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Shaarn Nalos  - [Cathouse Corridor] -  FROM: The Red Light District - MAIN HUB


 

ScratchingPost (MainFloor) [SHAARN Nalos]

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THE SCRATCHING POST

"The purveyors of new fetishes since...always."

BOTTOM LEVEL


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Madam Gianna Valentina: Proprietress of the Scratching Post

Madam Gianna Valentina (REF)

 

Madam Gianna Valentina

(Madam and Proprietress)

(She/Her)

Half-Elf--Red-hair--Green eyes--Known for her 'endowments'


❤️ Has a soft spot for beautiful things

❤️ Well-respected by all levels of Shaarn society

❤️ Many doors can be opened for those who earn her favor...

❤️ Has been courted by even the uppermost escheleon of Shaarn

❤️ Is said to know something about everyone who is anyone within Shaarn

❤️ Has the unofficial protection of both the Shaarn Tribunal Council & the Monstrum Vernandi Guild

❤️ "Entertains" on a very exlusionary basis -- consider yourself lucky if she offers (especially if she offers 'one on the house')


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A sizeable section of Shaarn Nalos is dedicated to all types of cathouses and brothels where it's almost guaranteed that one can find something to scratch their itch.  The ward is officially named Bordello Barrio, but residents of both Shaarn Nalos & Anthos affectionately call it, "Cathouse Corridor".  

The Scratching Post is a large, upscale cathouse in Shaarn Nalos with an excellent reputation, and comes highly recommended for those who are looking for the most beautiful men and women to spend some time (and money) on.  Although their prices are higher than other establishments, patrons of The Scratching Post are guaranteed that their requests -- no matter how unusual -- will be handled with the utmost discretion. 

The Scratching Post caters to all predilictions, whether someone is looking for company who's male, female, or other.  There's also a number of what they call "Exotics" available as companions, so long as you can afford to pay.  Exotics can be anything from animal hybrids, were-creatures, Tieflings, vampires, Orcan, rare Elf breeds, Aeros, and more.

This is a three floor establishment, with the decorations and amenties growing more luxurious -- and more expensive to access -- the higher up you go. 

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  • The Bottom Level is open to the general public and is where the most inexpensive escorts can be viewed.  If one wishes, they may meet the escort at the ground floor Bar prior to hiring their services.  Once a patron has made a decision, they can buy time with their chosen escort through the Front Desk.  At this price level, all transactions will be completed in The Cat House, located outside at the back of the premises. 
  • Access to the Second Level requires payment of an entrance fee or the purchase of a VIP Pass (1 day only, unless special arrangements are made with one of the Madams).  At this price tier, patrons will have access to the VIP Lounge, nicely appointed Private Rooms, and are invited to view the Burlesque Shows that are perfomed on the second floor stage. The escorts at this level have their own private rooms and therefore can be met and hired directly.  There are also specialty rooms and dungeons available at this level.
  • Finally, the Third Level is the highest price tier and where requests for and time with, our Exotics may be placed and bought.  Access to the Third Floor is heavily guarded and may only be accessed two ways: cash or invitation.  Once access has been granted, patrons will be met with a luxurious Private Lounge and Bar, with three stages where concurrently run Burlesque & Strip Tease shows are put on.  There are a number of richly appointed Private Suites available in which to spend your time with our Exotics or top-tier escorts (ie: most expensive).  There are a couple of extensively outfitted BDSM dungeons and a variety of specialty rooms available at this level for those who's tastes trend in that direction.

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An example of our  'Exotics'

Brothel Girls [SHAARN Nalos] (3)

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The Cat House

The Cat House (SHAARN NALOS)

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Exclusive VIP Burlesque & Striptease Stage

Brothel & Cathouse (Burlesque) [SHAARN Nalos] EDIT w Frame

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One of our ' Specialty Rooms'

Specialty Dungeon Room (Brothel) [SHAARN Nalos] (1)

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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TOM CAT

A Felonious Feline 

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“Cats are the lap-dancers of the animal world. Soon as you stop shelling out, they move on, find another lap. They're furry little sociopaths. Pretty and slick -- in love with themselves. When's the last time you saw a seeing-eye cat?” 

― Andrew Vachss


[OOC: from Shaarn Anthos -- Hotel de Glace, First Floor]

 

Tom-Cat felt a little bad for leaving Miiya behind.  All the same he’d been hoping to be able to fence everything and meet with Myrae without having to involve her.  It’s not that he doesn’t want to involve her, per se; rather he guessed that his Teleskela would be less than thrilled with where he needed to go in order to find a decent middleman who wouldn’t rob them blind.  After all, the catling understood that the cathouses and brothels were the ideal venues to make contacts for activities that weren't strictly legal. 

Given his history, Tom-Cat found it simple to get along with the working guys and girls, and he found that he was always well taken care of by the establishment's personnel and proprietors. He didn't know why—maybe it was something in his attitude or gaze that suggested a kindred spirit—but the madams, prostitutes, and high-paid escorts at those facilities always just adored him to bits and couldn't seem to stop themselves from openly doting on him..

So to say that the catboy was typically well taken care of at the cathouses and brothels he visited, would be something of an understatement. To be honest, he banked on it, because it never hurts to have the favor of the individuals who, by virtue of their employment,  practically always had a finger on the pulse of a city's underground market.  Furthermore, obtaining the madam's endorsement from a reputable cathouse or brothel gave an extra degree of security against being exploited by a low-level thief.  In a business where reputation is everything, a dirty dealer could be blackballed from the community with just one negative word from a madam whispered into the right ears.

Tom-Cat flipped the coachman, Mick, a krowne—courtesy of  Faan—and told him to wait for him, no matter how long he took.  Mick gladly pocketed the coin and said to have as much ‘fun’ as he wanted—the coach would be waiting for whenever the felinoid returned.   After the catling disappeared inside, Mick and some of the other carriage drivers waiting around made a bet as to whether the pretty boy was at the Scratching Post to be  serviced or if he was at the brothel to provide  their services to some lucky bastard.  It was actually quite common for exotic or in-demand prostitutes to rent out rooms at the most well-known and high end brothels in the biggest cities around the worlde in order to extend their reach.     

 

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Ooh, you’re just so precious, I could eat you up!” crooned a silky feminine voice in Tom-Cat’s ear.  The catling blushed, but grinned at the woman ensconced on the divan with him.  His fangs charmingly dimpled his bottom lip the tiniest bit, making the vibrant red-head coo with delight and reach out a slender finger to trace the outline of a furry ear.  Tom-Cat endured the contact, letting none of the cold hurt that jagged through him bleed into his expression, but Madam Gianna still noticed the brief rigidness that tightened his spine.  She dropped her hand from his ear to his knee and her emerald green eyes softened in sympathy.  

