Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170113030909

Cyndwella picks out a dress that isn't as elaborate as the one she normally wears, but still shows off her status. She luts it on and, without a word, teleports to the middle of town.

The sun has gone down and the oil lamps light the streets, but that hasn't stopped Zahmeria. People bustle about, doing what they enjy after a long, hard day. Walking through the dim streets, she searches out the highest-class bathhouse she can find. She sees one, and walks in.

The proprietress turns. "Oh, my. Hello there!  We don't get may Wisps in th -"

"How many girls you got here?" Cyndwella speaks, her voice flat and even, her face unsmiling.

The woman looks surprised, but only for a moment. She glances momentarily at the huge bouncer standing in the corner. He perks up as the woman speaks.

"We have eighteen to choose from, my lady," she says, remaining courteous. "We can suit any variety of needs."

"Yu can tell your muscle that he's not needed, unless he wants to watch," Cyndwella says. Before the proprietress can respond, she continues. "I want three. Strapping and hot.  I want the three hardest you got here---S&M, whips amd chains, seen it all, and so on.  Three that like pain.  I'll pay whatever it takes."

The woman stands up straight. "We do not send our girls out to be tortured, madame," she says, a little edge to her voice.

"I'm not gonna cripple them. I want to dominate them, and I want them to resist me.  Give me the three hardest you got."

The woman gives Cyndwella a long, hard look. Finally she speaks.

"I think I understand. Please follow me." She parts some curtains and leads Cyndwella to a back passage...