My naughty petshop (Edited)

Atreides couldn't help but blush at how intimate this fallen angel, Kaie, seemed to become with him. The young Nekomata didn't resist her touch, figuring it might be rude to do so. Despite how attractive she was, he wasn't in a trusting mood, being in the sex filled foyer of a castle centered in a city considered 'wild'.

The new adventurer didn't like her condescending words, but he figured he may need to get used to it, being new to this city. He weaved and stepped over the various illusions, averting his eyes when he could, but still tried to keep track of the flying white-haired beauty.

"Um, isn't there a telephone behind the front desk?" Atreides asked as he looked over his shoulder at the kiosk.

The young Nekomata wanted to avoid immersing himself in what he found to be an unattractive orgy, and especially wanted to avoid the most vulgar parts; the place where Kaie seemed to be headed.

Oh how well her plan was working! The shy neko was so terribly easy to manipulate, it was something like baiting a child to play, rather than a full grown adult. She spun in the air, violet eyes sparkling with humor at this funny new pet. "Only if you like unreasonably priced payphones that might drop your call anyway." She fibbed, hoping to lure him deeper into the castle to have her own form of fun. She put a hand behind her back and gestured up at the psychic, hoping that whoever it was would get the hint that she was trying to make.

Sure enough, she felt a very solid and slender pole appear in her hand, and she held her hand there. She let her face assume the expression of a concerned young girl, and drifted back to the man once more, swirling around him. "You don't like this scene?" She asked in a tone that only sounded as if she cared. She floated on behind him easily, her free arm moving to slide under his, and rest her palm lightly on his lower stomach, just above his pelvis. "Have you ever been with a woman?" She whispered, moving in all too close to his furry pointed ears. "This would be difficult for a ignorant little virgin to stroll through, wouldn't it?" She asked softly, guessing by his behavior alone that his experience with women was low, to nonexistent. "What if I appeal to your... Animal... Instincts?" She asked, blowing lightly on his ear as she pulled her hand from behind her back.

In one quick move she had a small toy dangling inches in front of the boy's face, the sudden powerful scent of catnip filling the air. Whatever he might have been expecting she hoped to shatter that instant, and Kaie was perfectly content treating this "man" like the child he behaved as. She wanted to stroke and scratch his stomach, and blow playfully into his ears to see if he'd shake his head in irritation. "Here kitty kitty kitty." She taunted, trying to push him forward through the illusion. "Does the pretty kitty want his treat?"

"Why would there be a payphone at a front desk?" Atreides thought to himself.

Suspicion easily washed over Atreides at the Kaie's words. He didn't answer her questions, due mostly to embarrassment. As the two wove their way through the illusion, the young adventurer became increasingly more nervous. It was obvious she was up to something.

"Animal instincts?" Atreides repeated back to Kaie, in question.

His ear twitched with her light breath on it. An involuntary one. The sudden appearance of the scent of catnip prompted Atreides to bury his mouth and nose in the inner elbow of his sleeve. He had been warned to stay away from such a thing, as it was considered a strong narcotic where he came from.

The young Nekomata freed himself from Kaie's grasp, and turned back only to glare at her as he made his way toward the exit. It was clear he didn't belong in this castle, let alone this city. With his sleeve still over half his face, Atreides quickly made his way through the illusion, headed for the giant wooden doors at the entrance.

Kaie couldn't have hoped for a better reaction had the boy batted at the toy and purred like a kitten at her attention. She turned over in the air laughing, the catnip toy vanishing from her hand. The psychic apparently found his reaction funny too, and the illusions flickered before vanishing altogether. Kaie flew forward, her gaze sharpening on the boys weapons, the way he carried them. Inferior weapons, but he moved with them familiarly, someone who knew how to wield the deadly instruments.

"It's a pity." She told him solemnly, landing back on her feet. Her long wings tucked behind her back easily, and she walked forward, her head high and hands tucked neatly in the pockets of her dress. "You would look so lovely with a gold collar around your throat." She said when she reached him, freeing a hand to trace along the curve of his neck. "But male virgins do not sell as well as female." She continued, dark eyes burning violet as her lips pulled back into a wide smirk. "All of the shyness, all of the innocence... But virgin men are simply no fun. Then I suppose The Master would have to break you in." Her hand froze and she looked quite openly at his weapons, "Fighting skills among men sell well." She commented as she circled him, her boots clicking softly on tile. "Tell me..." She whispered as she moved. "Cute little kitten... Do you want adventure?" She questioned softly. "You can buy it here, your wildest dreams. Every fantasy you desire lies ahead, or you could sell yourself. To be a slave ensures the wildest of rides, I assure you. And you would sell so well."

