It's taken a bit of willpower for Nicora to return here. The recent events attributed to the return of the Kindly Ones have left the ruins unmolested (not that anyone would try to look the Temple of Gorphat, or even set foot in it), which means Nicora was able to use the front door this time. Now that she's here though, she feels a bit uncomfortable: every scratch and chirp from the darkness reminds her of the swarm of Horribs that carried off Lady Velkarno.
"It's quiet, it's creepy. It has noises, it's creepy. Lady Velkarno is probably downstairs, even," Nicora mutters as she slips through the decaying ruins, half-hunched over as if trying to hide. "I think I'll avoid the chambers below; that's something I don't need to see."
The altar at least is free of debris, making it the safest place to sit.. relatively speaking.
Nicora eyes the altar for several minutes. "Why do I feel this is a bad idea to sit on this?" she asks the room. "How many people have suffered here in the past I wonder? I honestly shouldn't think about that but..." She sighs and runs her hands through her hair, then sets her jaw and climbs up onto the altar. She sits there for a moment, then lies bakc and stares up at the darkness above.
There are things hanging from the ceiling. Nothing recognizable.. probably just old ropes or bits of fabric that the Chibix carried up and 'glued' with their guano to make nesting areas. "I wasn't expecting you to come back," the voice of Gorphat rattles from the shadows.
Nicora blinks at that. She hadn't expected Gorphat to come speak so easily! "I ... ah ... came to honor you by invoking your gift and for you to enjoy the discomfort it causes," she admits quietly. "I wish that you continue to be satisfied with me, because I've seen what you can do to someone."
A clammy hand rests on Nicora's cheek as the goddess stands at the head of the altar, looking down at her. "Suffering does not honor Me, child. It is overcoming of it that does. I do enjoy it of course, but that is different. Are you here to honor me, or appease me?"
"I am trying to make you happy," Nicora says as her answer. She doesn't pull her cheek away from the hand upon it, though she wants to. "I am not sure how, other than to offer you things that you enjoy."
Gorphat leans down, and kisses Nicora on her forehead (leaving a rather sticky ring behind). "Not one hundred paces from here, Celise Velkarno suffers. It is quite delicious, and the best gift I have been given in many years. Do you really think I would be dissatisfied with that?"
"Well, no," Nicora admits. She knew Velkarno was nearby; but not that close. She's really glad she can't see or hear that! "I also have to admit that by coming to you, it helps me to not be swayed by others like Inala to favor them over you," she says softly. "It keeps us close and may bring us closer."
"Oh?" Gorphat says, turning to sit next to Nicora's head. "And what miracles have you performed in Her name to rival mine?"
"Nothing as of yet; though she does entice me with such physical pleasures it is easy to get lost in them," Nicora notes as she looks up at the bandaged, and oozing, Eeee sitting beside her.
"You carry out my will, and demonstrate my power.. and mercy.. upon dozens, within the domain of my older Sister," Gorphat notes. "And then use that power in an even more dramatic example. And while I must share some of that exposure with Rephath and Sunala.. it is still a powerful reminder that I am here, and not dead. You are my Sabaoth, my Champion. And clearly I must be your favorite, for you to come to me so."
"I also promised to be your lover," Nicora notes nervously, "But perhaps my fears that I was not doing enough was merely an illusion I put on myself."
"Well, do you want to make love to me now then?" Gorphat asks, smiling. Her teeth are a bit.. grimy. "Or shall I summon Hosheb for you?"
"Is there a reason I cannot make love to both?" Nicora says before she can stop herself! She finally sits up, and in an act of pure insanity she cups her hand behind Gorphat's neck and kisses her.
It is.. an experience. It's a good thing Nicora doesn't eat solid food, too. It makes her eyes water and the wax in her ears turn runny. Gorphat is the one to break it, and says, "Well, I was thinking of a nice warm bath first."
"Ah, bathe you? I could do that," Nicora agrees after a wise and well-handled pause after the kiss to keep herself from heaving.
"Come with me," Gorphat says, offering her hand to Nicora.
Nicora places her hand in Gorphat's. Only her left ear twitches a bit when there's a slight squish. She forces herself to smile and wiggle her nose ring. "As you wish, Goddess" she says.
