Arrange them by age... quick as you can." The idea settled. The nun had a bit of a wicked grin on her face but simply bowed and left. "As you wish."

[Bloodedge]

"You are pregnant. That is what happens when sperm enters the womb," Charles said with great distaste. How could she have the audacity to be surprised by this information? Over the past week, today included, Kolin's body had accepted the seed of three men─ two of whom deposited gratuitous amounts over the course of this most recent four days. This spawn was not the fault of the recent Izou; it had to be one of the others. "Either the knight, or the Argonaut. I'm guessing the latter, after how much still dripped from you on the deck," the executioner explained, seeming only more agitated by the second. At this rate, he should have been the one throwing, slamming, and breaking things around the room. The one death he had been guaranteed to deliver the world since contracting himself to this Avatar, he could not claim until a child was born. Kolin hardly had little enough negative karma to build much more through use of Charles, so it seemed he would be waiting around for nine entire months before claiming his bounty. This wasn't the way. How many of her identities had he been accompanying since the first one he claimed? Enough that he knew, they were well beyond the usual five year maximum.

Ah, but there was hope. Kolin knew what to do, and that would hasten the process, if she rid herself of it soon. Charles waited around without any semblance of light in his eyes, but with impatience in his soul. What would she do? Something unsightly, for certain. He wouldn't be very surprised at all if she killed the unborn child, but her earlier words implied something... far worse when combined with her request for this land's current children. Whatever the case, he could only wait and see. . .

[Apollymi]

What was this? Kolin was throwing a tantrum but Charles was still talking. Of course he was, he was one of those. He wasn't afraid of her, he was contracted but not in the same way as everyone else. He didn't owe her a thing and would speak with truth and annoyance in his tone. He reminded her of her sexual endeavors, which she supposed he would know, due to his constant proximity to her. How had she forgotten, she'd actually bedded Lot before they'd left Zuria. "Ugh, I might be sick." she mentioned feeling a bit light headed at the thought. Lot was such a forgettable lay, that he had been lost in her mind. If she gave birth to a kid of his she'd definitely kill it. In fact, if one red hair showed anywhere she'd tear that child to pieces with her bare hands.

Ah, but at least there wasn't all bad news from the Executioner. He claimed that it was more likely to belong to Jason by sheer quantity of emission. She actually hoped it was his by this point. Also this meant that Charles had known she was pregnant for much longer than she had. Well, she supposed that was another use for him. At the very least, Izou was clear to do what he wished for a while longer. Though, it was far from ideal for her to have to grow a kid to a certain age before layering it on top of some other kid. No muss, no fuss, no raising babies. No upset Jason, because she'd not her done job and killed his babies. Oh, that was a lovely thought, he'd be happy with her right? She wouldn't be useless if she actually had a kid for him right? Wait. That wasn't important at all. No. Why the hell did she think such a thing. All the while, for the next couple of hours. She stormed around her room. People came in eventually, scurrying about to clean up the mess she'd created. More than that, ran her a bath to calm her nerves. They left her food they did literally everything for her, and she never had to say an extra word. It was good to be the queen. All the while children in the Kingdom were being gathered in the throne room. All of them arranged by age in large clusters in front of the throne. How very interesting. Beatrice had no idea what this woman intended, but she knew for a fact that her temper couldn't really be trusted. Given all the things she'd been asked for in the last few days, she was at a complete loss as to what this woman intended. How interesting... she didn't think any mortal could be so amusing. A couple of hours later, she was returning to that same bedroom now clean to announce her success. "Ma'am, everything is ready whenever you wish to return to the throne room. The children have been told to be quiet upon your entry so you have nothing to worry about." The children she mentioned were all frightened. Something about this woman absolutely terrified every single one of them. To keep that woman as far away from them as possible, even infants weren't crying. How strange. "I've been going crazy but I know what to do. Come on then." she mentioned. Kolin had dressed in a sheer little gown which her breasts still almost spilled out of. She wasn't wearing shoes but didn't feel like they were needed and she wore several different pieces of jewelry. She looked like a queen roused from her sleep. Not one about to make some kind of procalmation to the youth of the kingdom. No matter, she'd enter the room and began looking over the children. She didn't stop until she reached the age range she wanted to look over closest. The 15 to 17 year old ones.

[Bloodedge]

There was nothing more for Charles to say. As events transpired in the near future, he would be attentive as always, waiting for his opportunity to end yet another existence the world detested. Well over a thousand children were present in the throne room by the time of Kolin's arrival, all frightened to silence. That is... except one. Among 1400 individuals of age 18 and under, there was one particular girl not far from her 16th birthday. Her face implied infinite quantities of spite as she stood with supple legs spread wide, arms crossed under her well-rounded bosom. She was shapely enough to make one believe she was well-fed, at least until arriving here. Alas, she bore the hair of a brown mutt─ shaggy and just long enough to intrude upon the view of emerald eyes. Multiple times while standing in nothing more than tattered blue cloth, this girl scoffed and grimaced in spite of the hushed whispers sent her way by nearby peers.

