A faint hissing sound could be heard ahead.  It was something akin to a hissing snake, or perhaps air leaking out of a punctured lung…<br/><br/>The sound and a humanoid shadow could be seen and heard not far ahead of Scarlet Thorn.  In moments she would either pass the scene and continue to the rest of the pre-Althing party.<br/><br/>The constant music from the Harpist within Scarlet’s soul fell to a quiet, almost menacing tempo.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“<em>Uh, Skipper…</em>” the deep voice of a familiar Erymanthoi murmured inside Wave's head.  “<em>Not sure dis iz da best thing ta be doin’…</em>”<br/><br/>He wasn’t the brightest demon of the bunch, but at least he had his way of giving vague insights from time to time—at least beyond “punch dat guy in da nose!”<br/><br/>“Please, do not poke me with your foot,” she said in an irritated tone of voice, though luckily she was quickly distracted by his request.<br/><br/>“A whole bouquet?  I haven’t made one of those in so long…” she replied to Wave wistfully, looking thoughtfully up at him.<br/><br/>“Ah!  But what do you have to offer me for them?  I promise that the bouquet will be unlike any other.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Exactly what I was thinking!” the Demon replied to Minha with a grin and a twinkle in her shifting, aquamarine eye.<br/><br/>“Why thank you my dear!” she replied, taking the bottle and drinking strait from the neck like it was the first bottle of water a man leaving the desert had just come across.  One had to suspect the Demon woman needed it to survive in some way.<br/><br/>“Who else would appreciate it?  Ah!  There’s a fellow I know…Brass Fist Bodhisattva,” she explains thoughtfully.  “He’d like it I bet, haven’t seem ‘em ‘round though.  Then again he couldn’t be far, can’t keep himself away from the center of attention, you know.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The silken texture of the kilt seemed odd considering the thickness of the material as Sonneillion lifted it from the slave’s groin, following the thin silver chain to its origin.  A blue jade piercing through the head of his penis was connected to the chain, as one likely would have expected.  Either being inspected, the presence of the beautiful Green Sun Prince, or having his piercing lightly tugged caused his cock to show at least the initial signs of arousal.  His smooth, pale skin was hairless from the shoulders down.  It added to his youthful appearance.  He would have been a prize for any slave owner.<br/><br/>His pale skin flushed with a faint red as his heart picked up in his chest.  “Yes your Majesty,” he spoke with little more confidence this time, though there was some faint anxiety hidden beneath his smooth tone.<br/><br/>His heart nearly froze as Sonneillion stopped and stepped close.  He nodded his head, too afraid that his heart might leap out of his mouth if he opened it to reply.  When he finally did manage to get a word out, all he could do is agree with her, “N-no, your Majesty.”<br/>