<div class="floatright">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/63b831f3-cc8e-4259-8c3f-2cc8f6edbda0/daa8qa1-01ce178b-1812-4459-a629-3401528eca5d.jpg/v1/fill/w_600,h_900,q_75,strp/commission__amevius_by_olchas_daa8qa1-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9OTAwIiwicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvNjNiODMxZjMtY2M4ZS00MjU5LThjM2YtMmNjOGY2ZWRiZGEwXC9kYWE4cWExLTAxY2UxNzhiLTE4MTItNDQ1OS1hNjI5LTM0MDE1MjhlY2E1ZC5qcGciLCJ3aWR0aCI6Ijw9NjAwIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmltYWdlLm9wZXJhdGlvbnMiXX0.WZGYzf-5zpCz9lFgDBMEd2G3DQgu2g8UkMbsj-oc8ts)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://static1.e621.net/data/sample/d2/75/d2754e3e382f7ea019a5cbd62791b97c.jpg)</div>Diabelle was watching this play out as the passion was immensely raw and intense but do was thus embarrassment she was feeling. Her eyes looked to the two as they were talking about the riot that would ensure if he interfered. When the explanation that they were taking the notions of sensual performances to a greater medium, she realized this was essentially cause and effect. The two celebrity slaves caused this new show to happen. The why of it was becoming quickly apparent when Diabelle heard what her mother had been doing for forty years.<strong>"That woman down there is my mother."</strong><br/><br/>She just didn't realize it was at the expense of her own mother. Ergo she looked up at the words used. Her mother has been going about as a camp whore for an army before the guild bought her to be a sex worker. Her mind was scrambling for the reason and she had to wonder if it was because of the practice of chastity before marraige within the Moonglow. No that cannot be it. Darius wanted an explanation since he saw the wisdom in not whipping the crowd into a mob. He knew he'd have to trust that the orc would not be so foolish as to knock up his mistress' mother. Thus he would ask questions.<strong>"How did she wind up a camp whore, which army was it?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Regardless, we came here to bring Jiabelle home. So let's talk buisness."</strong>Diabelle couldn't watch this as she buried her head into her husband's shoulder trying to control her own emotions. She was halfway torn between wanting to put a curse on someone or polymorphing someone. She was at least grateful her husband wasn't letting himself be distracted to what they came to do.