Sonneillion looked about the general square. He was feeling much more at home once he witnessed the bacchanal taking place in the courtyard. "I've been here before. A long time ago I was an exotic entertainer." He stopped in his tracks as he realized it hadn't really been that long ago at all. What was his father doing now? Perhaps he manages to recover the freakshow even with the loss of some of the exhibits and Sonneillion's voice. Before his exaltation he had been able to match the best female soprano's in range and technique, while being superior to them in the power of his arias.<br/><br/>His slave seemed to be quite gifted with his voice as well. The young man announced him better then he had expected him to. "Now that I have arrived. Where shall I go? It seems a bit chaotic right now for my taste." Sonneillion looked for a place to sit where he could observe the proceedings and be waited upon. He grabbed at the boy's kilt and pulled it off of him, exposing his naked body.<br/><br/>"Sir, you have that pregnant glow about you..." A soothingly rich male voice said from behind the pair. Sonneillion turned and smiled, then introduced the slave. "Romanticide. This is my new toy, isn't he sweet?"<br/><br/>"Sweet enough that he may dissolve in water. It seems like every time I leave you alone you have found another naked man to follow you around by the time I return." Roman teased, them walked up to the young slave and patted him on his bare ass. "So have you found out yet that having desires outside of pleasing the master makes you an abomination?" He said jokingly but got a little more serious as he continued. "It's a mercy really. If servitude is all a slave wants then he can be content with a life of fieldwork and feel joy, instead of fear and pain, if his sadistic master decides on whim to skin him alive."<br/><br/>"Roman chose a extreme example but it is the truth." Sonneillion admitted "Now that gazebo looks like a drug lounge. Let's have a little trip..."<br/><br/>Once in the area Sonneillion decided to use his new slave as a mouthpiece rather then Roman. Taking a cue Roman walked over to a apish 3rd circle demon who was blissfully laying across one of the best appointed areas. He knew the thing was probably high as a cloud at the moment so Roman dispensed with diplomacy for the sake of clarity. "This seat is for The Bitch Queen, you have to leave."<br/><br/>Sonneillion pointed at who he assumed to be in control of the area while instructing his slave. "Tell him that we have a group of three. Your master wants a mild tranquilizer to ease his stress, Your master's assistant wants a mild stimulant, and you are allowed to have a potent aphrodisiac. Let him know you want to embrace your nature as a horny bitch that can't get enough of being used and abused. Also ask for a few toys and some rope, in case we have to bind you to prevent you from jerking off or running around to offer yourself to strangers. I wouldn't want anything to happen to you, after all."