<div style="text-align: center"><i>(And yet again, another huge-ass description. I mean, what is up with my stupid desire for massive exposition? Also, I've added a little cast-of-characters spoiler in top to keep track of who's who.)</i>​</div><br/><div class="ToggleTriggerAnchor bbCodeSpoilerContainer">
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<div class="SpoilerTarget bbCodeSpoilerText"><b><div style="text-align: center">♣ ▬ Dramatis Personae ▬ ♣<br/>
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<b>Baron Carl Diethelm Van Schwartzhand the Second</b><br/>
”As spooky as he is indiscernible, the Baron rules all of Bruutheim under his iron fist. Towering above others – if not in height then in sheer dominant presence – this elderly man is hard to figure out and even harder to predict. He has found particular interest in Tamaska, for reasons as of yet unknown. But for whatever reason, it's quite clear this top-hatted ”gentleman” shouldn't be trifled with.”<br/>
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<b>Emberspike</b><br/>
”First and leading man of the gruesome twosome in the Barons employ, this sly imp has taken the guise as a long-nosed goblin with a curious sense for fashion. Formally bound to the Baron, Emberspike is considered an effective muscle and remains surprisingly privy to the many secrets his warlock master holds. Having a fondness for cigars, booze and women, Tamaska and her demeanour is right up his alley.”<br/>
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<b>Bahiyya</b><br/>
”As a succubus disguised as a blood elf, Bahiyya isn't lacking in the temptation department. With her fierce red hair and her sultry physique, this despicable demoness revels in the fact that she has found a new girl-toy in Tamaska. While a close confidante to the Baron, she's ultimately subservient to Emberspike, though it can be hard to see.”<br/>
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<b>The Shepard</b><br/>
”Castle custodian, advisor and wild-card – The Shepard as he's simply known is second only to Emberspike and Bahiyya in terms of proximity to the Baron. Often, he's given the charge of overseeing political affairs in the Bruutheim Kingdom. The Shepard has as well as the baron found a curious interest in Tamaska.<br/>
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<b>Kumar the Dragonkin</b><br/>
”The unwillingly appointed fairy-dragon ally of Tamaska, Kumar is a talking and flying encyclopedia of Bruutheim knowledge – that is, if an encyclopedia came with a snarky tongue and a cynical world view. Hard to love and impossible to shut up, Kumar has only so far proven to be a test – but what passive defiance does he harbour for the Baron?”<br/>
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<b>The Admiral</b><br/>
”One of the finest nautical minds of contemporary Azeroth, what the Admiral lacks in emotional communication he makes up in impeccable and dependable professionalism. A man not easily phased by mortal concerns, the Admiral has been given the ultimate honour of commandeering the Catharsis under the watchful eye of the Baron.”<br/>
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<b>First Mate Dalton</b><br/>
”You could accuse this man of holding expertise in the rarely recognized art-form of arse-kissing, First Mate Dalton is a plump, short excuse of a man serving as the Admirals right hand (much to said Admirals chagrin) – the only redeeming factor to this man might be his sense of administration, which is cited as a reason – the only reason – he still serves under the Baron. Despises Tamaska mostly because he cannot own her.”<br/>
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<b>Seaman James Echgrey O'Barney</b><br/>
”One of many colourful Bruuts, Jimbob O'Barney could – and often is – mistaken for a particularly lively Forsaken due to his bony physique. Serving on the Barons mighty airship, one'd easily write him off as but another servant in the Barons charge – but don't be fooled: This elderly scarecrow is much more resourceful than his dilapidated exterior lets on!”<br/>
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<b>Sterre, ”Star of the North”</b><br/>
”A warm soul enclosed in a narcissist shell, the blood elf concubine Sterre has a pathological transfixtion towards looking her best in every scenario. However, her narcissism thankfully extends to those around her, demanding and sometimes imposing that they remain at their peak at all times, be that visually or mentally – she will go to great lengths to ensure the mutual proliferation of all around her.”<br/>