The temple fades away.. to be replaced by a disturbing cavern. The walls seem to be made of flesh, and not healthy flesh at that. There is an orifice in the center of the floor, slightly raised and full of a miasma of steaming goo. Gorphat leads Nicora to it, and sticks a toe in dire need of a pedicure into the soup - which moans in response. "Even Hastur has his uses," she notes, then kneels down and reaches in to pull out a slime-covered femur bone to stir the whole mess up.
"Oh God, that's ... disgusting!" poor Nicora things and really has to struggle now to not heave. "I am to remove your bandages?" she asks as she tries to focus on something other than the pit before her; and very glad she isn't the one going in there!
"You may," Gorphat offers. Of course, the bandages are stuck to her, and often come off with clumps of green fur or dead skin.
Nicora is slow and careful about unwrapping Gorphat. She also makes it a point to not look too closely at what lies beneath her bandages as she works. Each one is carefully coiled up and set aside with the respect due anything owned by a Goddess; even one this disturbing! The Eeee also makes it a point to caress and even massage the emaciated Gorphat while she works, because, well, she doesn't want to seem repulsed by her!
Once the bandages are shed, Gorphat steps down into the pool (despite her own open sores). The pool responds by screaming in agony, especially when the goddess slops it up over her shoulders. "Are you ready to join me?" she asks Nicora.
Nicora's eyes go wide! "I am to join you? In that?" she asks.
"I would recommend you remove your clothes first, of course," Gorphat suggests. "I don't think the Temple has a working laundry."
Nicora is ... well, grossed out is so weak of a description. Still, she does actually undress; and in a few minutes only wears her body jewelry. She eyes that disturbing pit of goo, then bites her lip. Figuring she must at least be immune to it since she sort off made it, the Eeee slowly wades in. "Oh God I can't believe I'm doing this!" she thinks in horror.
It doesn't feel like goo. In fact.. it feels like warm water. The scent of flowers wafts up as the surface is broken, and seems to wash away the cavern itself. Nicora finds herself standing in a marble tub full of rosewater, in a pristine chamber with styling similar to the Temple of Gephesa. Gorphat lounges at the other end of the large bath, looking like Phlagaea - young, beautiful and with a healthy green glow. "You didn't really think I would make you bathe in a melted noble, did you?" she asks with a smirk.
"I have no idea. I'm still learning about you," Nicora admits as she makes her way over to Gephesa. "It might have been a test to see if I was dedicated to you."
"You already passed that test," Gorphat notes, sliding over a bit to make room. "Why should I continually test you? I am not unnecessarily cruel, you know."
Nicora slides in beside Gorphat. "I don't know. Maybe part of me likes the tests," she admits as she settles in. "I wanted to keep your gifts because they're well, from you after all."
"And you will have them," Gorphat says, resting her chin on Nicora's shoulder. "I imagine Inala tests you all the time, because she is not your favorite. It must gall Her, who has never had to earn the loyalty of Her followers, but merely give them what they want. And how was your recent encounter with Zakaro? Did she tempt you with power?"
"No. She delighted in what I was capable of," Nicora explains as she actually pets the back of Gorphat's neck. "She also tormented the maiden by having the remainder of her bare skin tattooed almost completely."
"Hmm, not the sort of torment I could get behind," Gorphat says, and produces a bowl of soap from beyond the edge of the tub. "I hope they did not make the Maiden seem as hideous as my dear Sister?"
"I could try to bring the form out if you wish to see," Nicora offers. "Or I am sure you could as well. That form isn't as beeautiful as you, of course; but I don't think it is as hideous as Her, either."
Nicora then reaches for the bowl of soap and takes some, so that she can begin washing Gorphat.
The goddess stands up so Nicora can work. "I must admit, your Artist is very good at what he does," she notes. "Is he a follower of the Kindly Ones?"
"Yes. He did some of my body jewelry as well. He did not do the ring in my nose, but he likes it," Nicora explains as she works the soap gently over Gorphat; massaging it into her green fur and skin, and also combing with her claws.
There's a disturbance in the water behind Nicora.. and a set of masculine hands begins washing her back. "Ah, Hosheb has arrived," Gorphat notes. "He started out as the gameskeeper for the Temple you know.."
Nicora twitches when she feels hands on her back. She can't help herself and ends up looking over her shoulder. "I did not know that. How did he end up as part horrib?" she asks.