Atreides began walking quite a bit faster when the illusion disappeared. It was apparent that someone was playing with him, and that made him nervous. He wanted to avoid any unnecessary conflict, especially with someone who had a powerful illusionist hiding somewhere nearby.

At Kaie's comment about a gold collar, the young Nekomata slowed to a stop, his hands forming fists. It became obvious that this place was more than a brothel now. It was a slave trading company.

"Shut up." Atreides said simply, an obvious undertone of anger in his voice. "You people sicken me. You trade my people for profit so they can be raped and murdered and made to be servants, then justify it by saying you 'bought' them. One day, I'll tear this place apart. Until that day, goodbye."

Without even turning to waste a glare of pure malice upon the fallen angel, Atreides continued toward entrance at a slower, smoother rate, his anger near palpable.

For a brief moment the Neko's anger caught Kaie off guard and she stared at his retreating back. In a matter of seconds her startled mask dissolved into pure humor and she clutched her ribs, laughing until tears sprang into her eyes. Of course she had been a mistress once, when she was very young, but there was no way for this man to know that. She doubted he was telepathic, her dealings with The Master made that improbable to say the least.

When she finally got a hold of her laughter she picked herself off the grounds again, and glided behind the man with a smirk. She snaked her arms around his body, and moved to whisper in her most seductive tone right into his pointed ears. "Oh?" She breathed, hoping he wouldn't pull away. "Do rape victims sicken you? The murdered? The abused?" She purred, hiding the dark humor from her voice. She pushed her body as flush to his as he'd allow, one hand trailing up to his face, to play lightly with his lips as she spoke. "Or is it just your people that your poor little heart bleeds for?" She continued, "Tell me, why would I sicken you? Because I do not despise being a slave? Because I enjoy teasing those who come in the doors? What a cruel double standard you set..." She pulled away from him abruptly, flying high above him to glare down. "Leave then, kitten. The Master wouldn't have a use for someone so foolish anyway."

Kaie's goading had gotten old to Atreides. He didn't see any need to continue entertaining her. Despite her need for constant physical contact with him, he simply kept his pace. His skin was hot to the touch with anger, and Kaie's touch on his skin made him want to itch.

"Say what you will, but at least I can leave this place. Again, goodbye, flying nuisance." Atreides said simply as he pulled open the giant wooden doors of the castle.

The young adventurer began headed through the city, toward the exit, his only knowledge gained that this city, and the castle it housed, would fall one day.

Kaie might have been bothered enough to follow the neko, had his entertainment value not ended long ago. As it was she simply yawned loudly behind him, watching as he pulled open the doors. "Goodbye, my scared hypocrite kitten." She taunted once more, giving him a dismissive wave of her hand as she touched down on land once more, and moved to disappear down the back halls. The kitten's decision to pity only those in slavery who behaved as martyrs interested her very little, it was the same foolish logic used by various organizations that would come to threaten this business from time to time, screaming of their human rights while enjoying the comforts that slave labor offered to them. There was not a single practice in this country, and Kaie doubted in the world, that was not touched in one way or another by slave trade.

The nameless Neko even earned more contempt from her than the foolish civil rights groups who frowned upon only what was convenient to them. He held pity only for his own people, the cat-eared group that humans and demons alike enjoyed turning into pets for their amusement... But seemed to show none of that concern for any other slave hidden behind the walls. If Kaie was bothered enough to, she would have even gone so far as to call him sadistic in his selective apathy, taunting her with his freedom while she stayed caged in this castle.

But her interest had already shifted from the foolish kitten to something far more interesting. Her eyes sparkled brightly as she peaked out the window, seeing The Master in the courtyard, heading to the same entrance that her annoying companion was leaving through. Stifling a giggle Kaie darted out the door and glided towards the white haired mage, circling him much like a bird of prey. "Trouble, old man?" She questioned with a sharp laugh. "It doesn't get better inside."

