[Day 2 - FMS] Death by Sook Sook

[Cuyler Gray]

Emrys was right there next to her, in a pose that amplified his masculine constitution, offering his arm. "You promised to feed me."

"That was before you threatened to make me your slave." she countered. "But, if you'll show me to a kitchen, I'll make something for everyone."

[Bomilcar Thorvald]

Zenzi was looking at him with some intensity, coupled with unspoken deliberation.

He moves closer to her. "Longer conversation," he says, to her.

[Ahmina]

Meanwhile, Ahmina did find Zenzi's office, or quarters. It was, unfortunately, guarded, by a man who looked like he knew how to use the weapon at his belt. The brothel security may not have been ideal, but not entirely shabby either.

Ahmina stood still for a second and observed the décor. Being important it might be possible the big hat had a window to the city for the view it gave...wasteful but money seem to cover for such luxuries. The problem would be the moisture seal...an exit then but probably not an entrance.

She would need a distraction, one big enough to let her slip by. She eyed the curtains were the orgies were ongoing...and then moved an expensive looking vase closer towards one of the location were they could go replenish their moisture before sneaking back into a corner.

Hopefully someone more concerned with butts, tits and shlongs then their trajectory would trip and break the expansive bauble and attract the guard

[Kannon]

[This amounts to creating an Asset and requires spending.]

[Kannon]

"That was before you threatened to make me your slave." she countered. "But, if you'll show me to a kitchen, I'll make something for everyone."

"I, Emrys Jago, would cherish you very much if you were mine." The man's audacious honesty could be quite charming. It could also be quite the opposite. "You don't trust me with that, so I can't trust you with the kitchen." He shrugged, but nevertheless showed her the way. "But maybe you'll change your mind later."

[Kannon]

He moves closer to her. "Longer conversation," he says, to her.

"Longer." She repeated the word with some emphasis. "Let's not tarry then lest dawn surprises us." She turned to leave, but her gaze fell on Reins. "What about that friend of yours?"

[Cuyler Gray]

"I, Emrys Jago, would cherish you very much if you were mine." The man's audacious honesty could be quite charming. It could also be quite the opposite. "You don't trust me with that, so I can't trust you with the kitchen." He shrugged, but nevertheless showed her the way. "But maybe you'll change your mind later."

"I do not doubt you, Emrys." she assured him. "But, after I feed you, you may be mine."

[Bomilcar Thorvald]

"Longer." She repeated the word with some emphasis. "Let's not tarry then lest dawn surprises us." She turned to leave, but her gaze fell on Reins. "What about that friend of yours?"

"Coworker," he says. "Londine and Thorvald." He doesn't seem put off by the fact that he has to work with a Londine. It doesn't actually bother him in the least. But as of now? They weren't actually friends.

[Ahmina]

[This amounts to creating an Asset and requires spending.]

(momentum? if so yes)

[Claudius Reins]

"Thank you for your hospitality, I think it would be best if I keep Mr. Edwell company, I fear what would happen if he wandered off alone." Reins straightens his suit coat and offers his elbows to the guards as one might offer to escort a pair of ladies. "

[Kannon]

"Thank you for your hospitality, I think it would be best if I keep Mr. Edwell company, I fear what would happen if he wandered off alone." Reins straightens his suit coat and offers his elbows to the guards as one might offer to escort a pair of ladies. "

Reins was promptly 'escorted' out, with a swing onto the street.

[Kannon]

(momentum? if so yes)

[-2 Momentum]

She would have to wait for the trap so set to spring. But once it did, the guard indeed reacted, mostly to reprimand the one who tripped for his clumsiness, but it was brief. She had only one chance.

[Move (Stealth) 4, Complication at 18]

[Kannon]

"Coworker," he says. "Londine and Thorvald." He doesn't seem put off by the fact that he has to work with a Londine. It doesn't actually bother him in the least. But as of now? They weren't actually friends.

Seeing that matter resolved, Zenzi took the man's hand. "Follow me then."