Oh il mio bellissimo gatto,” she said, squeezing his leg, then cupping his chin.  “It’s okay.  There’s no judgment here—trust me.  We all have our past demons.”  She stroked her thumb across the defined line of his jaw empathetically as he peered at her from beneath the thick fringe of his lashes.  “You’re safe here.”   Then the buxom half-elf moved in and softly brushed her mouth against his, kissing him so tenderly, that, for a fleeting instant, Tom-Cat felt something stir inside of that lost, lonely area of his soul that had been chronically starved of affection. 

Still, Tom-Cat jerked away, feeling guilty and wrong—she wasn’t who he wanted.  Or needed.  He wrapped his tail around his calf and averted his gaze, but  Gianna tilted his face back up and caught his eyes with her own.  “There’s no shame, bellissimo,” she said.  “You didn’t do anything wrong.”  The lovely half-elf smiled warmly.  “Who is she?” she asked, giving him a knowing look.

What?” Tom-Cat replied, feeling a hot flush creep up his neck.  

Madam Gianna laughed, though not at him.  “Believe me—I know when a man’s in love.”  She tweaked his nose playfully.   “And honey, you’ve got it bad.”  Her tone was teasing and Tom-Cat felt himself grin a little.  He dropped his eyes and rubbed a palm across the back of his neck, his lips twisting ruefully.

It’s…she’s…” he began, before sighing.  “Special.  Imporrrtant to me.”  He paused and ran his fingers through his hair.  “Morrre than she knows…orrr maybe even carrres.”  He slumped back against the plush cushions and tilted his head back against the divan.  He swallowed against the sudden constriction of his throat.  His tail swished restlessly. “Sometimes…sometimes…” he trailed off for a moment, and then continued in a small, cracked voice.  “It scarrres me how much I lov—carrre about herrr.”  He absently rubbed a hand over the scars hidden by the inside crease of his arm.  Although what actually  scared him, the thought that plagued him that had become ever more prevalent since dying and returning was that she didn’t—and may never—feel the same way.

The buxom (and quite lovely) Madam Gianna Valentina felt her heart go out to the boy, recalling her own days of young love—and young heartbreak.   The red-haired half-elf pinched his cheek.  “Oooh, you’re so cute; I’m tempted to keep you for myself!” she exclaimed with a teasing grin.  “I still might,” she warned, though her tone was mostly joking.  “In the meantime, what can I help you with, honey? Since we both know you didn’t come here for my services or the attention of any of my girls—or guys—you must be here for something else.”  Gianna leaned in and settled a hand on his ankle, giving the catboy a coy smile.  “But if you were ever to change your mind, bellissimo, it’s on the house.”  The half-elf winked.  

Tom-Cat grinned back, relaxing a little.  He understood Gianna’s flirtiness, her forward attitude.  Truth be told, it was almost comforting to him—he knew this worlde and knew how to navigate it.  After all, it used to be his worlde, too.  He also knew that opening up to the Madam a tiny bit had put him exactly where he wanted to be—within her good graces.  The catling sat up and casually draped an arm over the half-elf’s shoulders, flashing fang.  

Gianna laughed and pinched his cheek, then listened as Tom-Cat disclosed what he’d come to the Scratching Post to accomplish.

 

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About two hours later, Tom-Cat exited the Scratching Post carrying a different and noticeably heavier bag than when he’d first entered.  He was accompanied by Madam Gianna Valentina, who was shadowed by two members of her personal security.  Mick’s eyes widened in surprise at seeing the buxom half-elf in person—rumor of Gianna’s, err, beauty certainly didn’t do her any justice.  The coachman scrambled to swing open the half-door of the open top carriage, openly gawking at the shapely Madam; he fumbled to shut the door after the catling hopped into the coach.  Mick’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when Gianna leaned over towards the catboy, folding her arms across the top of the carriage door.  

Thanks forrr yourrr help, Madam Valentina,” Tom-Cat said with a cheeky grin.  The red-head laughed and grabbed his chin, tugging him forward.  She gave him a small peck on the lips and then released him.  The catling’s cheeks burned hotly.  

That’s Gianna to you, la mia bella,” she corrected, affecting a stern, albeit playful tone.  “And no worries,” she said, sighing a little as she looked into his kohl-rimmed eyes.  “Desmond and the Monstrum Vernandi owe me many favors,” she said quietly enough that only Tom-Cat would hear.  “The least they could do for me was give il mio bellissimo gatto a good deal.”  She smiled and Tom-Cat grinned back at her.

Good deal was right; thanks to Gianna, Tom-Cat was pretty certain that the fence Desmond had put him in contact with had actually lost money.  He reached out and kissed the back of Gianna’s slender hand.  “Thank you, Gianna.  I owe you one.”  Tom-Cat leaned up to speak into one of the half-elf’s delicately pointed ears.  “Should you everrr need the serrrvices of someone with ‘quiet hands’, then you know who to ask forrr,” he said.  A corner of the catling’s mouth twitched up into a grin.  “On the house.

Gianna playfully tapped his nose.  “Il mio bellissimo gatto,” she said, kissing each of his cheeks.  “Take care of yourself.”  She winked.  “And do come visit.

Tom-Cat smiled at her and told Mick to head to the Shaarn Anthos Healing Spa & Bath House.   He waved to Gianna as the carriage pulled away and wended its way out of lower Shaarn.

 

[OOC: to the Shaarn Anthos: Healing Spa & Bath House]

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la mia bella
"My pretty one"

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Il mio bellissimo gatto
"My beautiful cat"

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bellissimo
"beautiful"

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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Miiya

From: The Skies Above

Downsharnn was no easier than climbing Upsharnn, but it was faster. Miiya beat a course straight in heading, but zig-zag in altitude. She would beat a level tangent out from the slope of the city and then fold her wings in tight and free-fall in a ballistic arc, losing altitude but maintaining speed. A glide would have been easier but slower. Even at quarter-extension, the drag of Miiya’s enormous wings cut her top speed down dramatically from what she could achieve falling at terminal velocity.

So.

Don’t. 

Glide.

The aeros in fit fighting form. Every moment, of the past few days, she had not spent searching for Tom, she had employed in stuffing her face, flying, or training with Dirge--often two or three of those at the same time. Sprinting at full throttle was burning through her strength and endurance, but she had plenty to spare. 

Please. 

Be. 

Home.

Verhyd’s office window had been dark. She had spied it just after launching from the Du Glace. Miiya had never visited his apartment at The Scratching Post in Sharnn Nalos, but he had mentioned his lodging a few times, and Miiya had coincidentally visited The Cattery on her quest to find Tom.

If Verhyd was out on the town instead of at his lodging, then Miiya would have to do this alone. She could search the city streets from on high or race downsharn, but not both. 

Please.

Be.

Home!