The man behind her is.. very rugged and handsome. He wears his hair in a single strip down the middle of his head, with the sides cut low and dyed to match his fur. It makes his ears look huge.
"Who can keep track of the twists and turns of myth? Well, besides Barada?" Gorphat asks, grinning. "We are all bound by the Lore."
"Wow, he's actually good looking! Maybe it wasn't so bad to let him bed me," Nicora thinks. To Gorphat she notes, "Ah, good point. Oh, one thing Zakaro did do is change my, er, monster form to make me my own demon. I am both the to be the Sabbaoth and his demon, it seems."
"Now that is new," Gorphat says, quite surprised. "But fitting, since you are also the Shrine Maiden. Maiden, Master and Monster."
"It's different to be so many different people," Nicora admits, "Each has its own desires and alterations to my personality." She resumes her bathing of Gorphat.
"I also never expected to be so ... slutty," Nicora also admits.
"Is that a surprise?" Gorphat says, turning to face Nicora and place her hands on the other woman's shoulders. "You came to me out of a sense of.. obligation? Guilt? Would any of your others have done that?"
"Your gifts helped temper that in this body," Nicora says, "And perhaps it was out of guilt. But, it is also because Phlagaea is so close to me. I want to be part of her life, and that includes you."
"And you will be a part of her life, and of her giving birth," Gorphat promises, as Hosheb reaches around to soap up Nicora's belly. "You are family, after all. Except that we actually like you."
"True, I will be, and I will share in the sensations of birth," Nicora agrees and nods. "I just won't be all plump like her." She grins at that. "But it doesn't also mean I won't that that you like me for granted. I come here of my own free will, to serve and to learn." And it's her turn to wash Gorphat's stomach in turn.
"Have you spent more time with me than the other Kindly Ones?" Gorphat asks, resting her forehead against Nicora's. Nicora can feel the warmth of the glowing symbol on Gorphat's head.
Nicora has to think about that. "Since I have arrived in Babel, yes," she says after she thinks about that. "And Hosheb is the only demon servant I have mated with."
"I'm surprised Rugharo hasn't found you yet," Hosheb says from behind.
"Ah, no. I have not bedded him," Nicora agrees. "Probably for the best; Inala scares me in that she could make me pregnant if she so desired."
Gorphat laughs at this, and kisses Nicora. "Ah, for me you would wade into filth, but you fear Inala," she giggles.
"I'm strange, I know," Nicora admits with a sheepish grin.
"You feel normal to me," Hosheb claims, feeling up Nicora and nibbling the side of her neck.
"I wouldn't inside, given the implants I have," Nicora teases and shudders a bit at the nibble. She tries to distract herself by feeling up Gorphat again, then taking time to kiss her here and there.
The conversation seems to pause at the point, as things move towards.. rinsing off. And toweling. And bedding. And this time, Gorphat's Gift isn't so bad when it kicks in. It still hurts of course, but it's the perception that's altered somehow.
Nicora shows she's quite capable of being with a woman, while a woman, when she's with Gorphat. This of course leaves part of herself available to Hosheb. The experience is ... disturbingly nice. Even when the pain comes, it's ... a good thing. "There is your gift," she murmurs in Gorphat's ear. "Thank you for it; it makes me feel closer to you with the discomfort it brings me."
"Watch out for Rugharo," Gorphat whispers to Nicora. "He can be rough, and you are living in the home of his Mistress."
"I can endure rough, if he does find me. I have made love to Hosheb when he's part horrib," Nicora says, but nods all the same.
"Hosheb was a man once," Gorphat notes. "But Rugharo was a beast, a sacred ram. Still.. not as freaky as Ephasto.."
"He was disturbing, yes. Heh, maybe I should turn into a sow for Rugharo," Nicora remarks, amused, "I do know the body. It's disturbing to use, though."
"And what sort of personality does that one have?" Gorphat asks. "And what of your new Monster?"
"I have no idea. I have only spent a few minutes in that body," Nicora admits, "As for the demon; cruel, though tempered since I am still part of it. I reaped souls of Yodhzakaro that betrayed her."
"And did it enjoy it?" Gorphat asks.
Nicora has to think about that. "Not quite. It was a duty," she decides.
"And when you melted Velkarno?" the goddess asks coyly.
"Given how horrible he was, yes ... that felt good. His crimes were almost uncountable," Nicora answers.
