I can do this all day.
The Silk Houses was technically a short cut on his way to the Pacifist Plaza and Erica's incredible noodle shop, but he didn't want to ruin the surprise for Deimos. "Oh. You'll see." Shooting the Warden a mischievous grin, he led the way through the dilapidated houses. A few people roamed the streets in the daylight hours, but most people were sleeping off the previous night's activities, preparing to start again in the next few hours. The stragglers were the usual 24/7 drunks and the shop workers collecting supplies for the night. Overall, it was a peaceful walk that would serve as a quick path towards their carb loading.
Zavien kept the pace clipped, more than ready to stuff his face with savory broth and noodles. His mouth was practically dripping with saliva at the thought, but he tried to give Deimos the full experience. Pointing to a shop covered in potted plants and overgrown ivy, he started the short tour of the area. "That's the healer in the area. She's a little strict, but she knows how to patch someone up after a bar fight." Gesturing his hand down the alleyway, a dangling sign rattled against the crumbling bricks. "Over there is Jeff's. He's the local butcher, and merchant, and accountant. He kind of does it all." Lastly, he pointed to the only building that looked to be somewhat upkept. "And I'm sure you've heard of Mother Molly's." The inn and brothel house was the only building showing any signs of occupancy as a few shouts came from inside. It wasn't uncommon to hear 'noises' from within the establishment, but these sounded different than their usual 'activities'. Then a shattering of glass echoed out into the street.
Turning to Deimos, Zavien knitted his eyebrows together. "Hmm... we should probably just make sure everyone's safe." Not waiting for a response, the Dragoon made his way towards the front door, listening closely to the shouts of distress from within. His fist came up in a loud pounding of the wood. "Hey! Is everyone okay in there?!" Another scream and a responding shout were his only answer, giving him more cause for concern. He didn't know what kind of situation he might be walking into (or what kind of kink someone had paid for), but Zavien reluctantly reached for the handle, ready to bust the door in. "If you don't open up, I'm gonna - !" However, before he got the last few words out, a curvy young blonde woman slung the wooden door open.
At first, it looked like she might reprimand him, but as recognition crossed her face, she slid her hand against the doorframe, batting her pretty blue eyes up at Zavien. "You're gonna what, Zav? Bust in here with your big strong muscles?" Letting her eyes run up and down his body with obvious desire, she put her other hand on her hip, pushing her chest forward slightly. "Maybe I should have left the door shut..." Her tongue flashed out to lick the deep red tint covering her plump lips, causing Zavien's to look like someone had used the same product on his entire face. His mouth hung slack in shock and uncertainty, glancing at Deimos in a desperate plea for help. Luckily, the Warden didn't have to intervene as a demanding female voice came from within. "Callie! Let the men in!" Another crash of glass in combination with the booming voice had Callie flinching, fear flashing through her eyes momentarily. That's when Zavien noted the way her seductive clothes were disheveled, even torn in a few places, exposing a red handprint around her wrist and sparkling shards of glass in her blonde hair.
Anger welled up inside and Zavien had to hold himself back from barging past. Madame Molly didn't hurt her girls, which meant a customer was overstaying and overreaching on the hospitality. His green eyes burned a deep emerald as he looked to Deimos, hoping he was thinking the same thing: they couldn't leave these defenseless women on their own. So he gave Callie a gentle hand on the shoulder, a comforting smile on his face as he stepped inside. "Wait out her. We'll let you know when it's clear."
Zavien kept the pace clipped, more than ready to stuff his face with savory broth and noodles. His mouth was practically dripping with saliva at the thought, but he tried to give Deimos the full experience. Pointing to a shop covered in potted plants and overgrown ivy, he started the short tour of the area. "That's the healer in the area. She's a little strict, but she knows how to patch someone up after a bar fight." Gesturing his hand down the alleyway, a dangling sign rattled against the crumbling bricks. "Over there is Jeff's. He's the local butcher, and merchant, and accountant. He kind of does it all." Lastly, he pointed to the only building that looked to be somewhat upkept. "And I'm sure you've heard of Mother Molly's." The inn and brothel house was the only building showing any signs of occupancy as a few shouts came from inside. It wasn't uncommon to hear 'noises' from within the establishment, but these sounded different than their usual 'activities'. Then a shattering of glass echoed out into the street.
Turning to Deimos, Zavien knitted his eyebrows together. "Hmm... we should probably just make sure everyone's safe." Not waiting for a response, the Dragoon made his way towards the front door, listening closely to the shouts of distress from within. His fist came up in a loud pounding of the wood. "Hey! Is everyone okay in there?!" Another scream and a responding shout were his only answer, giving him more cause for concern. He didn't know what kind of situation he might be walking into (or what kind of kink someone had paid for), but Zavien reluctantly reached for the handle, ready to bust the door in. "If you don't open up, I'm gonna - !" However, before he got the last few words out, a curvy young blonde woman slung the wooden door open.
At first, it looked like she might reprimand him, but as recognition crossed her face, she slid her hand against the doorframe, batting her pretty blue eyes up at Zavien. "You're gonna what, Zav? Bust in here with your big strong muscles?" Letting her eyes run up and down his body with obvious desire, she put her other hand on her hip, pushing her chest forward slightly. "Maybe I should have left the door shut..." Her tongue flashed out to lick the deep red tint covering her plump lips, causing Zavien's to look like someone had used the same product on his entire face. His mouth hung slack in shock and uncertainty, glancing at Deimos in a desperate plea for help. Luckily, the Warden didn't have to intervene as a demanding female voice came from within. "Callie! Let the men in!" Another crash of glass in combination with the booming voice had Callie flinching, fear flashing through her eyes momentarily. That's when Zavien noted the way her seductive clothes were disheveled, even torn in a few places, exposing a red handprint around her wrist and sparkling shards of glass in her blonde hair.
Anger welled up inside and Zavien had to hold himself back from barging past. Madame Molly didn't hurt her girls, which meant a customer was overstaying and overreaching on the hospitality. His green eyes burned a deep emerald as he looked to Deimos, hoping he was thinking the same thing: they couldn't leave these defenseless women on their own. So he gave Callie a gentle hand on the shoulder, a comforting smile on his face as he stepped inside. "Wait out her. We'll let you know when it's clear."
Zavien
