The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Most probably the latter..." He says, wincing. "I think I see a rather large penis in there...
Khorvis and Bast raise their hands as well.
"Although wait. I'm going to grab that shield and sword. Could come in useful." Khorvis says, zipping over and grabbing the items before returning. "Okay. Burn it down, baby burn it- burn it down~!" He sings.
"Although wait. I'm going to grab that shield and sword. Could come in useful." Khorvis says, zipping over and grabbing the items before returning. "Okay. Burn it down, baby burn it- burn it down~!" He sings.
"Well, sure. Take out what you want, and then set the room on fire. We don't need dicks, ears, and tails." He says, snorting.
Bast tilts her head before walking over and grabbing a sceptre. "Hmm... Nope. Not anymore." She says, grinning as the sceptre ignites in her hands.
The trio watch as the room suddenly burns away, before Bast finally pipes up. "So I found the slaves! They're down below. Not in the dungeons, but their living quarters are kinda cramped." She says.
"Yep. And maybe put something else in here. I mean, this is a pretty nice place." Khorvis says, glancing around the room.
They nod and walk down with her below the castle, where they see the slaves living in- as Bast said- rather cramped quarters. There are slaves of every kind; harpies, elves, canines, even a few demons.
It seems to be borderline healthy, since the slaves had kept themselves and their surroundings clean.
They hardly register shock or surprise on their faces. A few raised eyebrow is all she earns. When she asks about the brands, every single one of them raises their hands.
The slaves shrug. "Well, that's not our problem. We'll just have to line up and get branded." One succubus at the front says.
About half of them raise their hands, most of them demons.
"I was promised lots of sex. I got sex like once a week or something." One of them says.
"Pfft. Lucky you. I got it once or twice a month!"
"I was promised lots of sex. I got sex like once a week or something." One of them says.
"Pfft. Lucky you. I got it once or twice a month!"
Most of them nod. "She just kept us around as showpieces. Never real spent time with us or anything." One of the demons says.
They glance at each other, frowning. "I thought brands couldn't be removed. They could only be replaced?" One of them asks.
"With difficulty." She whispers back. "The original owner of the brand has to agree to remove them."