The Aeros girl whirled into The Scratching Post still dumping momentum, her wings only just clearing the double-doors she had crash-kicked open. “VERHYD! WHERE’S VERHYD!?” She screeched to all in general, including a rather bemused Madam Valentina. 

The Madam’s expression indicated she did not approve of excitable Aeros bowling over her guests, her girls, and setting the lamps and lanterns of her establishment jouncing madly with her gusty entrance. “In the Cattery, I imagine. Would you like to… leave a message for him?” She suggested, having no intention of this excitable young Aeros going anywhere within her establishment, save back out the front door as soon as possible.

YES!! TELL HIM TO MEET ME AT THE OUBLIETTE!! TOM’S LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!” Miiya was broadcasting at the top of her lungs, which--her being of the flighted folk--had considerable capacity. Her mind, on the other hand, was fairly jammed up with worry and haste; so much so that she did not pause to explain who “ME” or “TOM” were before turning and starting her takeoff run from WITHIN the cathouse. 

Giana sighed as a couple of lamps that had survived Miiya’s entrance succumbed to the gale of her departure, teetering, then toppling, then crashing to the stone floor and shattering. She brushed an errant strand from her face as the thunderstruck employees and clientele gathered the wits Miiya’s tornadic visit had scattered. That girl had certainly been an unwelcome visitor. Still… the Madam’s left eyebrow quirked just a hair. She couldn’t have been talking about that Tom.

Could she?

Just in case, Madam Valentina dispatched one of her runners to deliver the message to her tiefling lodger--though she was fairly certain that everyone within a three block radius had heard and comprehended the girl’s shouts--be they awake, asleep, or dead. 


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-=| Verhyd Duellar Umbr'm IV |=-

[OOC: from THE SUMP - Shaarn Nalos [Boracic Borough]]

The unlikely pair of tiefling and raven trekked from The Sump and onto the streets of Nalos, their steps aimed toward the Cattery. Verhyd let Gorze know everything that he’d missed during his absence of the past week, which included meeting Miiya and their search for her missing friend. For the benefit of the familiar, he shared his honest opinion regarding the disappearance, that it was unlikely Tom-Cat was missing voluntarily and that he was actively avoiding being found (unlike the elder tiefling they’d been tracking off and on for the past months). 

He concluded with, “Something sinister is afoot, I’m hoping you could lend your aid; you always have an ear pointed to likely places.”

The raven clacked his beak in response and lifted higher in the air, but didn’t stray from sight. 

As they approached the bordello barrio, Verhyd was prepared to circle the rear of the cathouse to climb the stairs to his apartment but a commotion at the front of the establishment drew his attention and he found himself approaching the entrance out of curiosity. It was rare to see a stir at the front, as the bouncers preferred to shunt troublemakers out the back to preserve a façade of gentility. But this was the lower city and anything was possible.

Over the threshold, he found the public area was not in its normal working state. It was in a bit of a shambles, with the staff and clientele in varying states of bemusement. Though, if there had been a threat present, it was not visible and he could see servants working to clean the mess. 

An unruly client, he presumed and was prepared to leave, only to be stopped by Madam Valentina herself, her full lips pressed into a moue. 

“Verhyd. Duellar. Umbr'm! The Fourth!” Her typically sultry voice was sharp with irritation. 

He fought back a grimace, whatever she wanted it could not be good, it was never good when someone used his full name. 

The redhead braced a hand on the curve of her hip and leaned forward, ire flashing in her green eyes. “This mess is your fault!” 

“Pardon?”

“Your young Aeros ‘friend’ flew -FLEW- inside these rooms and caused all this chaos!”

He felt his eyebrows raise to his hairline, surprised that Miiya was the cause of disarray inside the cathouse. Truth be told, this was more the type of accidental bedlam he was used to inciting. “I’m sure she had her reasons...” The excuse trailed off as eyes darkened with kohl narrowed warningly. 

“She did seem rather urgent to find you.” The look Madam gave Verhyd this time was full of calculation. “She left a message but it, and the damage to my establishment, will cost you.” 

Verhyd knew she wasn’t just speaking of gold but if Miiya had sought him here (they'd only departed a few hours ago, afterall), then it must be important. He removed his glasses, tucking them into a pocket, as he moved closer toward the half-elf, ignoring the nearby bouncer that thought to intervene. Straightening to his full height, he invaded her personal space, so close that a deep inhale would cause their chests to touch. The position also forced her to crane her head back to look him in the face. 

In the past, his conversations with the madam had been kept to a mild flirtation and teasing innuendo, but this time he did not waste any pretty words. “Fine. One night. Now, what’s the message.” 

Madam Valentina was not intimidated by the healer, nor did she feel any remorse over her small ultimatum. The corners of her lips lifted briefly in victory, as she settled her hand over his chest. “I knew you’d come around eventually, guapo.”

He flashed a fang, not a smile, but a promise for later. He would see the lady well compensated for her 'magnanimity'. Impatience touched his voice as he gritted out the words, “The message?”

Despite her buried concern over the message the Aeros had left for the tiefling - could it be her bellissimo gatto? - Madam Valentina couldn’t resist stroking a hand down his shirtfront one last time before stepping stepped back with a sigh, “She said to meet her at the Oubliette and that Tom’s life depended on it. Do you know where that is?”

He nodded tersely. “The fight pit.”

He’d only visited the place once, early on arriving in Shaarn, and hadn’t returned since, preferring to not see the combatants beat each other bloody, or worse. Not waiting to hear any more, he went to the exit, pausing only momentarily as Madam Valentina called out to him, her voice neither angry nor sultry, “Verhyd… be safe. Good luck!”

Outside, Verhyd whistled loudly for Gorze to follow and took off toward the Grand Arena, his lengthy strides eating up the ground in a near run. 

OOC: to the GRAND ARENA - Fight Pit [The Oubliette]]


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(Scratching Post LPC)


Madam Gianna Valentina

Madam of the Scratching Post brothel

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“I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.“ 

—  Jeffrey McDaniel

 

Like most successful and well-patronized brothels, the Scratching Post  never truly slept.  Unlike “normal” businesses that might expect to see a morning, midday, or late afternoon rush, cathouses normally saw their busiest times during the long hours of the night.  The Scratching Post  was no different, and even as the events unraveled and quite literally blew up at The Oubliette  in the Casino District several blocks away, the brothel was experiencing a heavier than usual flow of traffic through its doors.

And it didn’t take Madam Gianna Valentina long to discover that the situation at the fight pit was very much responsible for the sudden influx of patrons pouring through the Scratching Post’s doors.