What was the point of being silent? Some bitch of a queen who resulted in these residuals of broken families had them all brought here, and why? Probably to gloat about how they were her servants for life, or some half-baked bullshit like that. She wouldn't stand for it. If it took her life, such an eventuality would be better than dealing with servitude to... wait, what the hell was that? The woman herself had arrived, boasting proportions that were so unearthly, she should have caved to the power of gravity decades ago! No! She would not be at the mercy of this woman, no matter the cost! The girl herself boasted an hourglass figure, but what sort of time did someone need to tell with that body? Surely her glass could hold enough sands to pass a lifetime or twelve; it was repulsive enough that this girl gagged, and spat on the floor mere moments after witnessing the... queen, or whatever she thought to call herself.

[Apollymi]

Kolin searched through a sea of faces. If she was going to basically adopt one of these children there as a certain criteria they needed to meet. She wouldn't have some child attached to her own name, whimpering and cowering in fear. She couldn't look on a child with any sort of favoritism who didn't at least have the heart to look annoyed by a summons like the one she'd caused. Would she even find someone to meet that kind of basic understanding of her. She was all the way near the seventeen year old group when she heard someone gag and spit. She looked up to find a girl with a decent figure with her arms crossed under her chest. She looked. Annoyed! How nice. She stepped towards this one and looked her over. A muddy brown mop hid eyes she was almost certain were full of spite. Her body language, that sass, and the grimace of her mouth. Oh, it would be this one. "Oh? You look extra bitchy... show me your eyes," Kolin ordered, she needed to make sure this girl was actually what she was looking for. What would this girl say and do? Would she attack? That'd be interesting... Would she cower? No. Nothing about this girl said she'd cower. She might have have something extra to say though. She should acquiesce though, the queen's patience was far from normal right now.

[Bloodedge]

Oh, of course. Of all the youths here in this massive room, it had to be her approached by that bitchy-looking bimbo. Ugh, she was even blonde; could things have been any worse? In addition to having the most easily-stereotyped physique, she had to have the dumbest hair color to ever exist in any reality. Why did that woman come her way specifically? She had nothing but distaste for this entire situation, but it seemed that was the opposite of what would free her of a direct approach. She looked bitchy, did she? Talk about pots talking to kettles, or whatever that damned saying was. What the hell was she going to do by being able to see the girl's eyes? If she wanted to be so demanding about everything, what kept her from sweeping those brown locks out of the way herself? The girl was at least moderately comfortable with her arms crossed, so she offered nothing but a glare. Alas, the gleam of hatred in her eye accentuated those green hues even through the coverage of her hair. "There's a lot of other eyes here. Shove 'em up your ass, why don'tcha?" was the lass' rebuttal.

[Apollymi]

Kolin stared down this girl who made no movements after being given a direct order. How strange, she didn't seem to mind this as much as she should have. Oh... more than that even. She had something to say did she. A statement so full of spite, she hadn't heard fall out of any mouth other than her own in quite a while. She was almost certain by this alone that this girl would do for the purpose she wanted her for. Ah, but the look would tell it, and she was still hiding behind that mop of brown hair. Still that reaction was surprisingly refreshing. "Hahahaha~" a laugh, this queen laughed at this girl's words. Of course she would, Kolin had absolutely nothing to fear from anything, she was also unhinged but she liked what she liked. "You're just full of sass. I kind of like that, and you aren't scared at all are you? No, not an ounce of fear..." Kolin said sweeping that hair out of the way in time enough to catch an ominous glare from those startling green eyes. "You're furious and bitter. A bit young for that... you know. Take a load off... lighten up. You'll get wrinkles, holding your face like that," she mentioned as if it was the best advice she could give. What a pretty girl. Even at base she was quite attractive... she'd hate this girl if she was competition. She had so much ahead of her, she could be something interesting if she took even the slightest bit of care for herself. Actually the outfit she wore reminded Kolin a bit of her own recent clothing alterations while she was on the ship. Yeah, this one was definitely it, the one she'd be keeping to get rid of her most recent mistake. "You'll do. Beatrice, make sure this one is given a nice room, clothes and a bath. Keep her well-fed, away from mediocre dick and happy. Give her whatever she wants, don't let her leave though..." she gave that instruction directly to the crazed looking nun before going to sit on her throne. "Please come along ma'am..." said the nun. And though the words seemed nice the Nun's eyes were full of malicious intent. It was like at any moment she'd simply snap the girl's neck rather than do everything she'd been told. This girl wasn't easily threatened, but there was a certain aura of purposeful meanace around this particular woman of the cloth. Yep, that one was out of the way, but there were still a large number of children here that she didn't want to deal with. The older ones could be used and kept for various purposes, but the youngest of them... well... they were all but useless to the kind of place she was trying to run. This wasn't a kid friendly environment. This entire kingdom was a brothel. A wicked smirk passed this woman's face as she realized the answer to her problem was now looking her in the face.