[Ahmina]

Now or never. It was risky but she had a higher purpose.

---
Sneaking pass the guard, move 7 (unobtrusive)+ Faith 18, subtle step, spending 1 momentum, diff 4: 4#1d20 8 9 4 1 6 successes, +2 momentum

[Bomilcar Thorvald]

Seeing that matter resolved, Zenzi took the man's hand. "Follow me then."

"Following," he said with a nod, allowing himself to be pulled along.

Bomilcar followed, watching the way her body moves as she leads him deeper into the building. There were of course the ever present internal warnings and cautions that his mind would never allow to turn off completely, especially in unfamiliar territory. But he did suppress them slightly in favor of watching the way Zenzi moved. Who knows, maybe she was hiding a knife under all that clothing....

[Kannon]

Now or never. It was risky but she had a higher purpose.

---
Sneaking pass the guard, move 7 (unobtrusive)+ Faith 18, subtle step, spending 1 momentum, diff 4: 4#1d20 8 9 4 1 6 successes, +2 momentum

Ahmina got in before the guard returned! She still had to be very careful.

Zenzi's quarters were relatively opulent; rugs, cushions and curtains were from a mixture of local and offworld fabrics, all bright-coloured interspersed with strands of spice fiber blue. The aesthetics didn't carry much pretense for offworld fashions, it was still very much native, just everything was in greater quantity and od greater quality than even a naib's private space in a sietch.

The lounging space was actually first, what must have been the office loomed beyond the curtains.

[Kannon]

"I do not doubt you, Emrys." she assured him. "But, after I feed you, you may be mine."

"How could it be?" He showed her the way in. "You want to buy me with food?"

[Ahmina]

Ahmina got in before the guard returned! She still had to be very careful.

Zenzi's quarters were relatively opulent; rugs, cushions and curtains were from a mixture of local and offworld fabrics, all bright-coloured interspersed with strands of spice fiber blue. The aesthetics didn't carry much pretense for offworld fashions, it was still very much native, just everything was in greater quantity and of greater quality than even a naib's private space in a sietch.

The lounging space was actually first, what must have been the office loomed beyond the curtains.

Before the guard could come back she carefully locked the door...to make sure that she could be noticed should someone come in. The fremen then carefully moved forward, eyeing the place for traps and further guards.

But any documents, proof or leads where her goal

[Cuyler Gray]

"How could it be?" He showed her the way in. "You want to buy me with food?"

"Just one of many ways to buy a man." she said.

[Kannon]

In the office, there were indeed some loose documents of spice paper left on the low table, just near unfinished coffee. Zenzi must have been going over them when they had intruded upon the Desert Sipwell and had made all the ruckus. They were full of unknown names and unfamiliar abbreviations, and Ahmina wasn't exactly an avid reader. That wasn't on the sietch curriculum.

[Understand 3 to get the gist of the content.]

[Kannon]

"Just one of many ways to buy a man." she said.

"Are you an expert on men then?"

[Kannon]

"Following," he said with a nod, allowing himself to be pulled along.

Bomilcar followed, watching the way her body moves as she leads him deeper into the building. There were of course the ever present internal warnings and cautions that his mind would never allow to turn off completely, especially in unfamiliar territory. But he did suppress them slightly in favor of watching the way Zenzi moved. Who knows, maybe she was hiding a knife under all that clothing....

She let their bodies brush against one another, lightly, when passing through a narrow door frame, in a playful ritual she wasn't ashamed of.

"Do you think that you can fit here? My uncle told me that you come from a very cold world."

[Cuyler Gray]

"Are you an expert on men then?"

"I'm an expert on food." she answered. "But, I know men pretty well."

[Kannon]

"What do you know about me, Emrys Jago?" The man turned his dark eyes and white smile on her.

[Cuyler Gray]

"Emrys Jago, the first kindjal of Arrakeen? I know you shared good water with me. I know you want to share more with me." she said. "But, I want to know more about Emrys Jago before that."