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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:25:16 GMT -5
Daario had to force himself not to give the man a short death of the heart. Though it was hard.
"It is fine."
The boy returned rather unceremoniously. He carried a bottle of deep-red liquid in one hand, and two goblets in the other. It looked like a painful stretch, for the gold-painted iron seemed heavy.
The boy poured Daario a cup full, and stood there, waiting to be dismissed. He was shirtless, and a thousand marks of what looked like teeth, dotted his body.
Daario tasted the wine. It was pleasant, but it was no Dragonfire Vintage. However, Daario did not want the boy punished for this, as it seemed his life was already a terrible husk as what Daario could only imagine, was a personal "servant" to Eleez's perversions.
"Hits the spot." Daario said, putting the cup down. Eleez relaxed, and waved the boy away, who looked grateful. He scamped off, closing the door behind him. The man who was being pleasured by the woman was now finished, it seemed, as he was hitching his breeches up. He pushed the woman out of the way and nodded to Eleez, before leaving.
"Who is the boy?" Daario asked falsely. "Your son?" He knew that was not the case.
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:28:24 GMT -5
Eleez was dismissive. "My son? Of course not, my friend. Though, with all of the women that I have been with, who would really know?" He laughed, his gut shuddering.
"But no, the boy is a mouthslave here. He and his sister both used to work here, but she died from some pox or another, so he is mine now. He is in great demand here as his skills are top-tier." He suddenly looked concerned.
"Do you require his services?"
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:29:59 GMT -5
Daario shook his head.
"No, Eleez. I have a beautiful, blue-eyed Lyseni girl at home who acts as my mouth slave when it suits her, though as my wife, she would hate to be referred to in that manner. She is quite willful."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:32:08 GMT -5
"But it is said that willful women often run errant. No?" Eleez stated, reaching for the wine and pouring a goblet full. He tasted it and smiled.
"Here, the boy or girl of your choosing will be as submissive as you desire. You can even hit them if you like, they will not turn from you, but continue to do their job."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:34:17 GMT -5
I would love to hit this fat fuck until he dies. Daario thought, smiling at the thought.
"No, I am here for a different business, Eleez, please do not detour me, though, I am certain your services are astounding."
He watched as Eleez nodded, smiling, and then continued.
"Adahs is dead."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:35:03 GMT -5
"My brother?" Eleez exclaimed, looking untruly shocked. "But how? Why? What do you know?"
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:37:25 GMT -5
Pathetic liar. Daario thought, taking another gulp of the wine.
"He was caught trying to smuggle certain somethings from a certain somewhere. Do you know anything about what he was up to?"
Of course you know, you bastard.
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:38:27 GMT -5
"I had...heard, that my brother was up to some no-goodness, but I am telling you, my friend, I do not know what." He looked entirely afraid.
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:39:57 GMT -5
"Are you sure, Eleez? Because of course, if it comes to light that you happened to know even the smallest of morsels about the incident, you will be held personally accountable for the entire transgression."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:40:43 GMT -5
Eleez seemed to be weighing something internally. He shook his head, however.
"I swear to you, Daario, I have no inkling of-"
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:47:45 GMT -5
"I'm going to do you a favor, Eleez." Daario interrupted, drumming his digits against his upraised knee. "Since we are such good and genuine friends, I will do this for you." He looked up at Eleez, who looked caught between tears and outrage. "Are you listening, Eleez? I am only going to say this once to you, so you had best pry open those fat ears of yours and be attentive!"
He watched as Eleez nodded mutely.
"You had nothing to do with this, that is what you say. I will go back and say this to those who are interested in what you have to say."
Eleez looked wholly relieved. "Thank yo-" He started, but Daario interrupted again.
"I'm not finished! I said listen! Are you doing a good job of that right now? No, you are not." He pointed a finger at Eleez. "I will say this to those that what to know your answers, and you know what you will do for me? Out of friendship, you will give me a large sum."
Eleez nodded, afraid to speak now.
"You will also give me two-thirds ownership of this and all of your other businesses. Now"
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:48:17 GMT -5
Eleez looked stricken, though he only nodded.
"It would take time to draw up the documen-"
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:51:44 GMT -5
"Did I say speak yet? No, I said do. Do, Eleez. Do you know what that word means? I didn't say bat your fat gums. I didn't say sit in your chair until your lardy heart gives out. I said do this. And now." He leaned forward, and dropped his voice to a whisper.
"Or would you like me to go back and tell certain people that you admitted to the crime, and that you told me that we, which means everyone I am associated with, can fuck mules for all you care. How well do you think certain people would react, Eleez?"
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:52:33 GMT -5
"It will be done, my friend." Eleez relinquished, making to stand.
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:56:01 GMT -5
"Oh, don't get up, Eleez." Daario said, reaching into his kileen.* He withdrew a sheet of parchment and placed it on the small table between them.
"All you have to do is sign it, and it will be done."
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* A robe like garment, though it is only the torso half, it hangs open, and is made of finely threaded fabric.
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