After all, news travels fast in a place like Shaarn Nalos.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that Gianna had sent out her own agents to observe the happenings at The Oubliette  in the whirlwind wake of the Aeros girl’s chaotic arrival—and even more haywire departure.  Despite the air of calculation and casual flippancy she’d displayed when she’d made her arrangement with Verhyd, the tiefling’s uncharacteristically terse and unamused manner had engendered a sense of disquiet within her that she hadn’t been able to shake.  Gianna initially told herself that she was being silly, that it was probably nothing, and that the “Tom” the Aeros girl had mentioned couldn’t possibly be that  Tom.

It couldn’t possibly be her bellissimo gato

…Right?

Still, there’d been something truly desperate in the Aeros’ wild eyes and in the echo of her voice (ear-piercing as it’d been), that told the half-elf that there’d been some unquestionable truth to the girl’s words.  

‘....Tom’s life depends on it!’

The girl’s message bounced around in Gianna’s head after she, and then the tiefling, had hastily departed.  No matter what she did or what she told herself, the madam simply couldn’t dispel the nagging sense of foreboding that had taken root, somewhere within her.  Had that delicious adorable little catboy really left that much of an impression on her? After all, he wasn’t the first beautiful face (or body, for that matter) to come through the Scratching Post’s doors and make Gianna’s acquaintance. 

Far from it.

And yet, the madam had to admit that the catling had been slow to fade from her mind, continuing to linger on the perimeter of her thoughts ever since he’d come to her, seeking to secure a contact to fence some loot.  There was just something about the catboy that seemed to insinuate itself in the mind and stick, like an unscratchable itch or an untouchable temptation.  She couldn’t really explain it. Certainly, he was undeniably exotic, but he also had no clue just how truly beautiful he was—and would someday be.  Maybe it was the unmistakable wild and feral aspect that stirred within the boy’s feline gazes—which was juxtaposed with an irresistible sweetness and undercut by a deep-seated sense of torment that also lingered in the depths of his eyes.  It all made for a potent brew of vulnerability, sensuality, and primal unpredictability that the madam suspected would act like chloroform on a great many people’s senses and not just her own.

It left Gianna wanting to gather the boy up and protect him against the things that had and continued to hurt him…but something else also made her want to pin the catling down and have a proper taste.

Maybe that should have made Gianna feel bad or filled her with some sort of shame, but she had long ago stopped feeling ashamed about her wants and desires.  Nor would she let anyone shame her for them, either.  Besides, the madam was, above all else, a practical woman.  She knew that her wishes would either be fulfilled or not, and she wouldn’t press the matter either way—unless the boy’s circumstances changed and he came to her, that is.  Still, she’d seen the honest love and devotion in the catling’s eyes when he’d spoken about the special girl in his life, and would never try to come between that.

Of course, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t flirt or ogle her bellissimo gato when given the opportunity. 

The boy’s embarrassed flush was just too cute.

Gianna was roused from her musings over the catboy when one of the men—one of her most reliable and trusted personal bodyguards—that she’d sent to observe the happenings at The Oubliette, breathlessly vaulted up the stairs to the second floor catwalk overlooking the brothel’s ground level, interrupting her restless pacing.  She waited with one slender hand on the swell of an ample hip as Claudius caught his breath.  Her emerald green eyes flashed as she took note of the sweat that clung to the man’s brow and correctly surmised that he must have sprinted all the way from the fight pit.  

The lingering sense of apprehension sharpened in her breast.

Gianna drummed her fingers anxiously against her collarbone as she waited impatiently for Claudius to deliver his report.  Claudius caught his breath after another second or two and finally straightened, focusing his attention on the buxom half-elf.  The line of his impossibly   square jaw was tense, his lips pressed into a grim line which was mirrored by the tightness that pulled at the corners of his eyes.  

Madam Valentina,” he began, the usual silvery tones of his voice uncharacteristically edgy and brittle.  “Marcelo is still inside of The Oubliette, but he was able to use the mindlink we share to keep me apprised of what was going on inside the arena.”  Marcelo was Claudius’ identical twin, and the pair had always shared a kind of psychic link, even as infants.  It was something that had come in handy more than once, especially in their duties to Gianna and the Scratching Post.  

I came back as fast as I could,” he continued.  “Gianna,” Claudius said, dropping any pretense of formality.  It’s not good news—your cat man had been held in The Oubliette and was forced to fight in the arena, for Amorea knows how long!”    A small, infinitesimal shudder rippled through him.  “Though, from what Marcelo was able to pick up from the crowd’s gossip, your friend has been there for at least a week—longer than any other champion in the fight pit’s history.”  Claudius gave Gianna a pointed look.  “And we both know that Holden doesn’t keep anything around that they don’t personally like…so I can only imagine what the kid went through.

Gianna’s blush red lips pulled down into a scowl at the news.  Her scowl deepened when Claudius mentioned Holden De’Ville.  The half-elf spat an Elvish curse at The Oubliette’s debased pit boss and proprietor.  She closed her eyes and frowned, impulsively massaging the slight crease between her eyes to prevent wrinkles.  There was a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach when she thought about what her poor bellissimo gato  might have suffered at Holden De’Ville's greedy vithin' hands.  After a second, her eyes snapped open, suddenly recalling something Claudius had said. 

What did you mean when you said that my bellissimo gato  ‘had been’ held in the fight pit?” Her piercing green eyes narrowed on her bodyguard.  “What’s happened to him?” she demanded harshly, a sudden, inexplicable spike of worry making the edges of her words sharp and biting.  

Claudius didn’t shrink from Gianna’s ire.  He instead drew in a calming breath and steadily met her narrowed gaze, before launching into a straightforward, surprisingly detailed explanation of what Marcelo had witnessed inside the pit, though he purposefully left out what he’d  witnessed on the street outside of the arena—namely, he decided not to disclose the brutal crash-landing he’d witnessed the Aeros girl and the catboy take as the pair tumbled off the roof and slammed into the ground below.

Gianna already looked worried enough.

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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-=| Verhyd Duellar Umbr'm IV |=-

[OOC: From GRAND ARENA - Fight Pit [The Oubliette]]

Verhyd made haste toward the Scratching Post, following closely on Gorze’s heels, the hound needing little guidance on their destination. He did little to hide their passing through the streets. Even though the hour was late, this part of Shaarn never slept, there were always eyes watching, but he ignored the curious gawking at the strange procession of unconscious Aeros draped over the back of a hellhound, trailed by a tiefling with the battered catling cradled against his chest. As soon as he made his presence known to the enforcers, it was a lost cause in truly hiding his movements, there weren’t many purple and horned warlocks within the city. Someone inevitably knew how to find the healer.

Aware that there was little time to waste, Tom-Cat’s breathing remained shallow becoming shallower still, and Miiya had yet to twitch a single feather, Verhyd had no choice but to push his way into the main entrance of the Scratching Post.

The doorman didn’t know what to make of the group, it was his job to never question or judge the tastes of the patrons but this was a new one for him.