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<b>Ife, ”The Exotic”</b><br/>
”Ife is on the surface a lovable and warm-blooded simpleton – but make no mistake; under the almost ditzy outwards behaviour lies a wise womans perceptive glance. She instantly took an immediate liking to Tamaska, a sympathy tinged with subtle hints of pity for her situation.”<br/>
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<b>Aonghus the Saint, St. Aonghus of Eisenkliff</b><br/>
”Curator of the Carnival, Aonghus is a glorified master of the baths. Charged with preparing the concubines and cicesbos for their clients, this kal'dorei has a sharp eye for presentation, manipulation and social etiquette. He puts extra attention onto Tamaska due to her unique role in relation to the Baron and his plans.”<br/>
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<b>Castle Eisenkliff</b><br/>
”The Barons fortress, home and political centre – Castle Eisenkliff exemplifies the riches of Bruutheim, towering towards the skies without apology. Home to hundreds of servants and thousands of soldiers, overlooking a massive amounts of factories, workshops and laboratories, this bastion underlines the Barons dominance.”<br/>
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<b>The Catharsis</b><br/>
”The Barons' flying fortress – the sky-jewel of Bruutheim; The Catharsis remains one of the most potent weapons in the Barons arsenal that the public knows about; this airship puts even the flying behemoths of the Alliance and the Hordes to shame, having been under construction for the last fifteen years. The Catharsis is the largest airship in the small armada that the Baron controls, but its stopping power is unmatched by any recent machines on Azeroth.”<br/>
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<b>The Carnival</b><br/>
”The home of Tamaska and the lair of the fabled courtesans and companions of Castle Eisenkliff, the Carnival is a cage that'd put envy into the hearts of any noble. It acts as a small, almost autonomous society within the walls of the castle, providing a much needed breathing space for these sexual servitors. This wing of the castle has been equipped with everything the risqué socialite needs: a kitchen to serve healthy foods, an auditorium and library for learning and a very extensive bathing hall for preparations before meeting clients.”</div>
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▬▬▬​</div><br/>Bahiyya swirls around in mid-step, chuckling with that doggoned, enthralling chocolate voice of hers as the two guards began to release the locks in the mechanism:<br/><br/>”<span style="color: sienna">Of course, silly! You're our special lil' plaything – while me and my partner-in-crime will be training you -extensively-..</span>” she purred, putting added weight on the last word:<br/><br/>"<span style="color: sienna">..you also need a place to stay, when not between my legs and enrolled in my bedsheets, that is. To that end, you need a new home-..</span>” she continued, turning around as the mighty doors began parting.<br/><br/>”<span style="color: sienna">Welcome, Tamaska, to ”The Carnival.”</span>” she added, gesturing with a sweeping motion towards the hall spreading before the trolless and her lizard companion, the latter rolling his eyes at the dramatic presentation done by the seductive she-witch:<br/><br/>One'd argue that her sense for the dramatics was well-placed, however. Most of the day, Tamaska had been travelling through a lot of doors, almost each one a pathway to novel and highly arresting new impressions. This particular gateway was in no way different:<br/><br/>”The Carnival” uncoiled before the trios eyes – the main hall she entered had to be several thousand square feet in size, enough to bid the question whether this place was larger than even the court. Shaped as an ellipse, the mighty walls curved inwards, forcing ones gaze towards the centre.<br/>The ceiling was high above, and would have a bit too roomy for comfort, hadn't it been for the lavish decorations: mighty, heavy ornamental drapes in various deep greens, blacks, reds and oranges underlined the autumn feel. This was only embellished by the tastefully arranged canopy of silk-cut ”leaves”, ”flowers” and dried twigs weaving in, out, over and under the cloth. She could notice a second floor above with terraces allowing for a birds-eye view of the first floor.