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For all that she considered herself a fairly worldly person, Wisteria had never actually been to Essyrn before.

She wasn't sure if she liked it.

It was loud, and hot, and crowded, and so damned bright. Grumbling to herself, she ducked into the nearest building in an attempt to escape the sun.

Well, it was certainly darker in here. And hotter, stuffy with the scent of incense. She coughed, delicate nose crinkling as her sense of small was almost overloaded, and looked around.

Huh. It seemed she'd stumbled into some sort of den of iniquity. The incense was obviously burning to cover the scent of whatever it was most of the patrons were smoking, and scantily clad serving girls- no, those were probably slaves- were weaving their way around the dim, stuffy room bearing trays of drinks that did everything from glow to steam to give off colorful sparks.

"Well hello there."

Wish jumped and whirled to face what she assumed was the proprietor of the...store she'd entered. The man grinned at her smarmily, eyes flicking over her in a calculating sort of way she was used to. She was suddenly very glad she was "overdressed" for the Essyrni weather. "What can I do for you, miss? Not often we get foreigners in here."

"I'm looking for someone," she replied after a moment. "If you'd point me in the right direction..."

Her voice trailed off and her eyes widened as she inadvertently glanced around the gathered patrons and nearly choked on her own voice. One of the men lounging back against a pile of cushins, smoking a pipe, seemed to have a slave with him- judging by the way he kept glancing at his companion haughtily and barking quiet orders.

But it wasn't the master that drew her attention. It was the slave. She'd never seen anything like him.

Zero

Lounging about, indulging oneself in the pleasures of drugs, flesh, and whatever other vices one could imagine would have been a perfect way to spend his time under other circumstances. Not being the one indulging, being forced to stand next to some lesser creature as it partook in such frivolity, having his power wasting away under unseen shackles...

It was criminal.

Zenith could only endure the pungent odors wafting through the air, gritting his teeth and curling his lips back in a silent snarl at each arrogant demand. White fangs glistened against his dark lips as his crimson eyes stared off into nothingness.

Hell would have been preferable.

Sadly the contract bound him here to this man. As much as he'd have loved to choke the man with his own entrails he could not harm the stupid human as long as it was his master.

He didn't notice when a pale foreign woman entered the building, such a creature was beneath the notice of something like him. Zenith's master noticed her, though, and he gave a quite command while flashing a smug smirk and puffing on his pipe. It was actually an amusing order, and since the man was still his master, he obeyed.

Sharp talons clicked on the floor with each step as he made his way towards the owner of the building, his rich dark voice full of mocking venom. "My master wishes to know how much for the pale foreign sow. He says he always wanted to make a little piglet squeal."

DragonSong

The shop owner sputtered, "Ah, actually I don't think-"

Wish cut him off with a smile and a wave of her hand. "That's quite alright." Her eyes flicked curiosity over the slave, then to his master.

She was hungry.

She smiled at the creature. "Why don't I tell him how much myself- would you escort me?"

Zero

White teeth contrasted sharply against such dark skin as Zenith's lips pulled back in a devilish smirk, crimson eyes glinting in amusement and malice. "You seem unconcerned, little piglet. Do you not realize how much danger you are in? This is Essyrn, and no one will bat an eye when my master puts a collar around that pale little piggy throat."

Who cared if some foreign whore was taught her place? Not that he cared. It would amuse him to watch another enslaved and tormented. Especially such a tasty looking little morsel.

"Maybe when master is through with you he will give you to me." Zenith taunted her as he gestured towards the lounging man with one of his massive clawed hands. He dwarfed Wish in size, the dragon built powerful and tall, an obsidian monolith and all that power on display as the only garment that covered him was a long crimson silk loin cloth.

DragonSong

Rather than listen to the instinctive chill that ran up her spine, Wish just smirked. "Perhaps he will," she purred as she looked him over again, apparently unconcerned.

She sauntered her way over to the man and leaned against the wall next to him. "I'm told you have interest in...shall we say, something exotic. How much is it worth to you?"

She batted her lashes and artfully leaned against the wall to tighten her dress around her curves, one eyebrow raised.

Zero

Zenith didn't know if it was arrogance, ignorance, or confidence that was emitted in that purr, but whatever it was, he answered with a dark chuckle as he followed her. She was bold, that was for certain, and he could appreciate such fearlessness - to an extent.