Atreides made his way through the city. Things seemed just the same as when he entered; violence and crime. Such things bothered the young Nekomata, but there was little he could do on his own, so he let the city do unto itself. He had enough. Atreides didn't think the world could be so cruel, but it seemed people here would rather indulge themselves than help others.

His ears twitched and his tail swished back and forth, irritated by his frustration. Atreides passed the city gates, in search of a new place to gain useful knowledge.


And so, the young adventurer strode on...

Oh who knew old women can yell so much? Given the powers she gathered from the house, the succubus was sure that her master had acquired quite a bit of power either from a strong bloodline or longevity. Madhis, she guessed, could only be several centuries older than her son but that is not information which Alses is comfortable venturing into. It is bad enough watching sane people rule the world with whatever limited power that was bestowed to them, Dhiren’s mother on the other hand is just overkill.

As the crazed sounds of woe combined with a thunderous bellow from her beloved lord (beloved only in the sense that she has no one else to really depend on), the young succubus could only tilt her head upward with a helpless grin. Ah she has been found out. Flipping a magazine to the end without the intent of reading its contents, Alses made sure to waste a few precious minutes before removing herself from the couch with another idea to stall for time as her master solves his mother’s problem.

While flying is a trait that a good number of demons possess, it is one of her few lazy habits. Unwilling to dirty her precious shoes whenever possible, Alses grinned as she floated above the marble floors and lifted a foot up and placed it before the other. She continued this while she made her way towards the stairs and eventually up the stairway, not once allowing her feet touch the ground as if there were an invisible layer on the floor that only she can perceive without difficulty.

Along the way, she picked up a few more angry outbursts from the old woman residing in the second floor and snickered, clearly unrepentant of her actions – and who can blame her? Alses was used to crazy people around her but there was no real good reason to be too bothered by them. Especially when Madhis was rude and had demanded that she returned to the dungeons, wherever that might be. As she made her way along the hallways towards the habitat of the unsound woman, she caught the displeased disposition of her master as he slowly back out of the entrance of the room.

She waited for the door to be closed shut before asking, “You called, my lord?”

(At the shop, a new arrival has just come in, kidnapped after a skirmish with his village...)



(Profile here.)

Exhausted and disoriented from his capture, Mel tried his best to observe his surroundings and take a few notes. His captors had, for reasons still unclear to him, agreed to allow him to keep his notebook, provided that he comply with their demands. Fair enough; he was in no position to bargain, and it'd help him retain his sense of self. Normality's important in a situation like this.

Also, he thought, with unusual violence, if someone tries to take advantage, I can get them with the pencil.

His collar was white, yellow, and grey - somebody's idea of a joke, probably. He had to admire the efficiency of the code, as much as it peeved him to be reduced to "pencil, grey anklet, gold anklet." Especially the last. What sort of person sees 'virginal boy' as a selling point? You'd think that being unpracticed would be a disadvantage, if anything!

Well, the first order of business would be finding a way to fix up his shirt, which the slavers had removed the top two buttons from in an apparent effort to expose his chest. He didn't see the big deal - it was lean and a little muscular, not the body of a warrior in the least. And he was getting cold... what a bother.

Crackle entered the castle and looked about with awe. He was going to have fun and he was quite the rich man. He was the CEO of Eon Inc Corp and he was on vacation and looking to enjoy some time with a submissive sexy little bear neko so long as they had one. She had to be able to cook, sing and willing to pleasure him. He stopped at a counter and rung a bell and waited for someone to attend to his request. He didn't plan to abuse the slave but pamper her and treat her like a lady because even slaves deserve to be treated right.

Crackle was a dragon shifter and he was a damn good one. He had dirty blonde hair that was the shade of wintered aged wheat and his eyes were dark chocolate that had the mystery and depth of a long cave. He stood 5'4" and had a stocky build that gave him the ability to do heavy lifting and hard work.

Zarian stretched having woken up in a strange place his hands reaching a strange item on his neck he looked in the mirror after removing his grey contacts leaving his eyes their natural crimson co,or under his glasses and moving his shoulder length white hair out of the way he sighed looking at the grey and black collar around his neck with a sword chefs hat and bed hanging from it.
He remembered back to when he was on his last mission and had lost against a powerful vampire who must have sold him.
He looked down to the grey ankelt on his person and went to the door at the room and exited it looking around for someoone who might answer his questions.