Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170402222740

"For that, sugar, you get to call the shots!" One of the Wights says, her brows raising at the sight of the huge sum. "All right, cutie pie, I'll get the VIP room ready. I hope your stamina is as deep as your pockets..."

The other slides over and puts an arm around Kittycut, tickling her under the chin. "And don't worry, you'll get your money's worth. We haven't seen a customer in weeks.  We have a lot of love to give..."

Back at the mansion, the Ghoul pouts playfully. "Awww, that's too bad. Still, though, send those boys my way and I'll make sure they get served, hehe.  Right this way."

She leads the pair to a kind of waiting area: an open parlor, lined with luxurious seats. A few other petitioners wait their turn, several Zombies and a pair of Large Mice. Looking bored, they all sit up and take notice when the three walk in.

"Lady Cyndwella told me you might be coming, Mister Boy. She called you another name, but she described you perfectly.  I'll take you two right in."

As they approach the large set of ridiculously elaborate double doors, they can hear the sound of Cyndwella's muffled voice on the other side. She doesn't sound happy. The maid opens the doors and takes them inside to the study.

"...without pay, if we have to! Tell their lazy asses that if they don't, I'll personally make sure that every belfry within a five-hundred mile radius is burnt to the fucking ground!  We'll see if they like to sleep all day THEN!"

Cyndwella floats in the air, her arms crossed, her flames flared. A trio of Large Mice, looking very uneasy, are in the opposite side of the room. One of them, dressed like an engineer with overalls and gloves, waves her hands.

"What am I supposed to say, My Lady?" She says in an exasperated tone. "Bats eat mice, and because of that, the Werebats won't listen to us Mice! We can find other ways to transport the bricks!  I can get the---"

"Bullshit. Tell them that if they sleep in one more day..." Cyndwella's tone becomes low and angry, "I will call them here myself. Just because they..."

Cyndwella now notices the trio. Her eyes widen when she sees Marcus.

"...Marcus?"