>>5986635>>5986328>>5986338>>5986342If you’re going to be spending the same amount of coin either way, you decide it would be better to get more product. Three are times when coin CAN’T buy access, after all, and at such times shirin—something with intrinsic value to anyone willing to partake—could provide useful… And potentially fun, if you’re being honest to yourself. Of course, that means delving into the seedier area of Hawksong; where your little misadventure at the inn with Costella had only touched upon, you now will be diving deep. You decide it best to bring Zith-Zi, if deference to this—if she can be your ‘muscle in the wastes, she can do so here as well—but that in turn means bringing Carazzi.
And in this part of town…
“Hoooo~,” Carazzi coos, the sound turning into a low whistle as her head twists this way and that to take in the ‘sights’ of the red lantern district. “You sure you that we can’t just take that vacation here?”
“I’m sure,” you say, in a tone that stifles any objection. “Carazzi, you need to learn to control yourself.”
“I’m workin’ on it!” the demogoblin protests. “Honest!”
You regard her critically. Even now, she looks a little thin, if not as emaciated as she was when you retrieved her (at great peril) from the Tower’s basement. That does at least indicate that she’s not been overindulging her ‘appetite’ for emotionally-charged spiritual energy, and also goes a long way towards explaining her lapses: she’s still ‘hungry’, no doubt. The source of the demonic ectoplasm which forms the cloned goblin’s ‘soul’ is apparently a succubus—a demon of desire. She only has so many ways to feed that Hellish hunger within: fear and lust principally.
“What happened with my father, then?” you ask.
“So, ah, ‘big sis’ told you about that, huh?”
“Ain’t your sister!” Zith-Zi snaps, from where she’s marching a few paces ahead, studiously making a show of ignoring the interaction—if not very convincingly.
“L-look, Tips, it was just a little snogging, you know?” she says evasively, avoiding your eyes and rubbing her arm. “We just got to sparring, and he was teachin’ me so many tricks, an’ I got distracted and he got a good slice in… An’ then he offered to clean the wound, and havin’ a big, sweaty, VIRILE guy with his hands all over me after all that, and with where his EYES kept driftin’… I could FEEL it, you know? He WANTED it, at least a little, an’ I was so worked up an’ I just… Gave him a little peck!”
“I hear Zith-Zi fund you straddling her and sucking on his throat like some sort of vampire,” you say, grimacing at the mental image it evokes.
