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Yea there is, actually! Taking a confident step towards the Durhers, you try not to smile as Tzah-Tzie glances up at you like a puppy being rescued from a well!
She’s staying with <span class="mu-s">YOU.</span>
She doesn’t even wait for permission before tackling your midsection and burying her damp face in your robes! By the time you feel her trembling head pressed against you, however, Rolo and his goonettes already have you in mangling range!
“Oh?” Vhale remarks as lazy amusement trickles into his tone, “What gave you that idea?”
<span class="mu-s">YOU</span> did, you reply, not even dignifying Rolo or his floozies with a glance as you hug Tzah-Tzie closer! How’s she supposed to rehearse if she’s locked up in a dungeon?! Just look at her–she’s <span class="mu-i">terrified!</span>
Vhale gives her about half a second of a glance. “I fail to see how that’s <span class="mu-i">my</span> problem. She’s getting her little concert, what does it matter if it’s <span class="mu-i">good</span> or not?”
TT is still trembling as you dare to take a step past the Mzz’goe’virr towards Vhale. They don’t stop you.
He has the rest of his sad, sad little life to torment her, you snarl, causing your favorite furball to peek up at you from her robe refuge, so you’re taking her off his hands til’ tonight!
By the time a sharp whistle leaves Rolo’s lips, his goons are already at your sides! Feeling a blade on each side of your face, you can’t help but let loose a sardonic laugh!
You don’t care how many goons tagged along on their little spa-date, you begin in a low, but angry tone… you’re taking her with you! And you’ll bulldoze any Spice-scented shovelhead that gets in your way!
You didn’t do too well in your High School Physics classes, but if the tension in the air was dense before, it’s definitely <span class="mu-s">DOUBLE-DENSE</span> now!
Rolo stands like a statue, face contorted as he waits for permission to tear you limb-from-limb! Following their boytoy’s cue, his girl’s blades sink deeper into your flesh! Lutza watches with reddening cheeks from her seat as Joplin and the Skog bodyguard prepare to throw down too!
And TT? She just squeezes you tighter.
Vhale, on the other hand, looks…
…<span class="mu-i">Delighted?</span>
You brace yourself for an attack that never comes–not from him, nor from his cronies, the latter clearly as befuddled by the outcome as you are!
“Bold, Anton…” Purrs the Kingpin with the faintest glimmer of a twinkle in his dead, unblinking eyes, “<span class="mu-i">Refreshingly</span> bold.” He jerks his head towards the suite’s exit, prompting his entourage to leave you where you stand.
“The whore is yours… for now.” He adds as Rolo’s glare burns a hole through your skull, “Enjoy her while you can.”
Vhale departs as abruptly as he arrived–no fanfare, no last-minute threats from his lackeys… just a Durher leaving the suite like he owned the place followed by his humbled henchmen.
>CONTD.