"So, you have a sense of justice then, would you say?" Gorphat asks. "Another novel addition for a Sabaoth."
"I would say I do, yes. I believe it is because I grew up with little. I fought for survival; many don't know what that is like," Nicora claims.
"Many do, here in Babel," Gorphat notes. "Only the strong and selfish prosper. Although you would change that, wouldn't you?"
"I want to, yes. I will if I can," Nicora agrees and nods.
"That will be interesting to see," Gorphat notes, and kisses Nicora on the nose. "Very interesting."
Nicora wiggles her nose and the ring through it after the kiss. "I hope I succeed. Your faith in me is very encouraging, though. I know you will help me become strong enough," she says.
"Oh, you have it backwards," Gorphat says. "It is your faith in Me that lets you realize your strength."
"And I do have faith in You," Nicora agrees, right before she kisses Gorphat again, deeply. "And I suppose I should also be going soon. There is more yet to do. I will visit again, though."
"Oh, we will all be meeting again," Gorphat says. And Nicora finds herself on the altar again in the ruined temple. There's still the ache of the Gift however, so something must have happened.
Nicora rubs herself where she aches. "Well, that was worth it," she decides as she sits up, then slides herself off the altar. "Until next time, Gorphat ... and even Hosheb. Thank you," she says as she curtsies to the altar ... then heads for the exit before she gets the urge to look in on the lady
The past few days have been relatively calm. The latest rumor going around is that a monster is on the loose, devouring fallen Yodh, with some (who happened to be on Rephidim during the war) saying that it must be "The Sabaoth's Dragon, returned to seek revenge!" When no other incidents occur, and no operating Yodh change their behavior the story dies out, to be replaced by the latest political gossip.
Bringing that gossip today is Tulani, who brings lunch for Pierce in the salon. "Ready for the latest?" the Sphynx asks, looking like she's just caught a Creen.
Pierce tilts his head. "Latest? I thought this was just work today and listening," he signs to Tulani. "Or ... did you hear something interesting before me?" The nearly naked savanite then takes his lunch and settles down in the back room to eat.
"The Coalition Council is looking to form a contract with the Mages Guild," Tulani explains, sitting down across from the cheetah. "They want to negotiate a bulk rate, and use tax money to pay for the magical reinforcement upkeep on the towers, rather than having the landlords pay for each service individually."
"Now that is interesting. That puts the Yodhzakaro completely out of business, and also makes it so that general people don't have to pay the Lords fees," Pierce signs, "A good move to get the masses support."
"Convincing the Nobles and Mages is still going to be a challenge," Tulani notes. "So of course there's going to be a big party where they can all mingle and such. Mages, nobles, merchants.." she says, a bit leadingly. "We've been invited. Sort of. Indirectly.."
Pierce's brow arches as he thinks about that. "The Captain invited you, and the first mate asked you to bring Nikky," the savanite concludes, then grins smugly right before popping a bit of fruit into his mouth.
"Awww, you guessed too fast!" Tulani says, and pouts. "I wanted to shock you with it! Anyway, it's formal, so we'll need to raid Mave's closet."
"But you know what Nikky is like! When I take that body I get all weird. I'm not even sure she can dress nicely," Pierce admits and shakes his head.
"I'm sure Mave will have some way to deal with that," Tulani says. "And Orca will be there to keep her in line, right?"
"Yes, something harder to get past than my chain I wear," Pierce signs and smirks. "And I suppose he will. It'll just be ... hard. I'm not kidding when I tell you in that body my mind changes. Still, I probably need to go to avoid too many questions; or have Orca bug you."
"I thought maybe we could smuggle Mave in, but she might be recognized as a former High Priestess," Tulani notes. "Especially if there are nobles there. Maybe she's got something Nicky can smoke or chew on though. Or we could ask about those weird things she keeps in that one chest.."
"Which weird things?" Pierce signs, then resumes eating.
"There were those.. spheres.. and.. stuff," Tulani says, whispering the last word. "Yodhinala stuff. How should I know what it was for?"
"I'll just have to try and control that body more. If Mave has something that can help, all the better," Pierce adds after finishing half his sandwich.
"We can only hope!" Tulani says. "And I've been waiting for a chance to try on some of those gowns. Not that I'm into all that fancy dress-up stuff, mind you.."