<br/>Innumerable, irregularly arranged black iron chandeliers provided illumination from their big white block candles – the entire lobby was bathed in a warm, golden light giving a welcoming glow to the autumn palette.<br/><br/>This mighty area was divided into three segments – the one dominating half of the hall closest to them seemed like an area mostly designed for relaxation and general residency: numerous curving and undulating low stone walls created spaces, often flanked by tea tables which in turn were surrounding by large seating cushions in the same autumn colours as the decorations above.<br/>Towards the north-west corner from her perspective, she noticed a broad lectern dominating the space in front of a mighty blackboard – more seating cushions and low study tables were arranged in front of this, indicating to her that this was a place of study.<br/>By the north-east, she saw a long dining table betraying that ”the Carnival” favoured communal meals – should one desire more intimate dining, however, several smaller tables orbited around the biggest.<br/><br/>The scent of mouth-watering food caught her nostrils, originating through another pair of doors to her immediate west leading into what should be assumed to be the Carnival kitchens.<br/>Centre-most on both walls, two additional double doors led into separate wings of ”The Carnival”, for now remaining undisclosed.<br/><br/>At the very far end of this mighty hall, the wall opened up to expose an equally expansive terrace atleast half as long as the lobby itself – one segment of the terrace spread beyond the confines of the lobby walls, indicating that the terrace was irregularly shaped.<br/>If she squinted her eyes hard enough, she'd even notice the outlines of distant trees, indicating that the terrace spilled into a luxurious garden.<br/><br/>She hadn't even seen the other areas of this place, and already it was quite evident that ”The Carnivals” prefix as a ”harem” was a crass understatement: This was a small community, a society contained within a part of Castle Eisenkliff taking up at-least one-third of what she's seen of the castle grounds so far.<br/><br/>This point, more than anything, was driven home by the sheer amount of people taking up inhabitance within ”The Carnival”: by an idle glance alone, she saw close to a hundred individuals  schlepping about, all of them bearing the tell-tale signs and visages as professional escort, concubines, courtesans and sinful entertainers.<br/>Not one of them wasn't beautiful within – and in some cases beyond – their racial heritage, and even despite a very broad age group represented (some didn't look a day below their respective fifties), this throng of people oozed of health, vibrancy and most importantly sheer allure. Curiously they weren't solely Alliance or Horde; some of the more unusual candidates included a naga woman, a couple of dryads, a satyr man smoking a pipe, a surprisingly comely kobold lady .. nethers, she even noticed a surprisingly docile harpy conversing with a gnome in a consensual manner.<br/>Their attires went in line with the colourful cast of characters; while a good portion draped clothes you could expect to see in a normal village, some spurred sensuously flamboyant and daring costumes and some mingled stark-naked without a care in the world; this society sported a much more liberal approach to ones look, it'd seem.<br/><br/>Some of the Carnival inhabitants attended a lecture in Orchish, others studied in various tomes, some plunked away on musical instruments while many generally socialized and relaxed; compared to the rumbustious Court Tamaska came from, this seemed almost every-day like. Only here and there did she notice some groping eachother shamelessly or engaging in outright fornication, and even so, some of those sinful past-time activities seemed to have a more instructional aire about them.<br/><br/>Bahiyya swooped by in a dance-like twirl, chirping enthusiastically:<br/><br/>”<span style="color: sienna">Isn't it -wonderrrrrful-, pet!?</span>” the succubus squealed before calling out towards the people closest to the trio:<br/><br/>”<span style="color: sienna">Steeeerre! Ifeeeee! Come here, darlings: the Barons' special pet has arrived!