<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/f3nz8bX.jpg)</div>"Mistress Malcanthet is a busy women, but it's good to see you're so eager to make her acquaintance.  She makes these public appearances and spectacles every so often, and sometimes invites some special guests to her personal abode," Violet chuckles at that.  "But soon enough you'll be serving her in some capacity, and if you do well, you might earn some good-girl points..."<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/8/86/Temple_of_Love_Versailles_in_Summer.JPG/800px-Temple_of_Love_Versailles_in_Summer.JPG)<br/>(https://www.themostexpensivehomes.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/Tuscany-Oaks-Farm-Offers-Mediterranean-Lifestyle-to-Its-Next-Owners-Celebrity-Homes-The-Most-Expensive-Homes-Luxury-Real-Estate-Luxury-Neighborhoods-1.jpg)</div>After everything went into a blurred shift of magic and a slight sense of vertigo, the first thing one noticed was the change in light.  From the dim barn, they were now in a shaded stone gazebo, looking out at one of those pastoral villas that reminded one of a seaside estate.  Violet led them out, and with a wave to all around them, “Welcome to Miomanta.  Rest assured, we are still in Shendilavri, but this is our private little city of art, and your new home for the moment.”  They walked down a gentle grassy slope, seeing a few wide, low buildings with humanoids lounging, painting, or singing, more gazebos, a field of horses and other more exotic mounts running or flying about.<br/><br/>The gentle slope of grassy fields dropped down to a deep, wide bowl in the earth ahead, surrounded by a white picket fence.  Opening a low gate, the small party walked down a series of switchbacks criss-crossing the wall to descend.  Instead of the grass and wildflowers, this pit cut into the rich red earth, healthy, but a bit more stark.  Down here, there was a wide range in architecture, from many small adobe huts to a tall, delicate cathedral seemingly carved from a singular red clay, and ahead, a large amphitheater or coliseum.  There were also some grates over the ground, revealing vents and pits leading even deeper below the ground as well.<br/><br/>“Now, before you really settle in to your new lives, we’ve got to get you all sorted out, don’t we my pretties?” Violet turned and grinned to the assorted mortals, tickling Alice’s chin.  “As you have seen there are plenty of artists and musicians, and in the city a few shops and an overabundance of shiftless layabouts,” she chuckled.  “But there are many more ways you all can contribute to the service of the city and your fellow mortals.  There are the bounteous Fields of Harmony, where the rich and fertile soil is aching to release its riches, ripe for the plucking.  Some even find a bit of pastoral life to their liking, away from the bustling city.  There’s also the Sacred Pools; they’re a bit out of the way and don’t require much maintenance, but it’s always nice to have a wet, nubile attendant or two.  And if that’s too quiet for you, there’s putting on a show at the coliseum, performing feats of athleticism and prowess, testing yourself against man and beast, and enjoying a tumble in the sand before a tumble in the sheets, perhaps.”  She circled around the elves and humanoids, looking them up and down like at a meat market, “And most popular, of course, serving right in the center of Rivenheart, providing company and pleasure to all your needy peers.  While there are plenty that will couple with the nearest person they see, there are many more with distinguished or<em>specific</em>tastes that require access to someone fitting the role, or flexible enough to at least.  I’m sure any of you would be welcome to join in,” she purrs in Faunra’s ear, giving her firm, meaty glutes a spank.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/08/f5/79/08f579ba3362b30b3ef74310406dd6b7.png)</div>Circling back to look over the group, Violet snapped her fingers, and a kind of secretary appeared.  Rather, a hulking, muscular demon, with thick purple flesh, wickedly long claws, horns protruding from its head and arms, and a clay slate and abacus hanging from its belt, appeared out of nowhere.  Walking down the line, the demon-woman evaluated them all, measuring and weighing some physical or metaphysical quality.<br/><br/>“Yes, you’ll do well in Rivenheart, performing for the crowds and privately.  And my big girl, of course we will have fun showing you off in the arena; maybe get some oil wrestling as a exhibition match.  You’re quite a little green thumb, aren’t you?  How about we put some use to the fiends and orchards, then.”  The Wasp Queens were pretty quickly sized up, and apparently Tamarie, Faunra, and Kieyanna were to be split up.<br/><br/>“You look like quite a brute; I’d love to see you in the brothel, but we could always use a heel in the arena, a bad girl.  And your friend here doesn’t look quite like the nurturing type, but she may be able to patch up anyone who gets too banged-up.  This little mouse with you is certainly intriguing; you could become the vampire queen of whores, or at least a favorite of those into that kind of thing.”  Allizsah, Renilda, and Jhessail only took a moment longer to judge and categorize.  The secretary demon scratched at his clay tablet, making updates to something, as an orc and dwarf pair of assistants came running out of some underground staircase, finally catching up to their teleporting supervisor.  Just in time too, as it casually tossed its tablet aside to be caught by the orc.  The two assistants quickly assessed the notes and went running off on some duty.  Meanwhite, Violet circled back around to Alice, pursing her plump lips.<br/><br/>“Now what shall we do with you, my little busy bee?  We could always use another girl in Rivenheart, maybe a cute ‘girl next door’ or whatever they are in need of.  You elves are good with the plants too, often enough.  Sometimes they like seeing a cute little thing in the arena as well, either as fodder for the foxy boxing, or seeing if a little pup has tricks or magic up her sleeve.  Or maybe I should just take you home myself and eat you up?”  She leaned over to caress her cheek, a breath away from a kiss.<br/><br/>[The party’s being split!  Women are being assigned to where their talents would be best served or appreciated.  Violet talks it up well like a recruiter to a captive audience, but somewhere in the back of Alice’s mind she surely isn’t telling the whole story.  It seems Alice is being offered a choice of where she thinks she belongs: the city of Rivenheart to entertain mortals with her talents and body, the Coliseum to exhibit martial and sexual battle, the Fields of Harmony to harvest food and drugs alongside slaves and beasts, or perhaps see if there is some other way she could serve Violet or Malcanthet?<br/>Tamarie - Rivenheart<br/>Faunra - Coliseum<br/>Kieyanna – Fields of Harmony<br/>Allizsah - Coliseum<br/>Renilda - Coliseum<br/>Jhessail – Rivenheart