"Well, I know that a pretty dress can feel very nice to wear. I know that from Nicora's body," Pierce signs, "And there is nothing wrong with liking it. You do look good in them. You'd also look good with some jewelry like mine. You should arrange some!"
"Like earrings?" Tulani asks, touching her ears. "Or a necklace? Some of those gowns were pretty low cut.."
"I'm partial to bracelets," a new voice says, as a familiar doe's face peeks into the back room. "Am I interrupting?" Butterscotch asks.
"And more intimate ones," Pierce signs, then taps the bars in his chest and wiggles his ears. "But earrings, I suppose, would be a start!" The savanite startles a bit at the appearance of Butterscotch, but he soon smiles and waves to her.
"Oh, Butterscotch!" Tulani says, turning around and smiling. "How have you been?"
Pierce gets to his feet, bows to Tulani, then goes and kneels down on one knee before Butterscotch, takes up her hand, and kisses the back. She can't understand him sign, but she should understand a nice greeting.
"I've been doing well," the doe claims, entering the room. She's wearing a Rephidim-style business suit, which makes her look a bit older. She also has.. a ribbon-tied wooden box. "I.. just brought a little gift for Pierce," she says, trying not to look embarrassed. "I saw it and.. well.. thought it would suit him, since he likes jewelry and all.."
Tall ears blush and fold down at the gesture, but the doe's smile betrays a certain thrill from the gesture.
"Is it a giant bell for his neck?" Tulani guesses.
"Nothing like that," the Lapi says with a giggle, and holds out the box to the kneeling cheetah.. then asks Tulani, "Is it alright for me to give him something?"
Since it's Butterscotch and she doesn't normally want to do mean things, the savanite doesn't seem all too worried. In stead he smiles to Butterscotch and tilts his ears. As for the bell comment, he flicks his tail once and rings the one attached to it!
"Oh, he likes getting gifts, so I certainly wouldn't say no," Tulani says, grinning and flicking her own tail as she wonders what's in the box.
"When they don't involve a lot of pain for me, anyway,"Pierce thinks as he gently accepts the box. There he sits, holding it, as if expecting for Butterscotch to tell him when it is okay to open it.
"You can open it," Butterscotch says encouragingly, as if uncertain if the cat knows he's supposed to untie the ribbon.
Pierce delicately undoes the ribbon, as if even that were a precious gift. He even folds it up and sets it aside before turning his attention to the box. Of course the slowness might also be to drive Tulani nuts, but only he really knows. His ears perk forward with curiosity as he now opens the box...
There's a bed of dark red shiny cloth at the bottom, and laying on that is an attempt at a Silent-Ones mask. It's made of shiny bits of chitin and glass held together with wire, and has the sign-symbols for 'Sexy Beast' where a name would go. It's clearly a party mask, of course.
Pierce's lips curl back into a grin and his ears wiggle in silent laughter. He turns the box towards Tulani so she can see it, then after a few seconds, lifts it out of the box to examine it closer and see how it is worn.
"It's very sparkly," Tulani admits, holding back a giggle. "I'm sure it'll help him with Vartan girls.."
There are some loops along the edges, presumably for a string to go through to hold it to the head.
Pierce takes a moment to actually remove his nose ring so that he can hold the mask over his face. While holding it, he looks up at Butterscotch and wiggles his ears, very much amused.
"Well, I know he likes to collect jewelry," Butterscotch says, smiling at Pierce's reaction. "And it was the shiniest thing in the store. Shinier is always better, right?"
"Mmmm, I can't argue with that, given my parentage," Tulani admits, admiring the mask as Pierce turns it about.
"Vartans are crazy, but that's okay. Guy was certainly nice to Snowcora," Pierce thinks as he's pleasantly surprised how well the mask fits his face contours, but then all Savanites do have similar features. He lowers the mask back down carefully into its box, then fits the ring back into his nose. It makes a soft click as the anchors settle into the grommet.
"I didn't know that thing came out!" Butterscotch gasps. "Do the others all come out too?"
Pierce nods. "Most will. Not easily, but yes," he signs, "When she lets me take them out." He then thumbs towards Tulani. "She requires that I keep them in."
Misinterpreting the signs, Butterscotch gives Tulani an odd look. "You two share the same jewelry and just.. pass it back and forth?"
"Yes. That is exactly what we do," Tulani says with a straight face.