He rather enjoyed the sweet, savory aura of fear that he could cause. Encountering someone who, at least on the surface, acted unafraid of him was amusing.

The Essyrni man smirked at Wish as she leaned against the wall, eyes roaming over her unabashedly. "You are very overdressed, little sow. We aren't enamored with little pink pigs in Essyrn, you'll come to find, but there is a certain brutish appeal to you soft northern hogs. Perhaps if you amuse me enough I will let you be one of my concubines instead of just a slave, but I doubt it."

He laughed wickedly and gestured to Zenith. "I think I will take her home with us, slave. The haughtiness will be fun to break out of her."

DragonSong

Wish just smiled, dipping her head demurely. "As you wish, sir. After all, I am merely a stranger in your land. It seems you must teach me your ways."

To someone who was paying attention, it might be suspicious that she spoke such practiced Essyrni for a foreigner. Of course, her father would never send her on a mission unprepared.

She looked to the slave, calculating. She wasn't worried about the master, but this...man, if he could be called that, was an enigma.

She'd be better off trying to get on his good side than outright attempting to fight him. "Am I allowed to know your name?"

Zero

"Now you are just being coy. That will be fun to correct as well." Of course anything he could do to her would be fun for him. He was arrogant enough to think that this was that easy. Of course he assumed the woman was simply smart enough to realize that his slave could do great harm if she didn't cooperate.

The man gave a short barking laugh. "You need only know me as master, and that thing only has a name if I give him one. You would do well to hide your interest in that monstrosity. Dragons eat little pigs, and if you annoy me I might just let him eat you. Slowly."

Zenith smirked, folding his arms across his chest. He almost wished she would put up a fight so that he would have an excuse to toy with her. As it was the master was interested in playing with her and he couldn't damage his master's new toy without permission - something he doubted he'd be getting without due cause.

DragonSong

"Of course, sir." Her eyes flicked to Zenith again, unable to completely hide her curiosity. And he did rather draw the eye.

With a toss of her multicolored hair, she shrugged away from the wall and dipped into a northern half-curtsy. "I suppose you will lead on, then?" she murmured, looking up at the two men through her lashes.

The slave master seemed anxious to get moving now that he had his curiosity, and she was no less eager. The longer she stayed in this place, the more her hunter's instincts rose to the surface. It was taking a great deal of self control not to simply pounce on the man then and there.

Zero

"So eager, maybe we can make a proper slave of you yet." The master laughed softly, rising from his cushions and making a subtle gesture to his dragon.

Zenith wrapped one of his clawed hands around Wish's upper arm, squeezing just slightly so that his claws would prick threateningly against her skin without actually breaking the skin. It wouldn't do to leave marks on the newest toy prematurely.

His scales were surprisingly cool and warm to the touch. Although given the extreme heat of Essyrn warmth was probably not the greatest asset.

When the master began sauntering out Zenith left Wish little choice on whether or not she'd follow. His grip was like iron even if it wasn't being used to crush at the moment. "You'd do well to keep up, our master is an impatient man." Not that she could fall behind with him leading her along - or pulling - he didn't care if he had to drag her kicking and screaming to be honest.

DragonSong

Wish made no move to resist. She was playing the game now, and it wouldn't do to show her hand too early.

She glanced up at Zenith with a small smirk as they trailed along behind the human. "Are you really a dragon?" she asked curiously, voice soft in an attempt not to draw their "master's" attention. "I find it hard to believe such a powerful creature could be chained by a mortal."

Zero

Zenith snorted softly at the very idea that such a pathetic man had chained him. He was a veritable god of destruction. No mortal could have reduced him to this. He gave her a slightly harder pull than strictly necessary given her willingness to follow him through the streets as if this were the most normal and boring of days.

"That man could never chain such a magnificent being. No, my chains are far older than a hundred of his pitiful lifetimes, and my chains will remain long after he's nothing more than dust. That man merely holds the chains - for now." There was a bitter bite to the words. Zenith wasn't going to pretend that he was happy with his current master. Not that he had ever been pleased by being beholden to any master.

DragonSong

Hm. Intriguing. Wish tilted her head at him, almost birdlike, in curiosity. "A binding spell?" she guessed, though judging from his rather immodest assessment of his own power she had a feeling it would have to be quite the spell.

