"The Harlots Crotch? It sounds like the kind of place that serves their drinks with an extra shot of pubic hair and syphilis." The Widow of the Morning Star had said, sarcastically, when it heard where it would be meeting it's mysterious benefactor. Though upon entering it looked a lot better then Widow had pictured. It was too busy and acessable to be truly "upscale" but it was large, well furnished, and relatively clean for all the traffic. "It's for the best that Perfect Orchid chose<em>this</em>establishment rather than somewhere like The Dragonchess Parlor. That place requires membership to enter, and I will not disgrace myself by joining any parlor that would have someone like me as a member."<br/><br/>The seven foot tall shirtless warrior that stood by Widow barely cracked a smile. The ghost that was the real intelligence behind the warrior was sophisticated enough to exchange rhetoric, but he had fun playing the dumb intimidating muscle. It was like an acting job. Unable to be seen or heard, two other presences shadowed Widow's every motion.<br/><br/>The Widow was freakishly beautiful, without any enhancements it was guaranteed to be the most striking being in the room, maybe even the whole city. The magic imbued in it's hearthstone took Widow's universally appealing beauty and magnified it to a ridiculous extent. Every head in the room turned and saw it when it entered. They didn't even realize it was hiding monstrous tentacles of dead flesh in it's billowing silver cloak.<br/><br/>The Vassal's gravely voice had asked the man behind the bar about where Perfect Orchid was staying. It had only just heard the answer when a clumsy youth earned a larger man's ire, and Widow attention. The sight of youthful innocence always drew Widow's attention. In males it was like a mind intoxicant it wanted to suck out of their hearts. In females it was like a disgusting allergy it wantred to destroy them with.<br/><br/>"Alaric!" Widow called out to the youth who was now being lifted off the ground by his hair. Standing adjacent to the two men Widow continued spinning a story. It wasn't quite sure where it would move the conversation, only what direction it would move it in. "You don't even regret what you did to me do you? How you seduced me, giving me wild carnal pleasured beyond anything I had ever imagined and then. . . you just left me, taking it all away. You've ruined me. No other man can even come near giving me the pleasure you did."<br/><br/>It was a strange bluff, but one that was sure to get both the young man and his assailants attention. How was the dark-skinned man going to behave if he thought the clumsy youth was a heartbreaking sex guru; One talented enough to even score someone like The Widow. "I don't want to talk about it here it's too embarrassing. I've got a morbid curiosity about what you're going to make up as an excuse this time. Come to my room later if you have the balls for it."<br/><br/>Widow didn't linger at the scene for very long. What it did was just for a few moments of personal amusement anyway. Perhaps it would see one of them later. For now it had someone to meet.<br/><br/>All the actual mundane handling of things was all done by the intimidating warrior-vassal. It always made Widow itself look like a refined foreign noble. When it came time to knock on Perfect Lotuses' door it was up to him do so, open it, and announce Widows presence. It had occurred to Widow that this could be a trap set by Lover, or worse, Bodhisattva. It remained wary but it wasn't going to miss out on a great opportunity out of fear for it being a ruse. It was interesting how must of creation didn't realize the charming Silver Prince and the wicked Bodhisattva of legend were the same person. It was inspiring really. If he could hide behind such a mask than perhaps The Widow could too.