Pierce's ears wiggle with silent laughter. He proceeds to pack the mask back away. The savanite then takes and kisses Butterscotch's hand in a thank you.
"Oh, I'm glad you like it, Pierce," Butterscotch says. "I have to go find a gown for an upcoming ball now. One that's.. not too.. Babelite. I don't suppose you know of any good dress shops, Tulani?"
"Not shops, no.." Tulani says. "Very formal?"
"A ball?" Pierce asks in sign, even if he knows she won't understand it. He close the box back up so that it'll be safe.
"I think so. I need to look professional but.. you know.. good," the doe notes. "There will be nobles and mages and Councilmen and stuff. Movers and shakers and casters, you know?"
"Ack, she'll be at that party?" Pierce wonders, then simply shakes his head. She won't recognize Nikky, at least!
"I might be able to help you," Tulani says. "I can bring a few dresses around tomorrow that you could try on? I'm sure the girls here can make alterations.. even if they never actually wear clothes.."
"They are good with needles.." the doe admits.
Pierce tilts his head, then nods as if agreeing with Tulani. The needle comment then makes Pierce shudder, then rub at his be-ringed nose. "Should I show the naga the mask?" he signs to Tulani.
"Do you really think you could hide it from them?" Tulani asks with a smirk.
"Good point," Pierce signs, amused. The savanite then sticks his head out the doorway and tries to wave for one of the naga to come back.
Of course it's Sephia who responds. "What issss it, Piersssse?" she asks.
"She got me this," Pierce signs to Sephia, then holds the box out to the naga for her to look. "It's cute."
The Naga opens the box and takes out the mask, her smile enigmatic as always. She actually puts the mask on herself. "Do I look sshiny?" she asks.
Pierce's ears wiggle in amusement followed by a nod of his head. "Yes. But you always do, my slinky tormentor," he teases in sign.
Sephia places the mask on Pierce, and notes, "It needss to be ssssecured."
"Yes, well, it has string holes. Was going to get some after work," Pierce signs, "Plus it doesn't fit well over the nose ring."
"The ring comesss out," Sephia notes, and runs her clawtips around the edge of the mask, feeling the loops. "Leather strapsss, not string.."
"Okay, leather straps," Pierce signs, ears still wiggling. "It's cute; the doe found it. She's nice to me."
"Do you like her better than me?" Sephia says, leaning forward and tickling Pierce's nose with her tongue.
I like her in a different way!" Pierce claims diplomatically and wiggles his ringed nose at Sephia. "You decorate me nicely, even when I think I don't want it."
"And it's not that she'ssss all warm and soft and had squeezy parts?" the Naga asks, playing with the cheetah's tail.
"You're smooth and shiny and squeezy all over," Pierce signs to the naga, then kisses her cheek. "Just squeezy of me."
"Okay, I will get straps, then squeeze you later," Sephia promises, and slinks back to the main room. Swaying provocatively, of course.
"She's fun, if a bit rough and likes to poke needles in me," Pierce signs to Tulani and Butterscotch as his ears wiggle. He goes back to kneel beside the doe and Tulani.
"You are very popular," Butterscotch claims. "Anyway, I'll come back tomorrow around this time then, Tulani. Thanks for saving me.. again!"
Pierce takes this moment to grab Butterscotch and hug her around her waist! "Bye, he then signs to her.
The doe squeaks from the hug, then laughs and pets Pierce's head. "I'll see you too!" she notes, before leaving.
"I feel like a pet," Pierce signs to Tulani, but grinning all the same. "She's very nice."
"Mmmm, she is nice," Tulani admits, her tail still twitching. "Can I see the mask?" she asks sweetly.
Pierce offers the box back to Tulani so she can see it. "Vartans and their shinies," he thinks.
Tulani removes the mask and places it over her face. "Well?" she asks. "Am I a 'Sexy Beast' now?"
Pierce can't talk, but he can make a lot of different sounds. So, the sound he makes is a rowr! Again, he grins widely, then nods in cause she didn't understand the sound.
"Well, come here and let's confirm that," Tulani says, making a come-hither motion with her finger. "And then.. I'll let you wear the mask.."
"The naga will watch, you know," Pierce signs just before he slinks over on all fours, purring. Oh, he'll have some fun and a great part about this body is no pain afterward! Sometimes being a slave can be fun.