Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-34818102-20190213211917

"Or..." Beatrice said, as she found her master's pistol. "I can threaten you and hope for the best. I'd rather not put me or Vez'nan at risk by doing that." She pointed the weapon at the head, hoping that she didn't know how she was unwilling to pull the trigger.

"You know, for a copy of my lovely Beatrice, you sure don't understand how many others have tried to turn me from the Order. You may certainly be the one that I'd love to have sweet and slimy pleasure with the most, but you're certainly not the most convincing. Indeed, that title goes to Xerexa of Nas'des. It's a small wonder that I'm not still in her demon realm considering how convincing her arguments were." Vez'nan remembered with some fondness the hours he spent arguing with the Apophis, how civilized she was despite the realm of rampant debauchery around her. It was almost admirable that she was so normal despite being the central part of a dark demon realm.

"Now, how good are my chances of escape?"