[Bloodedge]

Why was this woman laughing? Oh, naturally, she hadn't a single thing to fear from a lone girl with an attitude about her. That stupid bitch even thought she was in the proper position to give the girl advice, after taking it upon herself to unveil those emerald orbs. The girl spat into the throne room's floor once again, turning her gaze away from Kolin. "Got nothin' left to lose, lady. That's your dumbass fault," the girl barked. Whatever family she once had, was no more. Her mother's legs were probably locked behind her own head by now, and her father was likely looking down into the face of a different woman in that same position. Whatever the case, neither of them even remembered having a daughter at this point.

Apparently, she would suffice for something. What for, though? Clothes? A bath? Food, apparently not 'mediocre dick' as the older woman put it, and whatever she wanted to make her happy? Whatever she wanted─ that was an interesting topic that brought the light of curiosity to the girl's eye. She began to wonder what she could get away with if she just rolled along for a moment. What could be gained from this? Well firstly, there was the matter of that weird nun brought to do as the queen ordered. Something was very wrong with this woman. Her eyes, her general expression, even something about the way that habit looked on her─ all of it was creepy enough to nearly make that queen tolerable by comparison. Briefly looking as if she wanted to vomit, the girl did what came naturally to her after a few moments of hesitation.

Arms unfolded as if she intended to follow along, but what happened first was her right hand passing through the air toward the nun's face. Looking at that woman of the cloth, she was actually creeped-out enough that she felt a burning desire to slap her. Impulsive as she was, that seemed to be the plan. "Whatever I want, huh? You and any other church women here, don't look at me. Ever. Gross."

[Apollymi]

Oh, the problems that befell this one were Kolin's doing? Well, that was about to be expected. Actually, she'd been breaking up families and homes on this continent for hundreds of years. This girl's problems with her were far from new, so Kolin couldn't even be the slightest bit cross about them being brought to light. "Shit happens kid, sometimes everyone is shit... it's better if you get used to it ahead of time," she said as if she felt something more than just her passing episodes of madness. Whatever was going on with Kolin and the faces she bore, she might not have been as absolutely crazed as she often seemed. Still, with every moment of clarity seemed to come several more of exactly the opposite. Muddled confusion and chaos came from Kolin most of the time.

At the same time Beatrice had this young girl move at her rather quickly. It was obvious by the look the nun was given that this child was unsettled by her presence. She had that effect on all children actually. It was exactly that feeling which kept them from crying or looking towards her while she was in the room. Ah, but such was simply apart of her nature. But she'd been given instructions. She was spoiling this child, preparing for some sort of ritual sacrifice perhaps? Or maybe Kolin secretly enjoyed women and liked the figure this one presented. Whatever the case, Beatrice would follow Kolin's orders to the letter. And if she was meant to keep this child happy, she would do so by following the orders she was given. She was less than surprised when the girl reached out to slap her face. So, she didn't want to be looked at by Beatrice herself or any woman of the cloth. That made sense... she probably felt unnerved by looking at Beatrice, only adults didn't notice how very different Beatrice was an existence. Kolin watched this slap be delivered and laughed again. "Great fucking choice..." she said seemingly pleased by the showing. Actually this girl couldn't have been more like her desires, if she'd actually given birth to her. Beatrice hearing the positive reaction of the mad queen went along with all of this keeping her head bowed low. "As you wish, ma'am. I still require you to follow..." she said that head of hers turned away from the lass as she aimed to lead her deeper into the building. She'd take her to one of the better rooms near Kolin's own. It also came with a bath and attached closet. There were quite a few servants wandering about and they'd be given instructions. The only major change to occur here would be that after the girl was within the threshold of the room, an enchantment would be triggered which would lock her into it. This chamber was hers, others could enter and exit at her whims, but she could not. She'd have anything she wanted through communication except the ability to leave until Kolin did whatever it was this girl was good for.

[Bloodedge]

Shit happens. That was such a casual, unacceptable excuse of an answer. Could the one at fault truly say such a thing? Well apparently, the person in charge could do literally whatever the hell they wanted. Duly noted. Oh well; she didn't have much choice but to move on from there. The bitchy queen obviously would not listen to reason, and lashing out wouldn't serve much purpose. She would have to be content with seething, and apparently taking advantage of the sudden power she'd been given. What was that part for? Why have so many younglings brought here, if she was just going to pick out the angriest of them and offer special treatment? Maybe she broke so many families and did this because she was some barren old hag, unable to have her own children despite having a thousand cocks simultaneously jammed up her snatch. Maybe that was exactly the reason she was barren? Yeah... that made sense.

Sure, she could follow the creepy nun. She'd work that bitch to death, and do the same to everyone who seemed to be in league with the queen. En route to what would apparently be her own chambers here, there was a... man? Boy? Something. There was something stumbling through the corridor, seeming to have been through a rather tough time. Of course, it was Leorio, who strangely appeared satisfied with whatever happened to him. He was spaced-out, drooling just a bit. He was disgusting, but... there was something else. Why did he seem anything but hateful after what this country had obviously done to him? "Second thing I want: that guy," the lass said flatly before crossing a threshold she would, unknowingly, not be able to pass the other way.