No matter. She supposed it didn't really make a difference if she knew the specifics or not, as long as she was sure the creature wouldn't actually eat her.

She glanced at his master, then back. "I take it there is no loyalty here then?" she murmured softly. "You would hardly weep if he died."

Zero

"What else?" It had been so foolish to underestimate his rival, but even he wasn't sure just how the trap had actually succeeded in imprisoning him. Zenith made a dismissive gesture with his free hand. "It hardly matters now."

They kept moving, keeping just a short distance behind their master.

"Loyalty is a delusion. Only power and fear can buy loyalty." Or a binding contract, he supposed, but it wasn't actual loyalty, only forced obedience. "When that man dies I will relish the opportunity to collect my payment due." Although his soul would probably hardly be satisfying.

DragonSong

Wish smiled, showing the barest flash of fang. "Excellent."

She fell quiet, doing her best to emit an air of placid obedience as she allowed Zenith to pull her along behind his master. Her eyes kept moving to the man's neck and wrists, the most obvious places where she could see the pulse of blood through his body.

Zero

Crimson eyes glinted darkly as he ushered them along at the pace his master set. They received many strange looks, mostly directed at Zenith, his appearance was somewhat monstrous, but a some looked oddly at Wish. Her pale skin stuck out like a sore thumb in Essyrn. It was a wonder how she wasn't burnt to a crisp by the brutal sun.

They passed into a large garden surrounding a modest estate. His master was a man of some means, but not so impressive as a Trade Prince. A middling merchant with enough wealth to have a small harem of concubines, a few wives, and a handful of slaves.

As soon as they passed into the archways of the home Zenith released his hold on Wish, seemingly bored of the task of guiding her. His master waved his hands in a grand gesture of his foyer. "This will be your new home, little pig. After I have amused myself with you it would be wise to learn your way about. I won't tolerate lost little sows running about when they have work to do."

DragonSong

"Yes, sir. Of course, sir." Wish looked around curiously, taking stock of this place and, more importantly, the people in it.

She was reasonably confident that the only being who pose a real threat was the one with the death grip on her arm.

Batting her eyes, she murmured, "what am I to do now then, sir? Is there a...certain room to be used for such activities?" She was getting anxious now, bloodlust rising up in her chest and giving her lavender eyes a predatory glint.

Zero

Aside from herself, Zenith was the only non-human around. His master could afford certain things, but not especially exotic slaves. How he had come to possess the dragon was probably a tantalizing mystery.

The man ignored her batting lashes and turned his attention to Zenith. "Take her to a spare room and make her ready for me. I will be there as soon as I've checked on my wives."

Zenith bowed his head obediently before giving Wish a small tug in the direction of the slave's quarters, pulling her to an unoccupied room. There was a large bed in the center, with chains and shackles ready to bind unruly slaves who might try to run. He gave her a shove towards the bed, but at least he let her go.

"Master will expect you to be waiting for him disrobed, and perhaps chained if you are uncooperative, but I seem to recall you being very well-behaved on the way here." The way he said it and the smirk that came to his lips suggested he was well aware that her compliant nature was nothing more than an act.

DragonSong

Wish knew a predator when she saw one- and it had nothing to do with his claws or scales. She smirked in reply to Zenith, tossing him a rather jaunty wink.

He knew she was faking, and she knew he knew. Hopefully his master would be slower on the uptake.

"Are you staying here then?" she asked casually as she started to strip out of her dress, apparently unconcerned. "Does he have you watch or something?" She screwed up her face at the idea, tsking quietly when she thought of girls that must have come before her, girls not strong enough to defend themselves.

Zero

"My role varies from girl to girl." Zenith answered casually, flexing his wings, stretching them from the uncomfortable folded position they had been in far too long. "Until he arrives I am simply babysitting to make sure you do not try to escape. When he comes he may dismiss me entirely, or insist that I restrain you if he thinks you might put up too much of a fight. Bad girls are sometimes punished, and I am merely his chosen tool to accomplish his discipline."

There was no reason to lie about his role in the harm and subjugation of the girls his master tormented to his heart's desire. Zenith enjoyed hurting them. It was one of the few pleasures he took in his service to the man.

His crimson eyes were watching her keenly the entire time, not at all shy about observing her as she undressed. For the moment she was nothing more than a toy to be played with.

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