Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-26380985-20151217173257/@comment-28935784-20151217195436

Ronchellster wrote: You go to a market of slaves, usually only sell human slaves, however, among them you found an Apsara and a Gandharva. The two were captured during a pillage a citadel that worshiped the goddess Eros.

What happens now?

I tell the Gandharva to play some erotic, down and dirty music.

I then take the Apsara's hands and smile down at her blushing face.

&lsquo;Let's do this, baby. I'll get ya outta here.&rsquo;

I begin a waltz with the Apsara, occasionally pressing my face into her neck and smelling her sweet scent. Probably the Gandharva's doing, but who cares. It's so good having a busty, sexy belly dancer in your arms.

Five minutes later, I see everyone staring really hard at us, including the slavers and the other slaves. I quickly adjust the Apsara's top to cover up her wardrobe malfunction – a double nipple slip – and look innocently down at her as she clutches her bra to herself, pouting a little. I shrug and twirl her around twice, and then release her arm on the second spin. She spins around by herself, her dress fluttering in the wind and her anklets chiming the Gandharva's tune.

With a surreptitious wink at the exotic dancer, I walk away towards the audience. The Gandharva keeps playing and humming, giving me her best sultry look as I look around the crowd for the slavers.

There they are. A man and his two wives, staring at their &lsquo;newest slaves&rsquo; the hardest. It must be them, right? The man's second wife is pulling at his arm and trying very hard to get his attention with some dirty talk in his ear, but it's no good. His eyes are glued to the Apsara's behind, because she's now shimmying with her back towards him. Perfect timing.

I pick up a conveniently placed club near one of the anklet shops. I look for those three douchebags again and spy them moving closer to the lovely singing and dancing pair. Well, the guy is, and his side chicks are definitely getting greener with jealousy each second. Considering the large knives both the girls have behind them attached to their sarongs, it looks like my new  waifus friends are in trouble.

I start sneaking up on the pimp and his damn hoes carefully, trying to remember the skills I learned while playing Hitman. Glad I saw exactly how 47 sneaks up on his opponents. This could come in handy.

I'm now behind the bloke after several sweaty minutes. I raise the club behind his head ...

CRACK!

Fuck. Rotten twigs.

The girls whip their knives out and spin around to face me. They stare at the club and raise their knives high in the air.

I close my eyes. This is it.

... and I whack their wrists, sending the knives spinning to the ground. I club them both on the head, cracking their occipital lobes, and smirk as they tumble down.

I leap on the guy just as he turns around. &lsquo;FOR HIP SHAKERS!&rsquo; I scream, forcing his head down and cracking him on the back of his head.

...

&lsquo; So, you've got a lonely friend, huh?&rsquo; the Apsara, Meiko, whispers in my ear.

I nod. &lsquo;He'll explode with embarassment at any dirty dancing, but he'd love someone to sing to him with background music. Like you, Rei-chan,&rsquo; I grin at the Gandharva.

Rei looks down with a worried expression. &lsquo;But what if he doesn't like me? Or thinks monster girls should be removed from society?&rsquo; she mumbles.

I leave Meiko's hand and walk over to her. Taking her hand, I gently slip my fingers between hers. &lsquo;He's a sweet guy, really, and he'll take any girl or monster girl who will be nice to him or care for him. Like he did for his three bitchy, uppity ex-girlfriends. They all left him for, er, greener pastures. You know what his philosophy on relationships is?&rsquo;

Rei's eyes mist over a little. Maybe she's had a history of girls and guys mocking her non-human appearance or music and singing; or they simply refused to acknowledge what talent she has with an ektara. &lsquo;What?&rsquo;

I hold up her hand. &lsquo;I've grown cynical and bitter over love until I saw Meiko here, but he's such a strong believer in it that he still wants to help his exes and make sure they're settled well. I told him how disgusted I am over relationships for over two hours. He tolerated me silently, and then smiled and said just one thing.

&ldquo;The spaces between our fingers were created so that someone else could fill them, Anon. That's what I believe.&rdquo;

&lsquo;I thought he was insane. Insanely romantic and unrealistic. But he's never given up. He'll love you to bits in a way that even a monster girl may not be able to return.&rsquo;

I pat her hand and walk back to the Apsara, a huge grin on my face which is matched by her own along with two cute dimples. I fall into her arms and tease her about having hearts in her eyes for me even in the marketplace. She giggles, prods my ribs and points out how much I enjoyed looking at her arse when her Arabian-style skirt kept flying up while dancing. I shrug and deny it with a grin on my face even as she takes my hand and places it on her right butt-cheek. I pull her into a long kiss, digging my fingers into her soft behind on smelling the strong, floral scent on her neck and cleavage. (Wink wink.)

As our kiss breaks, I look over to Rei to see how she feels about her new boyfriend. She's looking at the ground with a slight blush on her cheeks, but her eyes are filled with tears and she has to keep dipping her head to wipe them on her sleeves. Her fingers are absent-mindedly plucking at the strings of her instrument, leaving a few melancholic notes hanging in the air. Maybe she's really had rotten luck earlier. She could've been considered &lsquo;just a friend&rsquo; by other, cuter guys when she really wanted their love. But it's not our loss anymore. They made poor decisions.

I kiss Meiko's cheek as we walk arm-in-arm back to my place. Rei has had to pull out a handkerchief to handle her fresh tears and occasional wiping of her nose. She probably can't believe how things have turned out, but I'll convince her about her stroke of luck all right when we arrive. She won't need to wait anymore.