Jamie Kilner sat at the desk that would serve as the center for her new, lewd business. Already she managed to get one employee, and she was expecting her to arrive this very day. She had written the girl into her books, and decided her starting payment for four-hundred gold coins. Some might think that pricing for a good lay was a bit expensive, but Jamie wanted to run a high class bordello, after all... not some cheap joint. There were more things on her charted menu for customers than just sex after all.
Keeping in mind of Rhy'Din's potpourri of different cultures and levels of magical and technological advancement, Jamie invested in something called a "telephone." It struck her as a strange device, being able to link the voices of two people at great distances. The greatest surprise to her was to learn that it wasn't because of magic, but magic's none too kind rival, science. She leaned back in her chair, looking at the thing on her desk, tapping at her chin thoughtfully.
Stockinged legs uncrossed before she stood from the chair, clawed fingers smoothing out the maroon, low-cut dress with faint black swirls that she wore. She gave a brief glance around her office and took the time to admire the dark red wallpaper that her demonic servants had decorated the room with. The tapestries and paintings of raw, primal promiscuity that hung over the walls added to the sensation of passion that she had been hoping to achieve throughout the entire mansion.
Ame Corrumpue Manor, both her home and soon to be a highly successful bordello, would bring back much of that missing aura of lust to balance the recent increase of wrath. She wanted the decor within it to help ease the release of those primal, instinctive urges that asked the myriad species of this multiverse to reproduce. However, like any demon would, she'd corrupt those urges and use them to taint the very essence of Rhy'Din's citizens. There was more to evil than just gross, macabre slaughterings and massive explosions after all.
Ah! Spiritual decay! That was the term she was looking for, and she'd look forward to making Rhy'Din very decadent. Much more than it already held a reputation for, anyway. She shivered a bit, already excited by the thought.
Then the knock came at the mansion's twin front doors, signifying her first employee's arrival. Just in time for the tour she had planned for her. Promptly she walked out of her office and into the hallway that would quickly take her to the foyer. Again another knock came, and her high heeled steps hurried her to those twin doors.
She couldn't help but let out a little excited giggle as she raced to answer....
Keeping in mind of Rhy'Din's potpourri of different cultures and levels of magical and technological advancement, Jamie invested in something called a "telephone." It struck her as a strange device, being able to link the voices of two people at great distances. The greatest surprise to her was to learn that it wasn't because of magic, but magic's none too kind rival, science. She leaned back in her chair, looking at the thing on her desk, tapping at her chin thoughtfully.
Stockinged legs uncrossed before she stood from the chair, clawed fingers smoothing out the maroon, low-cut dress with faint black swirls that she wore. She gave a brief glance around her office and took the time to admire the dark red wallpaper that her demonic servants had decorated the room with. The tapestries and paintings of raw, primal promiscuity that hung over the walls added to the sensation of passion that she had been hoping to achieve throughout the entire mansion.
Ame Corrumpue Manor, both her home and soon to be a highly successful bordello, would bring back much of that missing aura of lust to balance the recent increase of wrath. She wanted the decor within it to help ease the release of those primal, instinctive urges that asked the myriad species of this multiverse to reproduce. However, like any demon would, she'd corrupt those urges and use them to taint the very essence of Rhy'Din's citizens. There was more to evil than just gross, macabre slaughterings and massive explosions after all.
Ah! Spiritual decay! That was the term she was looking for, and she'd look forward to making Rhy'Din very decadent. Much more than it already held a reputation for, anyway. She shivered a bit, already excited by the thought.
Then the knock came at the mansion's twin front doors, signifying her first employee's arrival. Just in time for the tour she had planned for her. Promptly she walked out of her office and into the hallway that would quickly take her to the foyer. Again another knock came, and her high heeled steps hurried her to those twin doors.
She couldn't help but let out a little excited giggle as she raced to answer....