</span>”<br/><br/>Two women rose from some cushions behind one of the low stone walls and approached with curious expressions:<br/><br/>Sterre was a blood elf as Bahiyya posed like – but that was where most similarities ended: Whereas Bahiyya was abundant curves, Stella stood an inch or two shorter than even Tamaska and spoke of much more delicate features. While she had both bosom and buns, their curves were much smaller without detracting from her delicate, thin femininity. This combination of subtle curves and almost frail proportions spoke of a woman appealing to manly men who needed someone to ”protect”.<br/>Smooth, straight black hair fell down atop her shoulder blades, creating a stark contrast to her almost alabaster skin.<br/>A deep, silken-green toga covered her slim build, one delicate breast exposed by design: Stella was absolutely luxuriant in that unapproachable fashion you'd expect from a noble. Not one thing was out of order to the point of which one might accuse her of being compulsive.<br/><br/>Ife, despite or maybe particularly because being a draenei, fought and won if contesting Bahiyya on sheer rolling contours. Standing well over six feet, she stood the tallest in the congregation and her fighting weight was probably more than atleast three of them combined.<br/>This onyx-skinned and positively gaudy beauty of a horned lady brought breasts first, massive wide hips later and ”the rest” last. Her face communicated a beaming warmth combined with a slightly naive expression of limitless curiosity. Two mighty, spiralling white horns curved backwards across a short cut, but exquisitely styled mop of shining white hair.<br/>She wore a pale-pink, highly transparent belly dancers dress leaving almost nothing to imagination and with her bouncy, enthusiastic stride this only made her assets even more distracting.<br/><br/>”<b>[COLOR="dark_green"]The prodigal daughter arrives-..[/COLOR]</b>” Sterre commented with an aristocratic tone akin that of the Admiral back on the Catharsis before being interrupted:<br/><br/>”<b><span style="color: purple">The troll haz come! EEEEeeeVELCOME, Tamazka!</span></b>” Ife's motherly voice boomed, even sweeping  by the succubus, scooping Tamaska up in her arms to provide the first of what could be assumed to be many mighty bear hugs.<br/><br/>”<b><span style="color: grey">Abandon ship, ye' fools and folk!</span></b>” Kumar hooted, taking flight for a moment, mortally afraid to be crushed under the assault of Ife.<br/><br/>”<span style="color: sienna">Darlings – this is Tamaska-..</span>” Bahiyya purred, running an errand hand across the outstretched jaw of Stella, continuing:<br/><br/>”<span style="color: sienna">The Baron wants her prepared for his study after dinner, so you have some time to get her introduced and more importantly washed and clad for the Lordships' enjoyment. I want her looking her best, with a red flush to her cheeks and an ADOOORABLE smile on her face. See that it happens, hm?</span>”<br/><br/>Ife held out Tamaska by her shoulders in outstretched arms (indicating just how strong this draenei was), smiling from ear to ear while introducing herself:<br/><br/>”<b><span style="color: purple">I am Ife! Small zerious looking voman by my zide iz Sterre; don't be afraid of her vay of lookingk at you, zhe iz zmall golden nugget of friendlinezz vhen you gettingk to knov her!</span></b>” Ife thundered on without apology, adding after an elevator stare of the same shameless nature:<br/><br/>”<b><span style="color: purple">Oh MY, you are -BEAUTIFUL-, Tamazka! I vant to adopt you already!</span></b>”<br/><br/>Bahiyya muttered a low, hungry ”<span style="color: sienna">Oh do I ever agree-..</span>” allowing herself to put another scorching glance of deep-seated need on the special guest of the evening.<br/><br/>”<span style="color: sienna">Now, puppy, introduce yourself to these fine ladies and act your best. Your work for today is far from over and we have a schedule to keep.</span>”, she added before twirling on the spot and heading towards the exit.<br/><br/>”<span style="color: sienna">You two keep a close eye on our lil' plum: make sure she's reaaaally comfortable – I'd preferably like to hear the moans and joyful wails even down in my quarters.</span>” she said, briefly turning to them and in the same motion slapping the poor trolless shamelessly on her cream-covered buttocks, a deep snarl of satisfaction running into a shrill tittering escaping her mistress' chest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>