Time at a premium and his patience non-existent, Verhyd bit out the words, “Fetch Madam Valentina! Quickly now!”

He needed a room to see to the pair and his apartment was too small. Hopefully, Madam would have something for his use… and be forgiving for what he was bringing onto her doorstep.


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Madam Gianna Valentina

Madam of the Scratching Post brothel

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“I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.“ 

—  Jeffrey McDaniel

 

The Scratching Post  was alive with activity, though it wasn’t the type of midnight rush that one would expect.  While there was still a fairly steady flow of clients coming to and fro, many of the brothel workers not currently entertaining clients had been pressed into other tasks by Madam Gianna Valentina herself.

And the brothel madam was not in the mood for any complaints or disobedience—something which a few of the more outspoken (and higher paid) VIP level prostitutes discovered when they’d balked at the madam's orders, immediately complaining that the madam’s special tasks would cut into their profits for the night.

To put it lightly, Gianna had not taken it well. 

Every VIP escort who'd protested Valentina's emergency reassignments, (and who'd obviously thought themselves too good for the "menial" work with which they'd been initially tasked) quickly found themselves unceremoniously relegated to the Scratching Post’s  ground level.  Furthermore, they suddenly found themselves temporarily demoted to the brothel’s lowest ranks and their cushy rates cut in half for the duration they would be entertaining hourly clients in the Cat House's far less luxurious accommodations, out back.

There hadn’t been any more protests or complaints, after that.

Currently, a dozen or so of the brothel’s workers rushed through the Scratching Post  with a palpable sense of urgency.  Three workers had been tasked to sanitize as many towels and rags as they could, while another three were charged with cutting and sterilizing as many bandage strips of varying sizes from a stack of white cotton sheets.  The six were in the cathouse’s laundry room as they worked to boil (to sterilize) and dry as many towels, rags, and bandages as they could—a task made easier due to a crafty invention that could miraculously dry sizeable loads of laundry by somehow harnessing the incredible heat from a large chunk of obsidian slag obtained from the lava pits in the Chasms of the UnderNeath.  The machine had been gifted to Madam Valentina by the repugnant Baron Karmen V. Winkelstith, one of the (many) times the creepy gnome had tried to woo the buxom half-elf by showering her with unwanted gifts. 

Nobody knew how ridiculously ironic it was that the Baron’s obsequious gift was what now helped the brothel workers quickly prepare the necessary linens and supplies that would be used to render lifesaving aid to the injured Aeros and Catboy.

Valentina had ordered three more of her workers ahead to prepare her second private suite in Cattery for two guests, with enough food, toiletries, and linens for an extended stay.  At the same time, she had sent Claudius to the Hotel du Glace in upper Shaarn in order to collect the catling and Aeros’ personal effects.  She sent her bodyguard off with a good amount of bribe money, just in case the staff at the Du Glace balked at letting a stranger into a guest’s room.  Before he’d left, Gianna had warned Claudius that there would be a shu-load of money in a huge rucksack amongst the catling’s possessions, and not to attempt to make the return trip to Nalos on foot.  She told him to hire the Du Glace coachman, Mick, to bring him to the Cattery when Claudius had successfully secured the catling and Aeros’ items.  

The remaining three workers were currently at the front of the house, greeting and directing incoming, non-VIP clientele to the ground floor bar and lounge, both of which were more secluded spaces and, more importantly, reduced the number of people lingering near the brothel’s entry and foyer.  Thanks to their efforts, there were only a couple of people loitering by the main entrance when Verhyd rushed past the doorman and burst into the Scratching Post with the bloodied and limp catboy cradled in his arms, and trailed by a monstrous looking….kamuk skukumdemon hound—carrying the equally limp Aeros girl draped across its broad back.

The tiefling’s curt call for the brothel madam had scarce left his lips when Madam Valentina was already striding across the room so quickly, it was almost as if she’d been waiting for him.

She had been.

Gianna’s eyes widened when her flashing green gaze fell upon the unconscious catboy cradled securely in Verhyd’s arms, an automatic gasp escaping her lips as she drew closer and saw the amount of blood that covered him. The half-elf couldn’t help but issue a horrified cry of dismay and grief when she drew close to the pair, and full, shocking scope of Tom-Cat’s injuries—both new and old—became apparent.

Oh il mio bellissimo gato!she cried, reaching out and laying a surprisingly gentle hand against the catling’s cheek.  She traced the fresh scar that now marked the left side of the catboy’s face, her gaze soft  “What did that deplorable kochon  do to you?” she murmured.  Her expression hardened, though she continued gently stroking her hand against the catling’s cheek.  “Do not worry, bellissimo—you are safe here.  Holden De’Ville would not dare to cross me or violate the sanctity of my establishment.”  The madam’s tone brooked no argument—Tom-Cat and the Aeros girl would find sanctuary at the Scratching Post.  

After a moment of tense silence, Giana finally took a step back and let her hand fall away from the catling’s cheek.  The gaze she turned onto Verhyd was hard as jade.  For now, there was nothing of her previous flirtiness in her expression—the tiefling wasn’t dealing with Gianna.  He was dealing with Madam Valentina, the proprietress and madam of the most successful cathouse in Shaarn Nalos.  

There was nothing light or flippant in either her expression or voice.  “Claudius told me what happened at The Oubliette,” she stated in a concise, no-nonsense tone. She didn’t explain who Claudius was, nor how she already knew about (almost) everything that had occurred at the fight pit, but the way she spoke left no question that she did.  “I suspected you’d come here and I’ve prepared one of my private suites in the Cattery for il mio bellissimo gato and his amor—you can treat them there.”  Valentina turned away and began striding towards the Cattery, gesturing for the tiefling and hellhound to follow.  “I’ve also prepared some dressings and bandages to be sterilized and prepared…”  Gianna trailed off as she glanced back at the catboy in Verhyd’s arms.  “I only hope it’s enough for what you need.

With that, Gianna led them to the nearby Cattery and to the private suite she’d had prepared for the injured couple.


[OOC: Gianna, Verhyd, & Gorze, along with Tom-Cat & Miiya (aka--their hopefully sorta-still-more-or-less-alive, Catboy and Aeros cargo) to Valentina's 2nd Suite - The Cattery, Suite #2A ]

 

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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Pete the Dryad

From: The Oubliette

The imposing facade and doormen of the brothel shook Pete from her shell-shocked reverie. The Dryad shrank back from the luxuriously appointed entryway under the baleful stares of the bouncers. “Too many bodies, sez Pete.” She told herself, consolingly, wandering down a brick and stone alleyway behind the cathouse, not exactly sure where or why she was going. 

