Incubus: Visit the Blue Iris
From Create Your Own Story
Striding confidently toward the whorehouse, you evaluate the merchandise on display. You have frequented the Blue Iris in the past, but it's been about a year since you dropped anchor in Verix Dae and things have changed. Have the whores gotten younger, or are you just getting old?
They call out to you, empty flattery that you ignore, and flash bare skin, which you pay the utmost attention to. They all look a bit tired and jaded, worn through like a carpet that has seen too much traffic. They look healthy, though, clean and fed, in decent clothes--condition-wise, anyway.
Without saying a word, you pick two of them and motion for them to follow you inside. The others make disappointed noises as you open the front door and step into the warm, smoky whorehouse. The air smells of lavender, jasmine, sweet pipe tobacco, and sex. Down the short hall you find the drawing room, close to a dozen more whores sitting around entertaining a pair of tall, well-dressed gentlemen, one of them puffing on an ivory pipe as he stands with his arm around a slender girl's waist.
Unashamed and under no false pretenses, you stand in the middle of the room and look each of the young men and women over. You finally pick out two more and motion for them to come stand beside the first pair. They exchange confused looks, but hasten to obey.
Standing before you are two men and two women. The first young man hardly looks eighteen, with shaggy blond hair and dark green eyes, nervously shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he stares down at the carpet and tries not to draw your attention.
The second man is older, though you say no more than twenty-five, his skin the dark, rich color of chocolate, his short hair black, his eyes brown. Upon one of his strong, bare arms you see a crescent of pink, puckered scars--an animal bite. He could be a Were.
The first of the women is surprisingly mature, to put it politely. She's at least your age, with a belligerent demeanor and defiant blue eyes as she stares at you. Her hair is short and brown, with threads of silver starting to show here and there, and a long, faded scar graces her jaw from the middle of her chin back to her ear.
The second woman is a selkie. There is no mistaking those huge, liquid black eyes, deep enough to drown in. Her skin is golden, dark like the crust of fresh bread, and her long hair is the color of honey. She's stocky and buxom, and completely ignoring you. Her eyes are fixed on the front window the whorehouse, staring out at the sliver of gray sea visible between the neighboring buildings. Someone--the proprietor of this fine establishment, no doubt--must have her skin.
Do you...
- Incubus: Choose the young man
- Incubus: Choose the dark-skinned man
- Incubus: Choose the older woman
- Incubus: Choose the selkie woman
| Hunger Key: Sated - Awake - Restless - Hungry - Very Hungry - Starving - Critical | |||
| Status | |||
| Demon | Awake | ||
| Location | The Blue Iris: Drawing Room | ||
