CIAN
the eye
'Well," A hand claps approvingly on Ronin's shoulder. The bartender, having tossed on a shawl after her hands worked magic on herself, is now cleaning the bar. The whore who had swallowed Ronin's cock as well as everything else, was currently reaching for her shoes to strap them back on. "-my business is done. How about yours?" He asks politely as if Ronin's antics were every bit as warranted as the Eye's.
In a room not for the Star's eyes, his name appears on a board, along with the name of the whore, and the bartender, as well as symbols that Ronin wouldn't be able to decipher. But Molly can. Cian too. Favours, not unlike in Torchline, are the currency of the Silk Houses. Only unlike in Torchline, here that currency can be traded to others.
Hope that orgasm was worth it, Ronin.
In a room not for the Star's eyes, his name appears on a board, along with the name of the whore, and the bartender, as well as symbols that Ronin wouldn't be able to decipher. But Molly can. Cian too. Favours, not unlike in Torchline, are the currency of the Silk Houses. Only unlike in Torchline, here that currency can be traded to others.
Hope that orgasm was worth it, Ronin.