When she had been healthier--while she still retained the vestiges of her wild beauty and her body had been more flesh than wood--brothels in the riverlands had been some of Pete’s earliest encounters with the demon races of the hellish worlde beyond her and Orange’s copse. She had been illicitly trafficked through a series of increasingly-destitute whorehouses that mirrored her own decline. Even the best of those places had been rude shacks compared to the worst The Scratching Post had to offer, and Pete did not recognize it for what it was. Though none of her traffickers had been kind, they had--at least--invested enough effort in Pete to teach her how to keep her body of flesh and bone alive and functioning even as the roots of her and Orange’s tree wended their way deeper into her core. Pete had learned how, what and when to eat as well as to clean and clothe herself as the demons did.

Pete had been softer then, a crippled girl with no name and little language to speak it even had she one. Her captors thought her simple because she barely spoke; because she seemed not to know even the most rudimentary of skills. The bandits brave--or perhaps they had just been desperate--enough to enslave a dryad, had pruned her branches to stumps and hidden them beneath her then-full and silken hair when they had sold her. Each subsequent captor had done the same when her branches regrew and they realized it was not a Uman or Elf they had bought, but a dryad. Only when her flesh had wasted away and her body had become rigid and stiff had she been relegated to menial labor, or sometimes freakshows. The food had grown more meager but at least her slavers had allowed her branches to fully regrow, at least hardly anyone wanted her flesh any longer.

Those years of abuse and decline had hardened Pete, body and soul. They had not, however, turned her heart wholly to wood. As she sank to yet another filthy alcove--a fetid stone refuge behind The Scratching Post--Pete began to wholly grasp what she had done. She had used the power of life to take away life. Lives. Many many lives. Demon lives, but lives nonetheless. 

Once upon a time, when wolves came to her copse, Pete had grown a stave and inflicted pain upon the predators until they learned to leave her alone. She had done one real injury and wept for days over the image of her limping away over the hill. Until now, that had been the only time Pete had ever willfully done harm. 

She did not want to do harm. She was not a vengeful demon. They must have killed thousands of her sisters to cut and shear and stack their bodies to make this hellish city. She would not stack their bodies as cordwood do harm as they did. She did not know common words for her, but Pete had an innate sense of the Urthmother and her will. That governess of all life did not want Pete to dominate do wrong as the demons did. Eat plant and flesh as predators did--if she must, to save herself and Orange. Inflict pain--maybe, if it was to save herself or others. 

But kill?

Maim? 

Destroy? 

Trade many many lives for her own her and Orange’s?

Pete put her face in her hands and whispered to her palms. “Shouldn’t have done that, sez Pete.” Yet even then, even telling herself so, and remembering how the injured and frightened had screamed and groaned, did not bring tears. She had grieved long over an injured paw once. Now, though, the lash of her guilt fell upon iron-like wood instead of flesh. “Yew dun wrong, Pete.” She muttered, without conviction.

The hands she chastised dropped from her face. Fingers twisted together and squeezed each other like the roots beneath her skin. 

“Even though they deserved et.”

 


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Corinne DeVille

From: The DeVille Residence

Corinne hoped that she looked as pale and sickly as she felt. She was utterly devastated by how Holden had abused, and that little skwitch had abducted, her darling Leona, and she needed the worlde to know it. Neither her husband, nor any of his thugs, could pass the threshold of the Scratching Post, so Corinne acted as a go-between on the rare occasions when there were matters to be settled between Holden and Valentina. While not welcome at Gianna’s place, Corinne was at least tolerated. 

The red-haired mistress of The Scratching Post had listened to Mrs. DeVille’s entreaties to see her love with a rather steely-eyed gaze, and Corinne worried that did not bode well for her chances to speak with dear Leona. Still, she had no other recourse but to wait as she was bade, hoping that Lady Valentina’s departure would soon be followed by the return of--or at least a visit to--her poor darling.

Corinne’s stricken expression soured further when, instead of Leona, his diminutive feathered abductor appeared and stalked over to her. 

 

“Who the yfrett are yew?” Miiya knew already, but didn’t pass up the chance to ask rudely. The Lady Valentina had counseled her on Corinne’s relationship to Tom-Cat’s captors, as well as her request to see Tom. She’d also warned Miiya against starting a fight inside the threshold of The Scratching Post. To that end, the two women had been afforded a semi-private booth, in one of the alcoves off the main room, where Gianna’s girls spent a little time getting to know their clients before heading to more private settings. The booths were easily observable from the bouncer’s stations, and Gianna had tasked on hefty-looking Uman to give Corrine and Miiya his undivided attention. 

 

“Where’s Leona?” Corinne countered, her narrowed eyes indicating she was only pretending to be flustered. “What have you done with him?!”

 

Oooh, this skwitch… Miiya was not in the mood for games. She knew Corrine was talking about Tom-Cat, and whatever that name was to her, hearing it pinned to Tom angered Miiya further. “Nobody here by that name, so yew can just frett right off.” She gave a little wave, not deigning to sit at the booth. “Bye.”

 

No…” Tears sprang to Corrine’s eyes as she worked herself up. “...you can’t deny he’s here! It’s not right! You people can’t keep me from my love!” She shook her head at Miiya. “I know y-you know him!” 

 

Miiya’s fists balled and she glanced over at the bouncer. He was pretty far away. She could probably break this skwitch’s nose, and maybe knock out some teeth before he got to them. “Yeah? And how do yew know that?” Her tone was low and dangerous. 

 

He had one of those, when I rescued him.” She pointed a shaking finger at Miiya’s wings. “One of your feathers.” 

 

Wait… what? Miiya went silent and pale for a split second as a whole bunch of thoughts jammed up trying to be the first to light up her amygdala. 

This skwitch has my Tipsu?!/What does she mean “rescued”?!/Would breaking her nose make her close her mouth d’yathink? 

 

Concern over Tom-Cat won out. “Whaddya mean “rescued”?” Miiya growled. Her fists did not unknot, but anger over the Tipsu had to sit in the second row, while thoughts about involuntary dentistry were relegated to the back seat. 

 

A tiny smile made it through Corrine’s distressed facade. So that was the key to the child standing between her and Leona. She made that smile look faded and weak as she carefully threaded together the tale of how she saved her dear captive Leona from the depravities of her monstrous husband.


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Miiya Aether

From: Apartment 2a

Miiya’s face twitched around her clenched jaw. Corrine’s tale alternately made her want to smash the lying skwitch’s face into the table, and run crying from the room. Because what if she’s not lying? The woman was beautiful, in a sallow haunted sort of way--in a lot of ways Miiya was not. As Corrine wove a carefully-curated tale of romance between her and her poor captive Leona, Miiya couldn’t help but imagine the pale specter-like woman wending lovingly around a beaten, abused, and abandoned Tom-Cat in the cold and dark of that lonely cell. 

Until an imaginary Miiya punched her ghostly kidneys out, that was. 

