(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/78/57/32/785732e3283cd10fc6f18f903236844a.jpg)<br/><strong>DM<br/>Senval, Slave merchant<br/>Tag: Evita, Elsbeth</strong><br/><br/>The mistress examined Evita closely.. and with more professionalism than shame. "I don't.. that looks like infernal script but no one uses that... hrmnn.. but you seem so genuine.."<br/><br/>"Waiiit wait wait..." The mistress sighed, raising her fan and staring intently at Evita, before sighing. "You may<em>rise</em>" She decided. "Was it Dulcet? The Marquis has more sense than to send two slaves shopping he..." She froze up suddenly.<br/><br/>"W.. wait you don't belong to<em>Them</em>do you?" She looked left and right. "The Lady in the shadows, the one only known as... Lust. Ahaha.. well then!" She clasped her fan shut.<br/><br/>".. I believe you were looking for someone! Come on, come along, let me show you the way. Ahaha, it's my pleasure!" She declared, with only a hint of strain on her smile, as she pointed with her fan.<br/><br/>"Haha ha... my pleasure! This way, yes. Now I remember, Doctor Antonius Dandelor. He can be a bit intense, but is the best at what he does... this way to his workshop."<br/><br/><em>Combat Averted!</em><br/><br/>The Slave-mistress, with a whip slung casually over her shoulder.. she seemed to not have completely forgotten about Evita's offer, after all, nor did the command about not attacking her seem to have been withdrawn... she approached a workshop .. a shop? It was unclear by the stained windows, a sign above it read:<strong>The Perfected Body</strong><br/><br/>Inside was an androgynous man of indeterminable age, currently sorting through an assortment of tiny, sharp looking blades with an intent and purpose common to both genius and madmen...<br/>(https://pm1.narvii.com/6538/7a7dc03ecda24ed976051e7a607a95c49ec57827_hq.jpg)<br/><br/>"Xian?" He complained looking up. "If this is about giving a slave two dicks again, I told you, I want something special, vision.. and.. who are these two?" He took a closer look. "Ah, yes, I brought you customers, well, I should be off to my stand..."<br/><br/>"Customers huh?" He looked the two girls up and down. "... you want dicks too, don't you? Or to give someone a bigger dick as an anniversary present or somesuch? Everything is all about dicks today. I swear I don't get the fascination with penile proportions. Tentacles are clearly superior for reproductive purposes, but no one wants them." He suddenly picked up a jar, holding what seemed to be a dettached bit of octopus... it wiggled a little when moved.<br/><br/>"Look at these beauties! How can you not want them? .. ah.. right.. focus Anton. ...<br/>What can I do for you, honored customer?" He smiled a winning smile. He also still held up the tentacle-glass, as if he had forgotten about it. The tentacle wiggled a little more within.