It was an important place, one could almost feel the essence flowing through it.  It wasn’t quite powerful enough to be a Demesne or a Manse, but it was certainly filled with some kind of potent magic.  That, along with the pristine glimmer on the surface of the water, is likely what had lured the Amphelisiae there in the first place.  As well as a particularly naughty kitten.<br/><br/>“Brass-Fist-Bodhisattva…foot-taker…secret-keeper…yessss…” the eldest Teakettle Courtier hissed softly after watching Minha and Cailana closely.  Strangely, or perhaps not too strangely, the woman who had been holding the bottles had disappeared somewhere along the way, perhaps her role had already been played out and she knew it was time to move on to the next act, or perhaps whimsy had simply pulled her off in another direction, with that particular demon none could really say for certain.<br/><br/>The giggling drew the attention of some of the nearer Amphelisiae, but they seemed more interested with the fact that the cat had just spoken.  They soon ignored most of the other details, returning to their soft whispers and pretty reflections.  The eldest Teakettle Courtier on the other hand had moved quietly from his perch and around the pool of water to rest nearer to Minha and her kitty consort.<br/><br/>“Food?” it asked thoughtfully, as its dark eyes focused on the cat before returning to half-gazing into the pool of water.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“You…you will pay for this!” the other Green Sun Prince spat venomously back at Serpent, though his words lacked the same sting that Serpent’s had.    His eyes glowed with a green fire that had yet been unseen in the less experienced Infernal, though it did not keep him from retreating from the tent and pointing threateningly back towards Serpent and the Fiery Dragon-Blood with his Wavecleaver.<br/><br/>The scantily clad woman crossed her arms beneath her breasts, rolling her eyes as the other Infernal left, letting out a sigh of agitation before lounging back into the bed of pillows that made up the floor of the tent.  She was amused by Serpent’s antics, but didn’t seem particularly impressed by whatever she had assumed he had come here for.  “I suppose you want some kind of a thank-you,” she suggested with no lack of disgust in her voice at the thought of what he’d likely want from her (or so she assumed).<br/><br/>Now that he had a better opportunity to survey the interior of the tent he could see that there was some kind of pedestal in the center to which the woman was loosely chained, and upon which rested some glasses and bottles of drink.  The floor was a menagerie of different pillows, growing larger the farther from the center they got.  Silks and velvets and essence-spun cloths were carefully crafted into them, making them luxuriously opulent.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Despite Thorn's complaints about the music she continued to play the same quiet cadence, though if there was any real danger here she didn’t mention it.<br/><br/>Alleyway Jack tossed one of the bottles towards Thorn, maybe a little quicker than he should have, but even then the Scourge would likely have no problem catching it.  “Sounds like a good name to me!” he responded with a grin that likely showed just one too many teeth.  “Slaves, huh?  Yea, they’ve got ‘em all around.  I figure at the rate they’re going they’ll be out of style by the turn of the month.” He laughed raucously before swiping up another of the bottles of alcohol, taking a long swig from it.<br/><br/>“Course,” he went on after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “if you’re looking for something exciting, I may have just the thing for you…” again that same disconcerting grin crossed his lips.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A very brief gasp slipped from the boy’s lips as his only manner of meager clothing was quickly stripped away from his hips.  The slap to his bare ass from the male Neomah caused him to jump slightly, sending a faint jingling down the length of the chain connected to the pierced cockhead.<br/><br/>The third circle demon looked up at Romanticide through a haze of drug induced euphoria as if he were only half-aware of what Roman had said.  He continued to sit there as if he hadn’t understood what was told to him, blinking stupidly.  After a few moments of Roman’s patience the demon slowly got up and moved away, as if compelled to by some outside force that only it could perceive.<br/><br/>The slave boy, meanwhile, nodded to Sonneilion’s instructions with a simple reply, “Yes your Majesty.”  When released from the chain he did what he was told, making his way to the one that had been dispensing the drugs and other distractions for the “guests”.<br/><br/>“My Master would like a mild tranquilizer to ease his stress, his assistant would like a mild stimulant.  I’ve been allowed to have a potent aphrodisiac so that I can embrace my nature as a horny bitch that can’t get enough of being used and abused.  Also we need some rope and Heavenly Ecstasy Aides.”<br/><br/>He returned soon with the items that Sonneilion requested.  He hadn’t yet used what he’d gotten for himself since he hadn’t yet been told to.<br/>