Because a hawk’s instinct was to loft and flee when a challenger appeared, even if that hawk had been the one to bring down the rabbit. Miiya wasn’t a hawk. She was more of a scrub jay. A “frett yew, coyote, I’ll peck yer yfretting eyes out! This is MY goddamn nest! Go find someone else’s to raid!” flavor of flyer.

Miiya really wanted the kidney punch to not be imaginary right now. But Corrine was an adult. She said adult things and had adult experience. She wasn’t stupid or weak. Holden’s wife, for all her foibles, would not have survived him if she were. Deluded; yes, a bit mad; probably, but she was adept at manipulation. More adept than her youthful adversary. So when she pushed, wheedled, and cajoled--plucking just the right strings to trigger Miiya’s rather sleeve-worn insecurities--the Aeros girl responded as Mrs. DeVille had hoped. 

“Yer gonna give me back my yfretting Tip--feather, right this second.” Miiya growled. “Then, maybe--MAYBE--I’m gonna think--THINK--about letting yew see Tom-Cat when he’s all better.” Miiya punctuated her words with a finger in Corrine’s face. “Cuz yer full of shu, Corrine! If yew cared even a little--LITTLE--about Tom-Cat, yew wouldn’t have let…” Kwesh! Miiya suddenly jammed up. 

Tom was so hurt. That instant of weakness she’d seen just before their bath, she couldn’t have imagined Tom like that, ever. What had happened--STOP!! SHE IS WATCHING YEW, ARFLINE!!

Miiya was about to pull the ripcord on her anger, to override these thoughts of Tom, when Corrine cut her off. “Oh--I can’t--I don’t have it! When Leona threw it away, my husband took it.” She said, letting none of her slyness show--only false innocence and goodwill. “But he’ll… he’ll be away tonight! I can get it for you, then. I-I can! I-I will! Anything to see my dear Leona again!” She stammered, seeming to fall over her own words in her eagerness.


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Miiya Aether

To: Room 2A after some discussion.


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Corrine DeVille

To: The Oubliette


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Miiya Aether

From: Room 2A

Wait! Stop!” Miiya, her anger momentarily forgotten, interspersed herself between the beggar woman and the Scratching Post’s bouncer. “I-I… I know her.” She lied. If this was the same horn-headed witch Corrine had spoken of, then Miiya would have been unconscious when last they met. “I’ll take care of this.”

“She can’t beg here.” The bouncer said gruffly, before moving off. “I’ll be back ta check later.” 

Miiya had left The Cattery in high dudgeon. There was nowhere in the brothel or its apartments where she could take out her aggression, and the place unnerved Miiya, overall. Given Sen’s history, her mother had strictly forbidden Miiya from any business even within stone’s throw of a cathouse, and Cahron had continued the trend of avoiding anyplace in the skin trade. Thinking to either find food, find something to beat up, or maybe to go and get her Tipsu back no matter what the frett Gianna said, Miiya had not gotten far before coming across a beggar woman being accosted by one of the staff.

The woman did not seem like the witch Corrine had spoken of. That magicker had killed several of the Oubliette’s enforcers. Surely this quivering and timorous beggar woman could not be her. Well, either way, the plight of the scrawny vagrant had distracted her from the warpath she had been on.

Wrinkling her nose, Miiya squatted beside the woman, who was turned to face the brick wall against which she sat, hiding her face from the worlde. “Hey… hi. Are yew okay?” She asked solicitously. 


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Pegleg Pete

Pete had spent a chill night huddled against the side of the alleyway, trying to keep watch for the Purple Tiefling. Surely he would emerge from the tower of corpses eventually? It had been difficult, though, to keep a lookout, for every so often the horror of the stacked and pinned and nailed flesh and bones of her sisters became too much to bear and she had to periodically scream out her fear into Mister Bad Times or don the hood of Mister Good Times and medicate with the mind-numbing chemicals. Unbeknownst to her, she had missed Verhyd’s departure during one of her episodes. 

And now the smaller winged demon was beside her, shooing off one of the larger corpse-dwellers. That was something of a relief. The bigger demon had seemed like the kind to throw her into a bone cage or push her into the horror-filled streets. The smaller one; the girl from last night, she was less imposing, at least, and her wings were pretty, save where metal was cruelly welded to flesh. Pete tried not to look there. “Knows yew the purple dryad? asks Pete.” queried the beggar woman. 

Purple Dryad?” Miiya repeated with a querulous expression.

One wot brot yew here, sez Pete. Dryad, sez Pete, like her.” The beggar woman pushed back the cowl of her rags, exposing the gnarled branches that encircled her head of scraggly hair. “Helped him, Pete did. Helped yew. Made the bad ones go away.” She admitted. “Needs ta meet him, sez Pete. Needs ta know how.”

Woa! So this pitiful creature really was the witch who Corrine said had killed the enforcers. Miiya knew, academically, that she ought to tread carefully, but she was having a hard time believing the dryad was much of a threat to anyone. “Oh, Verhyd’s not…” Miiya stopped herself as the seed of an idea germinated in her mind. “I mean, yeah, I know Verhyd. Big guy. Purple, with horns… like, um, yers.” Miiya sorta lied. The Aeros girl could be pretty terrible at even bending the truth, especially when she felt bad about doing it, but this frail Dryad did not seem to be in a state to notice Miiya’s uncertainty. 

 

Yes! Yes! Sez Pete.” The beggar woman chanced a pale-eyed glance at Miiya. “Takes yew, Pete, to him…” She searched for a demon word, she had once been taught, that was often ineffective on the worst of their kind, but perhaps it would work on the winged girl. “Please… please!!” Perhaps pleas to the feathered one would not go ignored. “Pete duz whatever yew asks, if yew takes Pete to the Verhyd.” 

 

Miiya looked troubled--was troubled--by the beggar’s desperation and pleading. Miiya hadn’t met many Dryads in her life, but she was certain Verhyd was not one of the tree people. Further, he was gone. Yes, she could probably find him from the air if she really needed to, but she was being deceitful, leading the poor woman on like this. 

But those mothervithers had hurt Tom. They had her Tipsu. And this fragile and scattered creature had killed some of them. Could probably kill more if it came to that. Miiya unwisely began to let that idea take root. She fed it with the rage that simmered just beneath her calm exterior, and watered it with he untruths she told the woman. “I can help yew, if yew help me.” She said, at length. Miiya wasn’t sure why, but those words tasted like ash in her mouth. She forced a friendly smile and tried to make it bright enough to seem real. “I’m Miiya, by the way.” 

To: Miiya and Pete to the streets of Sharnn Nalos


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Madam Gianna Valentina

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Madam of the Scratching Post brothel

Madam Gianna Valentina (REF)

 

 

Madam Valentina had found it exceptionally difficult to maintain her stoic, albeit rather steely-eyed demeanor as Corrine DeVille made her tear-streaked entreaties to seeher love, Leona. She’d worn an increasingly tight-lipped grimace as she’d listened to Corrine’s breathless and contrived tale of how the love and passion between her and her “poor, darling Leona,” had rescued him from monstrosities of the fight pit—and those of her husband.  It’d taken some work, but Gianna had managed to keep her expression smooth and neutral, for the red-haired  madam knew better than most (due to her outright refusal to let Holden or any of his thugs step foot on the Scratching Post premises) that, for all the self-delusion and distorted truth that she wrapped herself in, Corrine DeVille was just as depraved and treacherous as her vile husband—if not more.   

The way in which Corrine subtly manipulated others, her true intentions obscured beneath a well-practiced facade of powerless, doe-eyed frailty and calculated naivete, was much more insidious than Holden’s flamboyant machinations.  Even Gianna could admit that Corrine was a master at playing the part of Holden DeVille’s poor, subdued, and delicate lovelorn wife—and she’d nearly been taken in by that contrived and sorry picture of browbeaten helplessness the first few times she’d dealt with the other woman.   And, loathe as she was to admit it, Corrine was also possessed of a sylphlike and dreamy, almost fey beauty.  There was something nebulous and haunting about her allure, and it went without saying that Holden’s wife knew how to wield her physical charm to its fullest effect in order to bewitch and mesmerize.   

Corrine DeVille was like a snake in the grass; all she needed was the slightest crack in your armor to slide her fangs in and poison you with her manipulation.  

Which is why, given all she’d learned about the Oubliette proprietress, Gianna knew that there was doubtless a kernel of truth in Corrine’s sordid tale.  It’d left–-and still did—a sour taste in her mouth and stomach, and the brothel madam hadn’t been able to facilitate Corrine’s exit from her premises, fast enough.  Still, Gianna’s eyes had narrowed as she’d tracked Corrine’s hasty departure from her private balcony on Scratching Post’s second floor.  The woman had appeared almost...too eager.

Some part of her knew that that had not been—and would not be—Corrine DeVille’s last visit.   

She'd be back.  Whether it was because Corrine had convinced herself that "Leona" had truly fallen in love with her, or, more likely ('cause let's be honest here), because her bellissimo gato had given Holden's wife the type of mind-blowing ride experience she could neither forget nor get at home.  The tiniest, irrational, knee-jerk spark of jealousy flickered through her. Gianna swept away the prickle in her skin.  It wouldn’t help anyone, least of all her bellissimo gato.  

Speaking of which. 

Gianna pressed her lips together as she sucked in a quick breath, pulling the air through her teeth.  A few tendrils of glossy red hair fell over her shoulder as the half-elf canted her head in thought, her gaze wandering out towards the darkening streets as evening stole over Shaarn Nalos.   

The brothel madam hadn’t seen the Aeros girl since that afternoon, when she’d warned her not to fall for Corrine’s manipulation.  She’d advised her, in no uncertain terms, that the woman was conniving, delusional, and that the girl should not believe the lies that Corrine wove around herself and for others.  More importantly, she’d flat out told the Aeros girl that Corrine was 100%  baiting her, and that the woman’s pretty promises were pretty obviously a trap.   

Madam Valentina sighed; what was the significance of that vithing pinfeather? The Aeros had been inordinately agitated when she’d learned that Corrine had the feather that she’d apparently given to Tom-Cat.  The girl couldn’t be that stupid or want her feather back that badly, that she’d walk straight into that blatant of a trap…right? 

She supposed she'd task Claudius and Marcelo with keeping an eye out for the Aeros girl, because she would really like to have a word with the little ragazzina 

In the meantime, Gianna figured it couldn’t hurt to pay her bellissimo gato a personal visit.


[OOC: Madam Gianna Valentina to the 2nd Private Suite—The Cattery (#2A)to personally visit her bellissimo gato...]

TOM-CAT: [KIANA BEACH:First Stab - POUNCE (★1/2) - WATCHER BATTLE (3/★4/5/6/★7)] [GOBLIN SLAYING: (1)-(☆1/2)] – [ICE CAVES: CLIFFHANGER (★1/2) - POWDER KEG (★1/2/3) - HYPOTHERMIA (4/5/6) - BONDED (7/8/9/)] [SUNSTEALER:(1/2/3/4)-(1/2)] –Miiya & Cat-Tom [SPARRING: (1/2/★3)] - ☆The Great Tipsu Hunt! - ☆Stolen Kiss Overwhelmed by Intimacy Returning to Her Bath Time Bonding Wings, Tails, & Love Cave Storms Climbing the Walls [1st KISS: Chase-(★2/3/4)] Cat-Tom: Rescue Kitty! Cat-Tom vs. Skaven (Forced) Shift Back 9 Lives A Beast in the Darkness Reuniting w/Teleskela Bored Nihilism Cat vs. Dragon Emotionally Exhausted Bath Catboy, Interrupted All For Her Bellissimo Gato [BATH-HOUSE: Confessions(1/2/3/4)] Catboys Can Purr Bagels, Love Poems & Catnapping Love Poem [FIGHT PIT: CHAMPION SUITE (★1.No, no, no.../2a-2b/3.Prostitution/★4.Tipsu/5/6a-6b/★7a-7b.Holden's/Proposition) - GRAND ARENA (Leona/F#1/★F#4/★Cat-Tom vs.Werewolf: 1/2/3) - LOST (1/★2) - FOUND (3/4a-4b/5/★6.Swansong Kiss) - RESCUE (★1.Teleskela, MF'er/2/3.Reawakened Bond) - ESCAPE (4/5/6/7)]
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DAETH: Breaking Callon - Pleasure w/Pain - Teasing Amarice - [DAYTRIP: LAVISH HAND (1/2/3a-3b/4.Sensing Death] - Kissing Fate(1a-1b) - Precariously Balanced Nature - At Long Last, Eddellyn - Soul Searching - Into the Maze - ★The Minotaur & The Labyrinth - Heart of the Maze - Before the Storm - Thunder & Honey - ★Ripped Gowns - ★Sensual Poetry - Warding Sigils - Hedonistic Filth & House-Sized Party Crasher - Confronting Maarazaar(1/2/3) - Ash Bunny Irihi - Cormeum MIA (stolen heart) - A Vow & Shadowy Msg
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RISQUÉ: Fun with Fisticuffs!
[CHATTE]Enter Chatte - Chat w/Castor -Proposing the Race
[ASMODIEL & GALVINA] ★A Celestial & Demoness Play Cards - Asmodiel Smites a Feeder - An Angel & Aeros Walk Into a Bar... - Undaunted Spirit - Benediction
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[☆ = favorite / ★= extra fave]


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